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She comes so willingly, and I feel her heart beating through my shirt.
“Stay tonight,” I whisper.
Her eyes are unsure. “But I, I didn’t… I didn’t come here for that… that isn’t why I came here…”
Another asshole move. I feel like a dick as I squeeze her shoulders. “Fuck, Amy. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… That isn’t why I invited you.” I press my forehead to hers. “I’d pay, of course, I don’t expect this to be…”
She shakes her head, her forehead brushing mine. “That’s not what I mean. It’s not the money… I just didn’t want you to think I was… angling…”
And I don’t want her to think I was angling either. I press my lips to hers.
“We’re dancing a merry dance. Getting our wires all tangled up,” I tell her.
She nods. “Let’s start over?”
“Please.”
She smiles a beautiful smile and breathes out a sigh. “I’d love to stay. Please. If you’ll have me, and it’s not about the money…”
“What is it about?” I ask her, and my voice sounds strangely uncertain.
“You know what it’s about,” she whispers, and her eyes stare right into my soul. “This is… crazy… I’ve never felt like this…”
I’d tell her I was feeling it too if she’d let me, but her mouth presses to mine and finds me desperate.
She tastes of everything I ever wanted.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
MELISSA
I WISH the want I feel in his kisses was all for me and not for the crazy illusion I’ve spun, but I can’t stop.
I can’t stop this.
He smells of hard work and spicy tomato soup.
He tastes like every dream I ever had.
It’s weird undressing him from tattered denim. It’s weird to feel the ridges of his chest under a plain black t-shirt.
He tugs my top over my head and unbuttons my jeans, and I step out of them as we leave the crystal room. The thick carpet on his landing is so familiar under my toes.
He kisses me again as he opens his bedroom door, and I have to pull away to comment on how beautiful it is in here.
He shushes me with his mouth, and his hands are on my face, in my hair, all over me.
My bra falls away, and my knickers slip down my thighs as I fumble with his belt.
Skin on skin as he lifts me into his arms, and my legs wrap him tight as he kicks off his jeans and boxers on the way to his bed.
It’s bliss as he lowers me onto the sheets I made up so nicely this morning. It’s a dream to be here with him.
His mouth sends me crazy as he kisses my neck. The ridge of his cock rubs against my needy clit and makes me squirm.
I’m desperate as I grip his ass, already way past the point of no return as he thrusts his hips and spears me in one and I cry out, tell him how amazing he is, how amazing it feels.
I’m prepared for his fingers when they land on my throat. I’m prepared for the darkness in his eyes as they bore into mine.
But this time he doesn’t take my air. His grip is firm but not restrictive, and I breathe freely, quick gasps of air against his lips.
“Do it…” I whisper.
But he doesn’t.
I cry out as he changes position. He rolls me onto my side and presses himself to my back, his legs hooking mine as his cock slides in from behind and I cry out all over again. His breath is hot on my neck as he wraps an arm around to take me in a chokehold.
The pressure is divine. The heat gives me perfect shudders.
And here, wrapped up so tight in his grip, my chin pressed tight to the crook of his elbow, I find peace.
His free hand finds my clit and he starts fucking me. I’m panting like crazy as his thrusts match the rhythm of his fingers.
“You never did tell me what really turns you on,” he whispers.
“This,” I groan.
He asks me again as he rolls my clit between his fingers.
“You,” I hiss. “Fuck, Alexander, It’s you I want. You’re the only thing I want.”
I don’t think I’d be getting away with such vague answers if he wasn’t already close to the edge.
He holds back until my body trembles for him, controls his urges until I’m already crying his name, and then he joins me there, cursing through gritted teeth as he fills me up.
I’m still panting as he pulls away, my arms are reaching for him as he stalks across to his dressing room and grabs one of his sex toy cases.
“You’re going to tell me what turns you on,” he says as he plugs in the massager. “You’re going to tell me everything.”
Everything.
Sudden paranoia burns at my face. I look away, head down. The buzz against my throbbing clit makes me groan, but I’m rocking for him, easing my hips up to take more.
“What turns you on, Amy?” His tone is so dark, so dirty.
“You,” I whisper, and he flicks up the speed on the massager.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “I like… I like it when you’re rough… I like it when you’re in my ass…” I cry out as he sucks his finger and pushes it right in there.
“What else?”
“I love… I love it when you choke me… I love how it feels…”
“How does it feel?”
I can’t stop the smile. “Like I can’t take it… and then like I can… I float… and it’s amazing… it’s beautiful to see the stars… to see you…”
“And you’re not scared?”
I shake my head. “No…”
I’m going to come so hard. I feel it from my clit to my toes.
“What else?”
I’m sweating. I can taste it on my lips.
“Amy, what else turns you on? What do you think about when you’re alone?”
I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to say this. I’m already in way too deep.
I murmur that he’s everything. That I want everything he wants. He pushes another finger in my ass and I’m on fire.
I can’t hold back the words. Can’t hold back the thoughts I’ve had in bed at night.
The thoughts about that divorce paperwork.
The thoughts about the filthy things he likes.
I can’t hold back the thoughts about him and Dean.
/> “I want to see you…” I whisper. “Oh God…”
“See me what?”
He moves so quickly. Pinning himself on top with his cock poised against my open lips.
He’s so hard. I can taste the wetness on his tip.
“See me do what, Amy?”
He pushes into my mouth until I gag, and then he pulls right out again.
My clit sparks like fucking crazy.
His balls are heavy on my forehead. He smells incredible.
His voice is raspy. “I have very few hard limits. You just have to fucking tell me.”
And I do.
My confession is nothing but a whisper choked in the air.
“I want… I want to see you… with another man.”
He comes in my mouth with the words still hanging in the air.
He comes with a grunt that sounds feral, spurting to the back of my throat without warning as I gag on my own orgasm.
I’m a mess. Wriggling and squirming and gurgling his name as my legs thrash the bed.
And when I’m done I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. My breath feels like fire in my chest.
He unplugs the massager without a word, and my endorphins shrivel away.
Fuck. I’ve fucked this up.
I tell him I shouldn’t have said that. That it’s no big deal, just a crazy fantasy.
I tell him it’s stupid. That my stupid mouth was running away with me.
But when he talks, he talks right over me.
“How the hell did you know?”
ALEXANDER
MY QUESTION LEAVES HER OPEN-MOUTHED. Her eyes wide and fluttery. “How did I know what?”
My heart is pounding hard, my breaths ragged from the spontaneous eruption of my fucking balls.
She rises to sitting. “What? What do I know?”
My gut is in fucking knots, as though I’ve been exposed raw. Guilty pleasures are so fucking guilty.
I spit it out. “How the hell did you know I want men?”
“You do?!” Her cheeks flush pink. “I, um… I didn’t…” If she’s a liar, she’s a fucking good one. She looks mortified. “Shit, Alexander! You asked and I answered. It’s just a stupid fantasy. I didn’t think you’d… I wasn’t even going to say anything…”
And she wouldn’t have.
It took a fucking bodywand on high speed and two thick fingers in her asshole to unravel her enough to confess.
