I come in long, hot spurts, deep in her pussy as her body clings to mine, shaking with passion.
She feels so good wrapped around me, and I find myself never wanting to leave this bed. Never wanting to leave her.
When every last drop has been drained from me, and Natasha finally stills, I pull out, falling to my side.
God—what has she done to me?
I look down and see a smear of blood on her thigh. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?”
“For what I took from you.”
“I gave it freely.”
“But it wasn’t meant for me.”
She rolls onto her side, facing me, and plants a kiss on my lips. “Well, there are no returns.”
I wrap my arm around her, hoping to God that it’s true.
Chapter 5
Roderick
One week later…
I married Natasha to get back at my parents and Natasha married me as a social experiment to see if love really was better than security and a ridiculous capacity to spend.
The problem is, we haven’t really been keeping with the plan.
For the last week, we’ve been holed up in a hotel penthouse, just me and her, hidden from the world. She stopped checking her phone four days ago. I still have to check mine for business reasons, but no one has been able to locate me, and I’ve yet to accept my parents’ calls.
That’s all about to change.
As much as I’d love to spend every day curled up in bed with Natasha, I’ve been putting off returning to the real world for too long.
A knock sounds on the door. “Oh, that’s for you!” I say.
Natasha furrows her brow. “For me? I thought no one knew I was here.”
“It’s your personal assistant.” I open the door and greet the perky woman standing on the other side.
Natasha joins me, her eyelids a rapid flutter, which I’ve grown to find endearing.
“Natasha, this is Lyra Frost, and she’ll be helping you with your wardrobe.” I gesture to the woman. “The stuff that was brought over from your hotel room is nice, but let’s get you something fresh.”
Lyra steps forward, offering Natasha her hand.
Natasha looks down at it in disbelief.
I turn to Lyra. “My apologies, it’s been a long morning, and we’re both tired. Would you mind taking her measurements and ordering her a wardrobe while I attend to business?”
Lyra smiles. “Certainly.”
Natasha’s head snaps in my direction, and I realize that maybe I should have warned her we were having company, but I wanted to give her a happy surprise.
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