Again.
Until the leather faded and fingertips tickled their way down her back. She wiggled against the different sensations, feeling everything so much more intensely than moments ago. That teasing touch soon slipped between her legs.
Hunt chuckled, pressing a kiss against her neck and said just to her, “I wasn’t aware how much you liked this.”
“You,” she breathed, her head falling back as he circled her clit. She shifted her hips, riding his hand. “I likeyoudoing this.”
“I like you doing this,what?” he demanded.
She realized she’d spoken too loud, and they’d fallen back into the show. “I like you doing this, sir.”
“Hmmm…I think you might like something else more.” He returned to the tray, the crowd a blur in front of her, her vision hazy and her body alight with sensation.
She had a moment to wonder what he meant until she realized he had his cock free, a condom on him, as she felt the tip press against her entrance. Her head dropped forward of its own accord as he slowly, gently, pressed forward. She breathed deep against the fullness.
Too full. Too much.
Hunt released a gravelly groan and stopped for a moment, letting her adjust to having him inside her as well as the plug. She’d never done this. Never been so stretched, stuffed so full. His hand slipped around her, moving to her clit, and he worked her, expertly bringing her out of her head and into his hands.
By the time she felt him moving in and out slowly was the same time she realized he was fully seated inside. The pleasure. Oh, the pleasure. The crowd faded around her as his fingers never stopped swirling, and his cock never stopped thrusting.
She sensed her hard quakes and heard the whimper fall from her mouth in the moments before Hunt’s hands gripped her hips tight, and then he rode her. Hard.
Thrust after thrust, he drove her higher and higher. Until she was so damn high, she had no other option but to fall.
And fall she did.
She crashed into pleasure, until that pleasure was running down her thighs, and the sound of their sex hit her before Hunt roared his own release.
It took her a long moment to hear the crowd clapping and then to realize they were leaving the room, the doors closing behind them. A soft laugh fell from her mouth. “So much better,” she barely managed.
“What’s better?” Hunt asked, untying her one wrist from the bindings, while he held her.
“You,” she said, trying to catch her breath, unable to move a muscle. “You are so,somuch better in real life, in the club, than you were whenever I imagined you.”
He chuckled, moving on to her other wrist and rubbing her arm where the binding had held her tight. “I’m glad to hear I don’t disappoint.” He released her, and her legs gave out. They both crumpled to the furry rug below.
“Disappointed?” She laughed again as he wrapped her in his arms and even sounded 100 percent satisfied to her own ears. “I can’t move.”
“Good.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her sweaty forehead. “I like you that way.”
Hearing rustling many,manyminutes later, she kept her eyes closed as Hunt removed and disposed of the plug, relishing in the afterglow of the orgasm of the century.
Until she felt something cold touch her belly.
Slowly, she lifted her head. She blinked twice, ensuring she was seeing things correctly.
Hunt was on one knee before her, and he had placed a gorgeous square-cut diamond engagement ring on her stomach. “The very first night I saw you in this room, I knew nothing was going to be the same again. I knew in that very second that there was no other woman in the world that I wanted.”
“Hunt,” she whispered, leaning up on her elbows.
He ran his hands up her thighs and took the ring in between his finger and thumb, holding it up to her. “Lottie Harlow, you are my life, my whole world. Will you marry me?”
“Oh, Hunt.” Her voice cracked. “Yes, of course, yes.”
Both of their laughter filled the room as he slid the ring on her finger, but the sound of happiness was silenced when his lips sealed against hers. This kiss was different, deeper, more than a connection, but a promise.
A promise of forever.
