“What do you think now?” he teases me by pressing the tip of his dick against me, just enough to make my body throb for it, but not enough to penetrate. “Should we? Or should we stop?”
I lift my chin to stare him directly in the eye, and with a smug smile, I say, “We should.” I tilt my hips up to crash against his; he thrusts downward, driving his cock deep inside of me.
“Fuck,” I groan, digging my fingertips into the skin on his back.
“Careful,” he grunts. “You wouldn’t want to leave any marks.”
“Oh no?” I ask. “You left a mark on me.”
“You don’t have people taking your picture all the time for all the world to see, honey,” he says, slowly starting a rhythm with his hips.
“That’s what Photoshop is for, honey.” I say. He smiles broadly and thrusts into me.
Zane pumps in and out of me, faster and harder with each thrust. My fingernails dig deeper into his back, and I do not give a fuck. This is too delicious and I can think of nothing but how he feels inside me. The gritty groans coming from him only confirm that he doesn’t care either; we are lost in each other and nothing else is on our minds.
“Zane,” I whimper and he grins. “I’m going to come…” I tell him. He lifts my hips up and picks up the pace, thrusting into me over and over until I cry out. “Oh, God…yes…yes! Fuck!”
“Who do you belong to?” he asks.
“You…” I whimper as I ride the orgasm.
“Who’s pussy is this?” he asks.
“Yours…”
“Good girl,” he says as he comes.
As I melt into the bed, he gets up and runs his hands through his silvery blonde hair with a grin. “There. Now we can go back to following the rules,” he says. He winks at me before sauntering out of the room.
Right. Yeah. After that, I think we should break the rules every chance we get. I roll onto my side, grab a pillow to hold, and drift off into blissful sleep.
Chapter 18
Ashlyn
“Seriously. I cannot believe that happened,”I say as I stir honey into my iced latte. “I can,” Troy says, fidget spinner in hand.
“You can?” I ask.
“Oh yeah,” Alice nods as she pokes Marcel, a small succulent plant sitting on my desk.
“Thanks,” I say.
“It’s not a bad thing,” Alice goes on, leaving Marcel alone. “We all knew you’d end up banging Underwear Man. Contract or not.”
“Well, I didn’t intend on banging Underwear Man,” I say in an attempt to defend myself. I’m not entirely sure what the point is. I don’t even believe myself.
They know better.
“Right,” Alice says.
“So how was it?” Troy asks, and we both look at him. “What? Can’t a guy ask that too?”
Troy is funny. He’s a Cancer, born in July, very in-tune with women. He’s an artsy graphic designer for Sigma, and he’s very intuitive. He’s in charge of everything from cover art to photo edits. He’ll probably be the one blurring out the scratch marks on Zane’s back.
“How do you think it was?” Alice asks. “He’s practically the secret third Hemsworth brother,”
“Fourth,” Troy corrects her. “There is a third Hemsworth brother. Most people just don’t know that.”
