Page 96 of The Casanova Complex

I peel my eyes open to see Merritt draped over my chest, her face buried into my neck where she’s trying to catch her breath.

She’s quiet for a moment, and my mind is already spinning, worrying that she’s regretting what just happened. That we crossed a line that we can’t come back from. That, to be quite fucking frank, I don’t want to come back from.

But then I feel her breath fanning against my neck, followed by a soft, almost dazed giggle. “You know, I think all that work we’ve been doing on your stamina has really paid off.”

I chuckle.

“Yeah?”

I feel her nod into my neck, and then she’s lifting her head to look at me. Her warm, sated whiskey eyes are like vats of warm honey, sleepy and sated. “That was hot. I came so hard.”

“Fuck yeah, you did. It was exquisite,” I say, flashing her a grin.

Her gaze moves to my wrists when I tug at them, and she sighs. “I guess I should take those off of you?”

I shrug. “Or you could leave me here for a few days, tied up in your bedroom, using me like a toy. Just be sure to feed and water me at least twice a day, please.”

Merritt tosses her head back and laughs, and I swear to fucking God, it makes my cock twitch, even though I just came approximately two minutes ago.

That stamina she likes to talk shit about is not really the problem here.

“Now that you mention it, that sounds like a great plan,” she says with a smirk playing at her lips, sliding off my lap. “But it would be hard to explain to Dad and Elliott why I’m holding you hostage in my bedroom, tied to a chair without any clothes on, I think.”

I watch her pert, little ass sway until she’s out of sight and behind me, untangling the lace from around my wrists.

My lip quirks. “Oh, so I’m naked in this scenario? Actually, no, just leave me here, I’m good.”

When my hands are free, I bring my arms back to my front and roll my wrists, relishing the slight ache in them. What a time to be alive.

Her brow furrows when she tracks the movement. “Shit. Did I do them too tight? I’m sorr⁠—”

“Fuck no,” I say, cutting her off before she can apologize for possibly the hottest thing I’ve literally ever experienced. “I’m good. Better than good. But…” I stand from the chair. “I’m gonna need to take a quick shower.”

“Why?”

I glance down at my pants, toward the obscenely large wet spot darkening the front, and then back up at Merritt.

Her eyes have gone wide, and I swear, I see her pressing her slick thighs together out of the corner of my eye. “Oh.” The word is breathless. “You…”

“Came in my pants.” I chuckle, shrugging. “Do you realize how sexy you are, Merritt? How fucking hot it was watching your pretty little pussy sliding over my cock while you had me tied to a goddamn chair with your panties? Fuck, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.”

She steals a glance down to see for herself, pulling her lip between her teeth. “Maybe… I should help you clean up, then?”

Her gaze darkens, and my dick twitches.

“Nah. That was for you, and trust me when I fucking say it was enough watching you fall apart for me. I’m going to spend the next month replaying it in my head every time I come.” I lean forward and press my lips to her head in a chaste kiss. “I’m gonna shower quick, ’kay?”

She nods, and as I brush past her toward the bathroom, I feel her eyes on me until the door closes behind me.

I have no idea where we’ll stand after this. All I know is that wherever it is, whatever I can get from Merritt St. Pierre, I’ll take. Because I know that she’s the girl.

She’s the one worth going all in for.

And I’m not going to let her slip away.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

MERRITT