Page 50 of The One-Night Heist

Unable to resist, I sat up and dragged my nose along his neck. “Not nearly as good as you.”

He shivered then chuckled, firmly pushing me back down to the mattress. “It’s Dolce & Gabbana for Men and it makes me feel fancy.” His heated gaze ran up my bare chest before meeting mine again. “Not nearly as fancy as whatever sex potion you’re bathed in, I’m sure.”

I licked my lips, knowing just how to rile him up. “It’s Woody Leather by Clive Christian. Private Collection. And no, it didn’t cost as much as the bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild Pauillac. Only about half that.”

Just as I’d hoped, he glared down at me—every bit the little prince as any of the wealthy, self-righteous heirs I’d grown up with.

It’s all luck and circumstances anyway.

“Of-fucking-course you’re wearing five-hundred-dollar cologne,” he grumbled, yanking off the rest of my clothes as if they’d personally offended him. “You see no problem in buying anything you want, hmm? Anything you can use up and be done with.”

I furrowed my brow, instantly picking up on the double-meaning in his words. Before I could decide how to address it without ruining the moment and making him run, he hissed, his gaze locked on my leaking dick.

No.

Lower than that.

“Giano…” he choked out, sitting back on his heels and continuing to stare at the bright teal evidence, his indignation forgotten. “Are you… wearing the plug I sent you?”

It was another rhetorical question, but I wanted to answer—to make it clear where I stood. “Yes. I’ve been using all the gifts you gave me.” I placed my feet on the mattress and spread my legs wide. “Because I want to be ready for you.”

Only you.

“Fuck.” Rowen momentarily closed his eyes and dropped his head before snapping his gaze to mine. I tensed when I felt him grip the plug, as another burst of precum dribbled out of me. “Have you turned it on yet?”

Shit.

“I have…” I grunted as he pulled it out partway. “It was… a bit much.”

He huffed a laugh and smiled wide, blessing me with a glimpse of the gap in his teeth. “A bit much, huh? You know, the same has been said about me.”

“You’re the perfect amount,” I blurted out, inwardly cursing myself as that impenetrable mask slipped over his features again.

I hate it.

“Yeah, well… I like to say I just need to grow on people, like a weed.” His voice had gone detached and airy again as he slowly slid the plug back in, giving it an extra push once the flared base hit my rim. “Exposure therapy is the best way through it, right?”

Before I could reply—not that I was able to form a coherent thought anymore—he switched on the vibration feature.

“Rowen!” I gasped, thrusting uncontrollably as a sharp, tingling sensation radiated outward from my core. “I can’t⁠—”

“Yes, you can,” he calmly replied, twisting and angling the plug until it was pressing against my p-spot, making me yelp. “But if you really don’t like it, you can use a safeword. How about… Dollar Store?”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing, even as I fought against the orgasm threatening to tear its way out of my body. “It’s not that I… don’t like it. But I’m…”

“Gonna come suuuuper fast, right?” He snickered as I nodded frantically, subtly fucking me with the plug while ensuring my prostate saw no mercy. “That’s exactly what I want to see, and you’re gonna show it to me.”

There was no hope left for me after that. Rowen Quincy telling me what to do sent such a wave of euphoria washing over my entire body, all I could do was arch my back and let it happen.

Fireworks went off inside my eyelids and the sound that came out of me was closer to an endless whine than anything, but I didn’t care. All the tension I’d been holding onto—since we’d last parted, possibly my entire life—rushed out of me, along with what felt like a copious amount of cum.

Fuuuck…

“Look at you.” Rowen’s velvety voice brought me back down to earth, and I blinked open my eyes to find him sitting back on his heels with his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, surveying my mess with open approval. “Now, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Mr. Quincy,” I replied without hesitation, wishing I could just exist in this moment forever.

Rowen stared at me for a long, charged moment before dropping his gaze again. “You’re… welcome. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”