Page 86 of The Arrangement

“What’s that?’

“He likes waking you up with his name in your mouth and hearing those sounds you make right before you break, because when you come it fucking soaks him totally. Nothing ever tasted so good on his tongue. Those juices of yours get so damned tart and heavy when you burn through your orgasm like it’s a fever.”

“Mmhmm.”

“He’s not going to always say the right things. He might even disappoint you more than he wants to admit, and sometimes he acts like an ignorant, insensitive asshole.” Anton’s lips curved with a wicked smile as she pulled away. “Like I said, he’s not always a good man, but he’s a better man in a lot of ways, and he’s yours.”

“Well, I think I like him just fine the way he is. This is who all those men raised, huh?”

“This is him,” he agreed with a shrug. “My raising might not have been perfect, but it worked just fine for me. Gave me everything I needed in one way or another. I learned exactly who I wanted to be, and who I didn’t. I’m quite pleased with the outcome; in the end, after all, it got me you.”

When her hips rose just enough to allow her hand to slip underneath his boxer-briefs, Viviana whispered, “That it did.”

• • •

Anton let her shift and move enough for her hand to get a comfortable, tight grip on his cock while her other one lay flat on his abdomen, keeping her hovering above just high enough. His fingers dug into her waist as she pumped his shaft slowly, a teasing burn licking from the base of his cock straight up through his spine.

When his own hand released its grip to find the heat between her thighs, Viviana sighed. She had soaked right through those panties she wore. More of her sex’s fluids gushed as he stroked her slit, feeling the strained bud of her clit through the thin fabric. The prettiest pink stained her chest and neck when his two fingers were quick to sweep the fabric aside and thrust inside the silken wetness of her pussy.

Knuckle deep, he watched her body sink onto his hand and Anton swore he could feel the pulse of her heart thumping against his palm. Her hips rolled, and he could see it in her blinking brown eyes that she wanted him moving those fingers of his to get her revving and ready to go.

Anton had other plans. “Get your hand down here, baby.”

“What?”

He had the best view of her sex. All wet and swollen, juices dampening his hand with the best scent of her arousal. She was slick, hot, and tight. When his cock was buried balls deep, there wasn’t anything quite like the feeling of her muscles and walls holding him inside her soaked heaven.

“Let go of me and get your hand down here,” he repeated, his voice coming out darker than he intended it to.

“You want me to stop … right now?”

“I want you to play a bit before I fuck you hard. Hurry up, I’m a fickle man and I’ve had a long day. Maybe we’ll just go to sleep, hmm? My mind could change at any moment.”

Her clear exasperation had him chuckling. That didn’t stop her hand from slipping off his cock, though. Anton waited her repositioning out, watching her legs spread wider as her backside rested on his thighs. His thumb opened up the lips of her pussy with feather-light touches, making her shudder. Settled, Viviana fixed him with a stare that came off a bit too challenging for his liking.

“Now what, Boss?”

“Don’t start with that,” Anton warned. Jesus, his throat tightened and his cock got harder every fucking time she said that. He wondered if hearing that title in her mouth would ever not give him that reaction. “I haven’t got the self-control for it tonight, baby. Unless you want to be bent over the bed with your ass a cherry red, begging like I know you can for me to fuck you good and hard.”

“Don’t tease me with idle threats.”

“Maybe that is what you want, huh? Damn, all you had to do was ask.”

Viviana’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”

“Spank you? Yes, I would. And you’d like it.”

Just the way her sex pulsed and clenched around his two fingers said much more than she was willing. Anton used that to stroke against the fleshy spot inside her walls with the faintest hum building in the back of his throat. Her velvet walls turned wetter, fluids smelling so much like that heady sex he loved as he coaxed her g-spot with tender motions.

“You’d never spank me,” she challenged quietly, mischief glinting in her eyes as she looked down. “You can’t hurt me, Boss.”

In a flash, his hand was gone from her sex. Just his sharp movements had her squeaking in surprise before she scrambled to get out of his reach. Her lame attempt at an escape was all but lost when he grabbed her around the waist and jerked her back into his hold. Another switch of his hands and her body, and Viviana was spread over his thighs, one hand digging into the sheets as the other grappled onto the side of his leg with surprisingly hurtful force. He kept her pinned down with his arm lying flat on her bare back where the camisole had risen up.

“What did I tell you?”

“Don’t you spank me,” she breathed, nails scratching into his skin with a delicious sting.

Chapter Nineteen