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Her smile dropped. “Full girlfriend experience?”

“Yup. I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend in public, at the ball, and at any events we have to attend. The President will be there. I can’t exactly bring my fuck buddy to meet the leader of the free world. One year, the guest of honor tried to bring a porn star to the ball and the commandant banned him. The tabloids have interviewed my ex-girlfriends, so I really want to keep this clean and avoid a scandal.”

“Makes sense. I understand.”

“No, you don’t understand. In order to pull this off, we need to get to know each other. I want you to myself. No drama. Just you and me, alone, away from the rest of world. Whatever I say goes. You disobey me, and I won’t sign the contract with your father. Once the ball is over, we go our separate ways.” I moved toward her, placing my hand on her upper thigh. “But until then, I own you. All night, every night. On your knees sucking my cock, on all fours while I fuck you from behind. I want to lick your pussy until you’re begging me for release. I want to fuck you until you can’t do anything but come and come and come for me.”

Her skin flushed, her eyes blinked and her lips parted. I couldn’t tell if she wanted to slap me or kiss me. “Sorry, I’m not for sale. This was a mistake. I’m going to go.”

I laughed and grabbed her wrist. “You’re not going anywhere. You contacted me; you asked me for a favor. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me again.”

She swallowed hard and I remembered how hot she looked sucking me off. “Our night together was incredible, but it was a mistake. I’m not looking for a fling. I can’t have sex with you every night and not get attached. I know you must think I’m a slut, but you’re the only man I’ve ever had a one-night stand with.”

I’d heard that line from many girls—but something in her voice made me actually believe her. “I don’t think you’re a slut. I think you’re a good girl who wants to get wild, who wants to be tempted and cut loose. Use me, Isa. I’m not your fairy tale prince, I’m your beast.”

Now she rubbed her hand over her heart, her mouth alternating between gaping open and closing shut. “I . . . I don’t know what to say.”

I pulled her into me, tilted her head toward my mouth, whispering into her lips. “Say yes and I’ll make all your fantasies come true.” My lips kissed her neck, and my hands gripped her wrist. I flipped her under me, and she writhed against my body. This kiss was urgent, menacing, yet at the same time comforting. My tongue explored her hot little mouth, until she let out a little whimper.

“And you swear you’ll let my dad write your memoir?” She kissed me back, her leg wrapping around my waist.

“I give you my word.” I pinched her nipples, and took off her shirt.

“When do we start?” she asked breathlessly, her hands exploring my body, tugging at my shorts.

“Now. Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Her hand undid my belt buckle, and my pants dropped to the floor. She pulled down my black boxer briefs, releasing my cock from its prison.

Her soft lips brushed against my tip, and the anticipation was almost too much to handle. How many nights since I’d met her had I jerked off thinking about her doing this exact thing? In my fantasies, despite myself, I imagined her as mine. No labels, not my girlfriend or my wife, but mine—all mine. No other man would ever feel her lips on his cock—she was only for me.

Her hand grasped the base of my cock and slid up the length. She licked her lips, teasing me, and I was desperate to feel that tongue on my tip. I resisted the urge to place my hand on the back of her neck and guide her to me. She knew what I wanted—and she was about to give it to me.

She kissed the lower part of my stomach, licking her way down my happy trail, clearly enjoying that she literally had me in the palm of her hand. I’d do just about anything for her right now. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally took me deep, her hot, little mouth creating a tight ring around my cock. She sucked me so hard I could barely handle the pleasure. I wanted to fuck her mouth, pound the back of her throat, but I didn’t want to scare her. One glimpse of my primal desire, the beast within, and she could leave me again.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

She pulled out all the stops—her hands gliding up and down, her lips pressed against me, her tongue darting under the base of my tip.

I gripped her hair, trying to push her off me.

“I’m going to come. Stop.”

But she didn’t stop. She kept sucking, licking, and stroking. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to let go, and a wave of complete ecstasy reached every cell in my body. Isa didn’t recoil in disgust; she lapped up my cum like a kitten devouring warm milk.

I pulled up my boxers and shorts and clutched her to my chest. I debated asking her to stay but I had to check into my unit tomorrow to start processing my exit paperwork

“I’m traveling to Lake Tahoe; I have a cabin for a week. I want you to stay with me.”

She nodded. “Okay, when?”

“In a few weeks, I’ll message you the details.” I took out my phone, and we exchanged numbers.

“Okay, that works. Grady, I . . . I wanted to apologize for running—”

I stopped her. “We’re not going to do that.” Though I wanted to know the reason she’d bolted, I didn’t want her to lie to me. And I couldn’t trust her to tell me the truth. We had a week together to get to know each other. Telling her I wanted nothing to do with her at the end of our deal gave us both an out.

“Oh, okay. Bye then.” She squirmed away from me. I walked her to her car, and watched her drive away.