Page 34 of Worth Loving You

“I wasn’t preparing myself for you,” I laughed, flipping to my back.

“Goddamn, your tits look fantastic when they jiggle like that. And yes, you were, you just didn’t know it. Show me,” he urged with a gruff tone. Jutting his chin, he said, “Touch yourself. Show me how you like it.”

My belly shaking, I lifted to an elbow and hesitantly reached between my thighs. Embarrassment burning my cheeks, I shook my head and covered my eyes. “I can’t, I just can’t.”

Milo snickered and patted my inner thigh. “You gotta let that go, baby girl,” he sighed, hopping to his feet.

Stretching his arms above his head, his palms slapped to his sides as he went to the nightstand to get his cigarettes. Lighting one, he blew the smoke through his nose and sat beside me.

He stared at me for a moment, almost brooding, he appeared so somber. Cupping my cheek, he bent forward, holding my gaze, and kissed me, his tongue rolling over mine in a gentle manner.

My lashes lowered and I sighed, sinking into the pillow. I tried to tug him down, wanting him between my legs, but he pulled away, his head tilted.

“You’re beautiful, Chazzy,” he whispered, his thumb stroking back and forth. “I could have any woman I wanted.”

My enthusiasm zapped, my sight flitting to the ceiling over his shoulder. As if I needed that reminder, like I needed him to point out we were on different levels.

“And I chose you. You know why?”

Filling my lungs, I puffed it out, irritated at this conversation. Just when I was beginning to like the bastard, he reminds me of his arrogance and the bitterness returns. “Slumming?”

Gently, but firmly, he slapped my cheek and then grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

Stunned, my heart stilled, every hair on my body standing on end. Did he really just do that?

“Don’t you dare ever insult yourself like that again, got it? You are not only one of my girls now, you are at the top, my favorite. You really think you would be there if I didn’t think you were the finest?”

My brows lifted, emotions burning my eyes and nose. “Really?”

Tucking his chin to his chest, he scoffed. “Twenty grand a month, Chazzy.”

Blushing, I yanked out of his hold, turning my profile to him. “I’m a very high paid whore, huh?”

He leaned his weight into a fist, so he hovered over me, poking his head in my sight. “If you have a problem with the money, I’ll stop giving it to you, but if you think I’m done with you, you’re wrong. I’m still fucking you whenever I want. But…if you don’t want the money—”

“Did I say that?”

He grinned and winked, taking a quick drag. “You are my favorite because you are the best, plain and simple. None of the others feel as good as you, make me cum as hard as you, or are as beautiful as you are.”

Heady with his compliments, I rolled my head to give my full attention. “You really think I’m beautiful?”

His smile faded and he tossed his cigarette into the ashtray. Rising to his knee to completely loom over me, his knuckles brushed my cheek.

“I absolutely find you beautiful, Chazzy. I don’t understand how you don’t see what I see.”

A shoulder shrugged, my fingers exploring his neck and chest. “Because I’m fat,” I heard myself confessing.

He chuckled and then groaned, filling a palm with a breast. “And thank god, because if you weren’t, I wouldn’t have given you a second look.”

Startled, my focus snapped to his, my jaw falling. “What?”

“I told you already,” he muttered, moving his hand to cup my crotch. Lowering until his lips were on mine, he added, “I love fat pussy,” and plunged two fingers inside.

Choking on a gasp, my thighs parted, and my hips lifted toward him. “Mm!”

After only a couple pumps, he was pulling them out, smearing our juices all over the lips. “And, baby girl, I’ve never had one as good as yours.”

Dropping a quick kiss to my mouth, he abruptly stood. “Get dressed.”