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Heat flashes through me and I find myself reaching out, grabbing at him as my knees grow weak. The urge to close the distance between us, to press my lips against his lips is so strong, it takes every ounce of my self-control to fight it.
His lips twitch with satisfaction. “For the next thirty days, you will be exclusively mine. Your time, your life, your every breath, will belong to me. You will not see others or speak to others unless I permit it.”
Damn, he had me until the others part. That’s asking a lot… Fuck. But for three hundred thousand dollars, plus a month with him, I think I’ll be able to swing it.
“Including my friends?” I ask for clarification, on the precipice of acceptance.
There’s a sharp tug on my scalp as his fingers tighten in my hair and the look on his face becomes downright murderous. “Especially your… friends.”
There’s so much distaste in the way he says friends, I try to reel back, but he chooses this moment to strike.
Like a hunter moving in for the kill, he crushes his mouth against my mouth.
He kisses me long, hard, and deep. So deep, I’m clawing at his jacket as he pushes me up against the wall.
Hips meet hips. The heat of him, his perfect fit as he molds himself around me, threatens to steal all of my sense. All my thoughts.
His lips push and push against mine as if he can physically push down my inner walls, then his tongue thrusts its way in, creating a breach.
My resistance melts away with every lash of his tongue.
And I forget every reason I shouldn’t do this. I forget that agreeing to an offer like this with a man like him is a very bad idea.
I’m bound to get fucked up and hurt.
Fuck, I’m already hurt.
I forget everything, lost in his warmth, his taste, his need. Everything but the growing ache pulsing in my core.
Once his tongue has completely conquered mine, stroking me, easing me into a heady submission, he pulls away.
“Agree,” he rasps and pushes his mouth back against mine. He gives me another, deep, lingering press of his lips before tugging on my hair and forcing me to look up at him. “Don’t say no.”
“Okay,” I pant, struggling to get my wits back. I’m pretty sure I lost my mind somewhere in that kiss. “I’m not saying no.”
I try to kiss him again, arching up on my tiptoes, but his teeth gently nip at my lip and he growls, “Say yes.”
Staring up at his face through a haze of lust, “Yes,” just slides so easily out of my mouth it’s almost like someone else said it.
As soon as I realize what I’ve done though, I try to take it back. “Wait, I mean I’ll—”
A deep groan rumbles in his chest and his mouth attacks my mouth.
Somehow my leg ends up hitched over his hip.
He kisses me senseless again. Attacking me until I’m mindless with need for him.
Hands grabbing at each other, tugging, squeezing, and exploring, it’s last night all over again, but today I feel even more desperate for this connection.
Whatever words I was going to say, whatever silly reason I had for not agreeing to this, melts away, scorched by the heat of his skin against my skin.
Rocking his hips forward, I throw my head back, finally breaking the kiss as he rubs his trapped hard-on against my wet panties.
Last night, it was so easy to believe that this irresistible attraction, this irresistible need to feel every inch of his hard body overtaking my body was because I had been so lonely.
But I can’t accept that excuse in the light of day.
No, after everything we did and shared only a few hours ago, there’s no excuse for what I’m doing right now. After all the exploration, the discoveries, the release, and the peace we reached, there’s no excuse for thrusting my hips out and welcoming his slow, grinding rub against my clit.
The only excuse I have is that I want him. Some deeply buried, unfulfilled desire needs this man.
He works himself against me, like he’s both savoring the connection and eager to deepen it. Tortured little mewling sounds bubble up my throat and escape my mouth.
Crushing forward, his hard, lingering grind deepens.
Sparks flash in front of my eyes and my release rushes through my veins. Merciless and unexpected.
I’m so close, so damn close to a flood of bliss, when a sudden knock on the door followed by a feminine voice shocks me out of the moment.
“Bryce? I know you don’t want to be disturbed, but it’s been over an hour and I have Mr. Tyson from Hilder Corp on the line.”
Has it been an hour already?
Shaking his head, Bry’s eyes narrow with a feral determination and he barks out while glaring into my eyes, “Five more minutes.”
