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Moments pass, and our b
reathing slowly returns to normal. My eyes are closed, and I’m so relaxed in his arms.
Then I notice his hand is moving, caressing my breast, and I start to giggle.
“Insatiable.” My voice is woozy.
His cheek rises against my skin, and it makes me smile. Lifting his head, warm, hazel eyes meet mine, and something unexpected tightens in my chest. He looks at me like he wants to know more, like he cares… which is silly and childish, and I shake that shit out of my head. We’ve both had a lot of alcohol.
Rolling back on the bed, his voice is satisfied and lazy. “Are you hungry now?”
“No.” I stretch my arms and my body in the soft sheets, and he disposes of the condom. “What do you think about football?”
“I don’t.” That clipped arrogance is in his voice again, and I laugh.
But when he returns to me, he pulls me gently to his chest. He gathers me in his arms like I’m delicate, and his tone softens. “Rest a bit. I plan to keep my promise and fuck you all night.”
“I’d expect no less.” My voice is sassy, but when I close my eyes, I’m fast asleep.
Chapter 6
Spencer
“Sin?” My hand slides over cold sheets, and I scrub my fingers against my eyes as I sit up.
What time is it?
The sun shines brightly through the crack in my heavy silk curtains, and I’ve got a hard-on. I want to relieve it in the heat between her thighs, caress those luscious tits, test her limits…
Where the fuck is she, and why isn’t she in my bed?
“Joselyn?” I rip the heavy sheets back and my bare feet land on the scratchy pile of the hand-knotted, wool Persian rug surrounding my bed.
She’s not in the sitting room or on the balcony. I jog naked to the first floor where the surf and turf I ordered from Rioz last night has gone to waste. Our wine glasses are on the table half-drunk, and the bottle is beside them still open.
Glancing around, I notice her clothes are gone. Her shoes, that small clutch… All gone.
Snatching up my phone, I’m all set to fire off an angry text when I realize I don’t even have her contact information.
“God dammit.” I exhale an annoyed growl, placing my fists on my hips.
I’d planned to take her to breakfast this morning, get in a little more fucking before we went our separate ways. The point of bringing her here was to get her out of my system. Now that damned itch is stronger than before, and I’m more agitated than yesterday.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I head back upstairs to my bathroom.
Why would she sneak out like some kind of thief? She didn’t even leave a note.
“Succubus is more like it,” I grumble, switching on my oversized rain shower system and adjusting it to hot and strong as I grab a change of clothes from my bedroom.
Stepping into the glass stall, I close my eyes and place both hands against the wall as the soothing waters cascade down from the ceiling. My semi is not helped by a memory of Joselyn hovering over me at some point in the night. Her gorgeous hair fell over one shoulder, tickling my thighs, and those full lips puckered lusciously around the tip of my dick.
She looked up at me with wicked blue eyes as she licked it like an ice cream cone. I believe she spoke into it like a mic, asking my cock if it liked that, which made me laugh. Ridiculous.
Then she went to town, sucking and pulling, taking me deeper as she made little eager, hungry noises.
“Jesus…” I have a full-on erection at the memory of her shameless confidence.
Damn her. She knew I was at her mercy as she took me that way, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She blew me like a porn star. My ass rose off the bed when I shot down her throat.
