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He sucked on his thumb once more, this time rubbing the wetness on the tight nub a little farther south. A shudder rocketed through her body.
“Do you have any idea what giving you pleasure does to me? How it feels when you respond to my touch?” he asked, his lids so low they were almost closed, a flush high on his cheeks.
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and leisurely released it. “Why don’t you show me?”
“Planning on it.” He undid his pants, then reached into his pocket and produced a condom.
She smiled. “Came prepared, did you?”
“Quite right,” he grunted, before sliding into her.
She cried out, reveling in the rightness of it. His cock stroked her inner walls and flirted with her G-spot, the friction impossibly good. Faster than she wanted, but still not soon enough, pressure coiled tight in her lower belly and every insertion and withdrawal shot shards of pleasure along her limbs.
Fuck! His whip appeal game was potent. She clenched around him. He growled and increased his pace, the strength of his strokes powerful enough to push her body along the cushions, save for the arm he’d slid around her lower back, pinning her in place.
“Look at me, love. Open those beautiful eyes.”
She did and they stared at one another. Time slowed and sounds faded until all she could hear was their combined panting breaths.
And words.
“... goddamned tight...”
“Right there, baby—”
“... this my pussy?”
“Fuck me...”
Tingles crept up her body, and she pressed her thighs against his hips and urged him faster, harder, deeper.
“So... close...,” she whimpered. “Almost... there...”
“That’s it, Dani. Fuck, give it to me!”
“Jay!” she screamed, before she lost the ability to do anything other than surrender to sensations consuming her.
When their breaths finally returned to their bodies, he lifted her in his arms and strolled into the bathroom. Soaping and rinsing her from neck to toe—he knew better than to get her hair wet!—he dried her off, applied lotion to her damp skin, then carried her to bed, where he pulled her back against his warm, naked chest.
“You need your rest. Go to sleep, love.”
And she did.
THE STADIUM WASsold out. Almost 95,000 people came to remember Prince John, learn about his causes, and enjoy the musical acts. Jameson hadn’t been sure they’d sell the remaining tickets, butthe events of the past week had imbued the show with a fear-of-missing-out energy that allowed them to sell out, despite criticism over the price.
Aided by the global press coverage, they’d also made a deal to sell the worldwide distribution rights for the concert to a popular streaming network. The increased interest meant they were able to command top dollar. The money they’d made would be put to good use, funding the Lloyd Prize and supporting the charities his grandfather had loved. Additionally, opinion about the royal family was at an all-time high. It appeared his grandmother’s plan had worked.
Jameson had opened the show with a speech followed by a video montage celebrating the life and legacy of Prince John. Then Julian, Catherine, and Bettina had each come out to share a personal anecdote about their father. Carl Page was the first act to perform, and each successive performer had been introduced either by the royal who’d personally invited them or by a video package of Prince John. Kay Morgan was finishing up and then it would be Dani’s turn.
Music by the performers and the din of the crowd flowed backstage, making it difficult to hear and be heard, while equipment, cords, and boxes made traversing the area dangerous. But there was a hum of excitement. Of anticipation. It showed in the flushed faces, bright eyes, and hurried movements.
This was Dani’s world. And he was eager to see her shine in it.
As he made his way to the part of the arena set aside for the performers, he marveled at his current situation. A month ago, if someone had told him that he’d engage in a passionate, potentially life-altering affair with an American rapper, he would’ve suggested they seek the guidance of a mental health professional. But it had happened. And now that it was over, he was left dissatisfied and oddly bereft.
He’d awakened her before sunrise this morning, kissing downher soft, warm body, inhaling her scent, and tonguing her pussy one last time, attempting to imprint her flavor on his taste buds. After she’d come, it had taken everything he had to leave her bed, but it had been the right thing to do. They’d both agreed it was folly to imagine a future between them. A clean break would be best.
Or as clean as it could be considering they’d need to interact for another day and a half.
