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Chapter 24
Rory has some sort of plan he isn’t telling me about. Our flight was delayed, and everything Rory has done since we got to his apartment has been rushed. I’m tired from the long day of travel and can’t imagine how he has all this energy.
“We’re going out tonight, so get ready,” he says.
I frown. “I’m too tired to go out.”
“Please. It’s important.”
I cross my arms in front of me. “Rory Dennis, what do you have up your sleeve?”
“Please, can you just humor me? This once?”
I finally relent and hop in the shower before he does so I have time to dry my hair while he gets his turn. After drying off, and as Rory is in the shower, a lightbulb goes off in my head. I rummage through one of my suitcases.
As a parting gift, Pilar gave me a designer red camisole with matching robe. It’s sexy in an elegant sort of way, and the feeling of the silk is divine. I put it on and wait for the shower to shut off. I give Rory a few minutes before walking into the bathroom with him. He is brushing his teeth and has a towel wrapped low on his hips. Water droplets roll down the rippled muscles of his abs, and I bite my lip at the beautiful sight. I lean on the doorframe and clear my throat. He turns to look at me, does a double-take stopping mid-brush, and when he eyes me up and down, rinses quickly.
“Valentina,” he groans. “We’re going out . . .” He says, but with less conviction now.
“You sure you want to go out? You wouldn’t rather stay in bed our first night back?”
His eyes narrow as I approach him. I slide my index finger between him and the towel to unhook it, letting it slide down his body and pool at his feet. “Oops,” I say, and he chuckles. “What’s it going to be?” I ask, grabbing his hardening shaft and squeezing gently once, feeling as it stiffens further in my hand.
His green eyes darken under hooded lids. “It can wait,” he says with a smirk, and I drop to my knees in front of him.
The silk clings to my skin with the steam from his shower, and the sensation forces my thighs to clench together. I pump him once more and bring him into my mouth. Rory has to lean back on the vanity as he loses balance, and I love what I can do to him. It’s a power trip I haven’t appreciated until him—like so many other things. I suck hard once, and he groans long and deep.
I suck and lick while I twist my grip around his shaft and then take him deep in my throat.
“Valentina, stop. I don’t want to come in your mouth.” I suck one last time before he draws away from my mouth. I stand and kiss him with an open mouth, our tongues dancing and playing.
Fucking Rory Dennis is so much fun.
He flips and lifts me until I’m sitting on the vanity, and he is between my legs. He feels the material of the chemise between his fingers. “This is nice,” he says and nibbles my neck.
“You like it?”
“Mmm-hmmm. I insist you wear this to bed every night.”
“You’re very demanding, Doctor Dennis,” I tease.
“I am,” he agrees. “Lube?” he asks, and I hand him the small bottle I placed on the counter when I walked in. He pours it liberally onto his hand, warms it up, and my sex clenches at the sight of him sliding his hands up and down a now-shiny cock. Rory centers himself in front of me, and I wrap my legs around him.
He slides in slowly, slowly at first, until he bottoms out. I moan with pleasure, and he pulls out and slams deep and quick into me again. He kisses me, leading with his tongue, and comes back up for air as his thrusts quicken.
I forgot about the second mirror in the bathroom, and when I turn to the side briefly, an image of him thrusting into me as my legs quiver around him stops my gaze. It’s so hot, seeing him—seeingus—like this. “Rory,” I say. “Look.” He turns in the direction of my gaze and stills deep inside me.
“Fuck, Valentina. You look so hot.”
He fucks me harder, then, for the first time since we got back together. There is no hesitation, and I smile because I realize he couldn’t stop himself from being a little rougher with me. We both look in the mirror now, watching how we fuck, and our eyes meet, catching the other doing the same. The corner of his mouth draws into a smirk.
My body shudders as I come, looking at Rory through the full-length mirror. He slides out, then slams in again, rolling my orgasm into two.
His hands wrap around me and grab onto my ass as he lifts me off the vanity and carries me to the bed, impaled on him. He lays me down gently and thrusts a few times before sliding out. I don’t dwell in the absence of him too long before he flips me over, and grabbing onto my hip bones, pulls my ass up to face him. I smile, remembering his words from our first night together—this is his favorite part of my body. Rory Dennis is a booty-man, and he can’t get enough of mine.
I look straight ahead to the empty wall, and before he is in me again, say, “We’re getting a mirror right there—”
Rory slides in deep. “Agreed,” he groans, and slams into me so roughly, my legs start to shake with my next orgasm. I’m afraid they’ll give out soon, but Rory’s growl breaks through the silence of the apartment, and he stills inside me.
I feel as he presses his forehead to my back and tries to catch his breath. Both his thumbs circle two spots on my lower back. “I love these dimples,” he says, admiring my backside.
“They’re all yours,” I say.
We both collapse on the bed and stare at each other shyly. While it turned me on so much, somehow, looking at us through that mirror made me a bit bashful now that the deed is done.
I want to thank Rory for being rough and not treating me like a glass figurine, but I don’t want to have another conversation like the one in Mexico, so instead, I trace the scar on his chest with my fingers. In turn, he traces my scars over my lower abdomen. We lie there, caressing each other’s scarred and beautiful bodies without a word passing between us. His eyes search mine. “I love you,” he says.
“I love you too.”
