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Her hand flattens against my chest, soft and surprisingly confident as it roams over my skin. “And what is it you want from me, Andre?” Her eyes lift to meet mine. “Specifically.”
“You know what I want from you. I’ve been very clear.” She is a tool I will use to keep my claim on New York’s underworld.
I’m just using her. That’s all.
I reach out and lace my fingers in her hair, holding it as I step closer. “We have an arrangement.”
It’s more difficult to claim than it was, but it’s still the truth.
“We have many arrangements, Andre.” She leans in, her lean body pressing into mine. “Remember?”
At one point I thought I wanted Paisley to be confident in her sexuality.
I even encouraged it. Claimed I wouldn’t fuck her until that happened.
But now that I’m faced with a peek of what that might look like, I’m suddenly regretting my actions.
“I remember, Duchess.” I reach around to fill both my hands with the soft fullness of her ass. “You offered me everything.” I knead her flesh, pulling it apart and running one finger up the cleft, pressing against the tight pucker hidden there until she gasps. “Do you remember?”
She nods, lower lip pinched between her teeth.
I wish I could say I didn’t want to fuck her sweet ass.
But I do.
I want to fuck her in every way possible. I want to fill her until she can’t handle any more.
Her throat. Her cunt. Her ass. I want to claim it all.
And that’s a problem.
But it will have to wait for another day.
I heft her against me, taking her to my bed, the one that’s never seen another woman.
One more issue I will have to face at some point.
I drag Paisley onto the mattress, her long limbs tangling with mine as she fumbles against me. There’s none of the grace or coordination that comes with experience.
But what Paisley lacks in refinement, she makes up for in the realness she brings. There’s nothing fake or contrived when she’s with me, whether she’s on her knees.
Or I am.
Every breath, every gasp, every whimper, they’re all real.
She doesn’t feed my ego, doesn’t try to earn her way into my life with fabricated moans or calculated cries.
I drop her in the center of the bed, sending her blonde hair across my pillows as I dip my head to pull a bared nipple into my mouth. The only other thing on her body is a wisp of a thong, but it’s still too much. I grab it and yank it down her legs as I draw on her flesh, sucking it deep.
Paisley’s fingers tangle in my hair as she arches closer, her heels digging into the mattress as she tries to figure out how to get what she wants from me.
Maybe if the night was young I’d make her work for it.
Make her tell me what she wants me to do to her.
But not now.
I don’t want to wait.
