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“God, yes,” she pants. “I’m wet just imagining his dark eyes glazed over with lust as he slides inside me, his soft lips pressed against my neck, and screaming my name when he comes.”
I’ve never been so hard in my life. It’s bordering on painful.
Reaching inside the drawer of the nightstand, I grab a condom, ripping it open with my teeth before sheathing myself. Then I roll us so my back is to the mattress and she’s straddling my hips. “Tonight, I’m your boss, Makayla.”
TWENTY-THREE
MAKAYLA
Igently drag my nails down his naked chest, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. His skin is hot, his cock hard beneath me. Rocking my hips, I stroke him with my center. I’m tempted to slide down his body and take him in my mouth, but the throbbing ache to have him inside me is overwhelming.
Rising to my knees, I plant one hand on his chest to steady myself as I reach between us and position him at my opening. I suck in a breath through my nose as I slowly sink down, pulling a pleasured moan from him.
Every time feels like our first.
With both hands on his chest, I arch my back, taking him deeper with every swivel of my hips. I feel one hand sliding up my thigh before grabbing my hip, and I gasp when his thumb circles my clit. A thin sheen of sweat forms at the base of my neck, and the need to come tugs at my lower belly. My inner muscles tighten as a white-hot surge of energy shoots through my core and limbs.
“Kiss me, Cannon,” I cry out, riding the wave of ecstasy.Holy fuck.
“Fuck, Makayla.” His body shifts under me, and then we’re skin to skin. His mouth is on mine, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, anchoring me in place, as he thrusts up into me, and then his long, guttural groan vibrates against my lips as he spills inside me.
With one hand, I reach for the blindfold and shove it up to my forehead. My blue eyes meet his hooded, dark brown ones. It takes a minute for the lust-filled fog to clear and reality to set in. Eyes wide, he inhales sharply through his nose and tears his lips from mine.
I came here tonight with every intention of confronting Cannon and demanding answers. What I wasn’t expecting is a surge of emotions to come flooding to the forefront. Fantasies aren’t real. They're a collection of hopes and dreams. Fantasy is an illusion. Fantasy is a lie. A tear rolls down my cheek.
A look of remorse flashes in his eyes. “Ma—”
“Don’t,” I warn.
Dragging in a shuddered breath, I climb off him and roll off the bed. On shaky legs, I move to the bench at the end. Cannon says nothing, but I can feel his eyes on me as I snatch up my clothes, remove the stupid harness, and dress quickly. Slipping my feet into my heels, I head for the door.
“Makayla,” Cannon calls, and I pause with my hand on the knob. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Let me explain.”
I look over my shoulder to see him shoving his foot through the leg of his pants. “I don’t know what kind of sick game you and Heather are into, but I don’t want to play anymore.”
* * *
I feel absolutelynumb as I park at the curb in front of my apartment. Moving on autopilot, I climb out of my car and make my way to the gate. I’m so caught up in my thoughts, I don’t notice the dark figure leaning against the wall.
“Hello, kitten.”
“Ahhh!” I slap a hand to my chest. “Victor, what the fuck?” I shout. “You nearly scared me half to death. What the hell are you doing here?”
He pushes away from the wall and steps into the light. His sadistic grin makes my skin crawl.
“I came here for you.”
If it were anyone else, his statement would be simple, innocent, but from Victor, it feels like a threat.
“Makayla?” I look over to see Jesse jogging toward the gate.
My phone vibrates inside my clutch, but I ignore it. “Hey, Jesse.”
He opens the gate and steps out onto the sidewalk. His gaze bounces between Victor and me. “You okay?” he asks, but his eyes are pinned on Victor.
I nod. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“All right. I’ll leave this open.” He jerks his chin at Victor before heading back inside the gate, but I imagine he’s still within earshot.
