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“Come with me.”
He slips a gown around my shoulders, leading me through the quiet dark house to the bedroom set aside for us. He lays me on the bed. I can’t see a thing. All of a sudden, he’s flipping me onto my front, lifting me onto all fours. I get a brief sensation of the mattress shifting and then he’s behind me, pulling my buttocks apart.
His tongue slips to the tight little hole back there. I gasp, moaning into the pillow below me as his tongue plunges inside.
“You like that,” he whispers. “Don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” I manage to say as he does it again. “I do.”
“I knew you would. Time for you to come again.”
There’s a buzzing sound and a moment later I feel the tip of a vibrator pressing on my clit. I’ve no idea where he got it from and I don’t care. What I care about is how good it feels, even when I’ve only just climaxed.
He slides it back and forth over my clit, his other hand on my ass, pushing a lubed up finger into me, exploring back there like I belong to him, like I’m nothing but his property.
“If I see you again, I’m going to come in your ass,” he says, pushing his finger deeper into me. “But this will do for now. Come for me, Clarissa. Show me what it feels like when I’m in your ass.”
The vibrator moves up a setting, the buzzing faster, the sensations driving deeper into me.
I rock in place, getting close to the edge. “Fuck me,” I tell him, the words out before I can stop them. “Fuck me, Sir.”
He shifts in place. I hear the ripping of a foil packet. His condom covered cock is between my legs a moment later. “You get your wish, seeing as it’s our last night. Take this.” He hands me the vibrator. I keep it on my clit as he thrusts into me, the finger still in my ass, moving in rhythm with his cock, stretching me wide, making all the nerves in me tingle with need.
“Come in me,” I tell him. “Give it to me.”
He moves faster, both of us lost in the mutual pleasure of this intensely intimate moment. My climax gets ever closer and what tips me over the edge is the sound of his breathing changing. It grows ragged, and he lets out a growl as he slams all the way inside me.
We come at the same time, his cock jerking as I squeeze around him, my limbs trembling, my breathing as ragged as his. I sink to the bed, hardly able to believe sex can be this good.
In the time it takes me to roll over, he’s on his feet, heading toward the door. “Ghosting me again?” I ask, sitting up against the headboard. “How predictable.”
“I’m fetching my clothes,” he replies, slipping out without another word.
I turn the bedside light on, wrapping the blankets around me, my body still recovering. I don’t get how he can switch it on and off so easily, like what we just did hadn’t happened.
He comes back a minute later, sliding into his suit like it’s a second skin. Once he’s covered, he sits on the end of the bed, holding my ankle. “Morgan will give you the money if I don’t come back.”
“You’re going through with it, then?”
“Did I give you the impression I wouldn’t?”
“I thought maybe what we just did might make you reconsider.”
“It was just sex.”
“Wow. Thanks.”
“What? Why should that make me rethink anything?”
“Of course not. You know best, as always.”
“I have to kill him. Why can’t you get that into your head?”
“Murder is wrong.”
“I used to think that, back when I was a kid. But you grow up and you realize life isn’t black and white. Murder is bad. Sharing is good. It’s not that simple. All you can do is make decisions based on the information in front of you. Sometimes killing is wrong. Sometimes it’s right. Most of the time, it’s the least poor option.”
“You tell yourself that if you like. Does it help you sleep at night to think you’re doing the right thing?”
