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She raised her gaze to him, and the look in his eyes stole her breath.
Hunger. Desire. Urgency. Three emotions she knew all too well when it came to Troy.
She closed her palm on some of his cock, unable to cover the whole thing even with both hands. Stroking him, she felt him grow harder and bigger in her hand. A sense of power swept over her, and on a sexual high, she slid her tongue along his cock.
He groaned, thighs trembling. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, while she licked him from root to tip, her tongue swirling around his incredible cock. “Touch yourself,” he said in a low yet commanding voice that set her blood on fire. “Touch yourself while I fuck your mouth.”
She left one hand palming his cock and lowered the other, reaching it between her legs. She brought his cock to her mouth the moment her fingers entered her sex, her folds soaking wet and warm.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and she acquiesced. When her gaze collided with his, though, she didn’t feel like he was the one in charge. She kept staring at him, taking whatever he could fit in her mouth, grazing her teeth over his skin. He shuddered, and like an energy bouncing between the two of them, so did she.
She understood why he wanted her to look at him. Not because he was the one who held the reins of their intimacy—but because she allowed him to do so. She could stop this at any moment… not that she would. But she had the power.
She drove him mad with desire, unlike she’d thought hard to do when she met him. Pure sexual hunger flickered in his eyes, and she’d put it there.
The realization unlocked a female superhero high inside of her, and she flicked her clit with her thumb, thrusting her fingers inside her pussy with the same urgency as the way she received him in her mouth, then he retreated his cock, then slammed it past her lips again.
She did her best to accommodate him, her throat muscles working overtime. He tasted delicious, his skin soft over his hard dick, the balls full and heavy. Smooth.
He tugged at her hair, positioning more of him into her mouth, and the way he pulled her hair made shivers race through her. Her heart hammered in her chest, internal temperature higher than hell.
She continued touching herself, managing teasing flicks on her clit while thrusting her fingers deeper, quicker. The stimulation from him pulling her hair, sucking his cock and playing with herself sent her into overdrive.
Soon, fireworks dotted her vision and ecstasy thundered through her, egging her on to suck him deeper, to take his cock in her mouth as deep as it went. He contracted his body for a moment, then let go, and she swallowed his hot cum, while still trembling from her own orgasm.
Vision dotted, she barely registered when he swept her into his arms and carried her to bed. When she first met him, she doubted her sexual skills. With Troy, she no longer doubted herself. But she wondered if she’d ever be able to forget the man who helped her become more confident—because with all that she had, she didn’t want to. Not one bit.
* * *
Troy wrapped the towel around his waist, leaving the bathroom and returning to the interior of the suite he’d occupied with Lara. The previous night had been insanely hot, leaving him surprised and baffled. He’d almost said things he didn’t feel.
Right? Because you’re not falling for her. Of course he wasn’t—great sex had the power of distracting, of mixing emotions. He’d always been able to keep things separate, but Lara was his first challenge.
Something sour shifted in his stomach, a sensation that quickly spread through the rest of him. She shifted in the bed, then reached for her phone and glanced at the time.
He grabbed his own phone from the table, and checked his messages, killing time until he talked to her. Trying to calm his own response to the nearness of her and all it evoked. His notifications blinked, and he slid his index finger over a particular one. Conor’s.
Tick tock.
Fuck. A wave of anger washed over him, and he flung the phone across the desk watching it slide until it fell on the floor. His jaw clenched. The previous day he’d focused on talking to Mateo, then being with Lara. But reality hovered over him like dark clouds on a beach day.
He’d have to do something. He’d have to—
“What’s upsetting you?” Lara said.
He glanced around to find her sitting on the bed, pulling the sheet to her chest. She must have picked on his mood quickly. Damn her. “Nothing.”
Shaking her head, she slid out of bed, naked, and quickly took a few pieces of clothing from the carryon suitcase she’d brought. “We’re beyond that kind of bullshit,” she said, now fully clothed in jeans and a brown shirt that brought out her eyes. “Tell me.”
Or what? The dare almost made past his lips, but he hesitated. He hadn’t shared about his meeting with Conor with her. He’d preferred to wait until he had a solution, but since she was onto him, he’d tell her. In a way, that concerned her too. “Conor got in touch with me, and he’s now saying if I don’t give him another property, he’ll tell my father the truth about us.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “What changed?”
He glanced around the room, not focusing on her. “He wised up and asked a low life detective to look into the matter. Was probably impressed I agreed so easily to give him a property in exchange of him keeping the secret.”
“What did the detective find out?”
“That I slept with Michelle. Then, he connected the dots on why this marriage means so much.”
