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"You’ve spoiled me for anyone else. You know that, Cade. I’ll never be able to sleep with anyone else without comparing them to you."
He opens his mouth as if to say something, then shuts it.
"What?"
"I came inside you without protection."
"I’m on birth control to even out my periods."
“And I’m clean.” He searches my features. “This is the first time I’ve been with anyone without a condom.”
“Oh?” I swallow.
He nods slowly, “I’ve never gotten carried away with anyone else the way I have been with you.”
What does that mean?
Only when his eyes gleam do I realize I’ve said the words aloud. He peers into my eyes, “It means I’m going to fuck you again, without any barriers between us.”
22
Abby
That was three days ago.
With that proclamation, he threw off the sheet covering me and scanned the length of my body. His eyes flashed, and his gaze grew heated. Then, once more, he planked over me. "Remember what I said earlier?" he growled.
"Which part?" I swallowed.
"About not letting you walk without feeling my imprint inside you for days?"
I nodded.
"You’d better hold onto the headboard; I’m about to deliver on it."
He did deliver on that promise. He fucked me two more times, both in missionary style, which, in itself, was a surprise. Both times, he insisted I keep my eyes open. Both times, he held my gaze as he took me and made me come before he spilled inside me.
It was as if he were committing my every moan, every whimper, and every cry to memory. Like he was ensuring my features would be imprinted on his retinas, embedded in his brain. Like he was trying to imprint himself on every part of my body and carry the feel of me writhing under him in his mind for the future.
The intensity with which he made love to me—and this time, it was making love. Not fucking or shagging, but worshiping me with his body—should have alerted me that things had changed between us. And a part of me did recognize it. But I was so drunk on the sensations, so overwhelmed by how right it felt, so high on the emotions our lovemaking generated…
I pushed aside all qualms and simply allowed him to sweep me away with the aid of his beautiful cock. I enjoyed every thrust, every stab, every lunge of his cock inside me. I welcomed his release, the feel of his fingers massaging my breasts, squeezing my thighs, the big handfuls of my arse that he grabbed and held onto that last time he propelled me to orgasm. He slumped into me, and I wrapped myself around him, enjoying the weight of him pressing me into the mattress, and I fell asleep.
When I awoke, he was gone. Now, there’s only the barest scent of sex in the air, the crumpled sheets I haven’t washed since, and as promised, the lingering sensation of his big, hard cock embedded in my pussy. I feel that phantom shaft deep inside me every time I walk, every time I sit, every time I do anything. Feel the bite of his teeth on the curve of my shoulder—which I’ve had to cover with turtlenecks and scarves. Feel that greedy squeeze of his palms on my curves.
He enjoyed my body. Reveled in my flesh. He took his pleasure from me, as I did from him. And then he left. And he hasn’t contacted me since. Of course, I don’t have his number, either. And I’ve resisted trying to get it from Zara.
I held off for three full days—if you don’t count the stalking of his social media—all of which remains silent. There’s no press coverage, and no media commentary about him. It’s like he fell off the face of the earth. Which is why I’m standing outside Zara’s office now.
I push the door open and walk in, then pause when I find Hunter and Zara kissing. It’s only been a few days since they got married, so of course, it’s not unusual. Still, it’s such an intimate moment that I turn to leave. "It’s safe. There’ll be no more kissing from us," Zara calls out from behind me.
I stop, but don’t turn.
"I promise," she says on a laugh. "You’re going to behave yourself aren’t you, Mr. Almost Prime Minister."
"Not if you say that in that tone of a voice,” Hunter replies in a husky voice.
I sense movement, then she protests. "Hunter, honestly, we just met up a few hours ago, and you’ll be seeing me again at home very soon."
