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“You can come,” I produce under heavy breaths. “Come on my cock.”
As soon as the words have left my lips, I can feel her clenching around me, sending me over the edge with the contractions of her second peak. I don’t last a moment longer than her and join her climax with a feral grunt as I come deep inside of her.
Chapter 22
Kat
“I think you should sign our contract now,” he says, sending me a smirk as he immerses himself into the bubbly water.
When he said he has his own spa, I expected nothing more than a sauna and maybe a small whirlpool, next to a few lounge chairs. But this is a full-blown spa like the ones you’d find at a hotel. It’s bigger than any apartment I ever lived in and equipped with everything:two saunas with varying temperatures, a jacuzzi, a seating area with lounge chairs, a fake fireplace, and even a small pool and a freaking steam room.
We’re soaking in the jacuzzi now, after he dragged me under the rain shower, where we continued to make out as we lathered each other with soap that smelled of citrus and mint.
I can still feel him inside of me, my core throbbing with the warmthof subtle afterpain. His massive size scared me at first, but mostly because I didn’t expect it. I feel the kiss of shame when I think about the state I was in just a few minutes ago, so horny I couldn’t think straight, my mind so dazed that I was unable to form coherent thoughts let alone giving voice to them. All I could think of was him, being touched by him, getting fucked by him until I find another release.
I came twice within less than an hour, yet I crave for more. I’ve never been like this, never felt like this before. I’m losing myself to his magnetic attraction, even though I swore to never let this happen. I can’t help it. He’s making it impossible for me to be as reasonable and cautious as I should be.
And now he says it’s time for me to sign the contract. Why is he saying that now? Why is he so adamantthat Iofficially tie myself to him?
“Why?” I ask him. “Why do you say I should sign now?”
He shrugs. “To secure your money.”
I look at him and bring the glass ofchampagne to my lips. It’s Moët & Chandon Imperial Vintage, a bubbly drink that costs more than my rent.
“It’s in your own interest,” he claims. “Otherwise, I could send you home at any time, and you would be left with nothing.”
“Except for the down payment,” I remind him.
“Sure,” he acknowledges. “But that’s nothing. It won’t get you far. Probably not even enough to clear your debt.”
He gives me a quick side-look, silently asking about that damn debt without doing so. I know he’s curious about it, but he doesn’t have to know everything, no matter how much he wants to.
“You still haven’t told me what exactly I’ll have to do,” I say. “I don’t feel like I have done anything for you so far, other than letting you buy things for me and... well.”
We share a chuckle and I immerse myself into the hot, bubbling water, trying to hide beneath the mountains of soapy foam that surround me.
“You will know soon enough,” he lets me know. “I have to set some things in motion first. And I want you to sign.”
He regards me with a stern look. “After all, I can barely introduce you as my fiancéeand then have you run off a few days later.”
Oh, that’s what this is about. It’s as much for his safety as it is for mine—if not more.
He reaches for his champagne flute to take another sip, and my eyes catch the large wheat tattoo on his lower arm again.
“I’ll sign if you tell me about that tattoo,” I say, adding a wink to my demand.
He huffs. “No deal.”
“Why are you being so stubborn?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
He empties his drink in one large swig, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Is it like… about your mom or something?” I ask, half-jokingly. “And you’re embarrassed to talk about it?”
Laughing, he shakes his head, as he places his empty glass on a stand next to the jacuzzi.
