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We had chemistry when we had nothing else, and it felt like it was just…gone.
“Hey, no pressure, if you’re not—”
“It’s not that,” I told him, shaking my head. “It’s just been a little awkward. And I didn’t think…”
“You didn’t think…what?” he asked. “That I wanted you? Nala… there has never been a point in a time where that was the case. Where it was even a question,” he added. “The question is… can I have you?”
I scoffed. “Well, our contract—”
“Fuck the contract,” he growled, moving in closer to me, looking me in the face. When I backed up, into the wall, he moved in again, essentially trapping me there as he met my gaze. “I’m telling you… beyond what’s on the paper, that I wantyou.I want to know you, and…have you, Nalani. I…” He pushed out a sigh, looking away for a moment like he was choosing his words. “I want this to be…real.Tell me if that’s something we can work toward. Something we can do?”
I… didn’t even think about it really.
Bafflingly.
The “yes” was off my lips in a damn near immediate answer and his lips were on my lips in a damn near immediate response.
And I kissed him back,eagerly.
Probablytooeagerly, but whatever.
I was into whatever came next. Him picking me up like it was nothing to carry me through his door, stripping me out of the dress he’d complimented, and the lingerie underneath.
His mouth between my legs, devouring my pussy like it was his favorite dish.
The anticipation as he stripped down while I caught my breath.
The fullness of him buried in me to the hilt.
His gentle hands, lips on my bruised neck.
The filthy affirmations in my ears as he fucked me until his words were replaced with static.
The pain and pleasure of the final plunge of his hips as he emptied his dick in me.
Every damn moment.
Plus… whatever came after that.
TWENTY-SEVEN
ORION
From the outside,The Black Gallerywas quite innocuous.
Objectively beautiful in design, very clean, very modern. You walked in and were immediately met with stark white, accented with matte black, wood tones, broken up by the vivid colors from the art on display.
Great place to host an event.
But then, for certain people, there was elevator access at the back.
And a button, near the top, that leddown,past the basement with all the typical art gallery storage.
Down there was a room.
In that room… there was EJ.
EJ had definitely seen better days.
