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Yes. Please.
“How long was I out?” I say, lowering my eyes and trying to get my head out of the gutter.
“A few hours. Long enough for me to catch up on some work.”
He slides a black T-shirt over his head, and I want to beg him to take it back off. But I’ll keep my dignity intact and not appear desperate for more of him.
“Without internet or power, how did you manage that?”
“I have my ways.” His lip tips up into his signature smirk that makes butterflies swarm in my belly.
Heat courses through me as I stare at him. Desire bubbling through my veins.
“You have far too many clothes on,” I say despite my earlier conviction not to. My eyes travel down his toned chest and notice the bulge in his gray sweatpants. I lick my lips.
“I was heading down to get us some supplies,” he says, trying and failing to hide his amusement at my blatant gawking.
“Is it still raining?”
“Yeah, but we need food.”
I push down the blanket and scoot to sit at the edge of the bed. “Do we, though . . .? You could just—” I lift my hand and run my fingers over the cotton sitting low on his hip. “Stay.”
“Princess . . .”
My fingers wrap around the material, and I pull it down. His cock pops free of the confines of his pants, and I look up at him.
“What are you doing?” he growls.
“You told me I could have a taste.” I bat my eyelashes at him.
He stares down at me for a second, his expression stoic, but then his lip tips up into his utterly lickable smirk. “Do you want my cock, princess?”
“Yes.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Reaching out, I eagerly take his length into my hand and stroke him a few times before I lean down and place him in my mouth.
As my lips wrap around him, he threads his fingers through my hair, thrusting himself deeper into my throat.
I moan, loving the way he tastes, and each time I do, it must fuel something inside him because he slams himself into my mouth harder and faster.
Reaching around him, I wrap my hands to pull him tighter until he’s fucking my throat.
Despite the position, I love having this power over him.
Being responsible for his pleasure, his desire.
His movements become more frenzied, and I think he might come, but then he’s pulling out.
“Fuck, princess.”
“Why—”
“Inside you.” Then I’m being pushed back until my legs hang off the bed. “Need to fuck you.”
Closing my eyes, I wait. In the background, I hear the telltale sounds of him rummaging next to the bed, the sound of the condom wrapper ripping, and then he steps between my parted thighs.
His cock is hard against me. I let out a desperate breath as I wait, and then he’s doing just what he promised; he’s thrusting inside me all the way to the hilt.
I feel so full with him inside me.
It’s the best feeling in the world.
My entire being throbs with desire as he pins my hands above my head, my breasts shaking with his movements.
“You feel so fucking tight around my cock. Like a glove gripping me.” Paxton slips a hand between us to rub my clit as he keeps pounding into me relentlessly. I whimper in response as wave after wave of my orgasm crashes over me.
His movements get faster, harder, more desperate, and then he shudders inside me, following me over the edge.
A few seconds later, Paxton is up and crossing the space, cleaning us up. The compassion he shows me as he gently cleans me off is so different from the man I argued with in his office—the man who taunted me here on the island.
I can’t help but marvel at how far we’ve come, but at the same time, my pulse beats faster with the fear that if he leaves to go back to base camp, all of this will evaporate.
“Now, I really have to go,” Paxton says, his words pulling me from my thoughts.
The sound of rain pattering against the thatched roof above us is terrifying; there’s no way he should be outside. It’s like a million tiny drums beating out an intricate pattern—each droplet angrier than the next.
“Seriously, you’re leaving?” I gesture to the door. “In this.”
He cocks his head, a full beautiful smile displayed. “Aw,” he playfully coos. “Are you worried about me?”
“Umm. No.” I roll my eyes, and he lets out a chuckle.
“I like it that you are, but there’s nothing to fear. It’s mainly just rain.” A crack of thunder overhead has my eyebrows lifting into my hairline. “I got this. I’ll be back in no time.”
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Very few people are going to be out in this. We should have our pick of food. I’m sure you’re hungry.”
