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“You invited me,” he murmured right next to my ear, the whisper of breath a tease as he began to rock his hips again. The slow glide was a torturous reminder of how close my orgasm had been earlier.
“So is this punishment for me going…” I gasped out the last couple of syllables as white edged my vision. He thrust so deep, it was like striking sparks on stone. “Or for you—” I managed to push out. “Because you didn’t?”
The throaty chuckle he released was pure bedevilment. He rolled over onto his back, and I sank down on him, the fullness stretching me perfectly. Tilting my head down, I met his hungry stare as he stroked my hips.
“I’ve missed you, Mayhem.” The words threatened to undo all of my defiance. “So, now I have to make sure we fuck at least twice a day—especially if the day is going to keep pulling you away.”
I opened my mouth to debate the point then raised my eyebrows instead as I smiled. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Pretty Boy.”
Real laughter escaped him. It softened the harsh tightness in his eyes and relaxed the slash of his mouth as he grinned—truly. So much better. He was always a pretty boy, but the man was a damn heartbreaker and I didn’t think he had any real understanding of how truly beautiful he was.
“Ride me, Mayhem,” he ordered with the lightest of slaps to my ass. The sting was right at the edge of too much and I bit my lip as I clenched around his cock. His mouth curved into a darker smile. Yes, I didn’t hide my reactions all that well. I’d never thought I’d be a person who craved pain.
And I didn’t—not really. But there were some that I did enjoy, and the edge of his hands on me, the heat he could pull to my skin, and the way he powered all that strength into my body?
Hell yes…
Holding his gaze, I began to ride him. One of the best parts of having Pretty Boy around so much—besides just enjoying him—was I’d truly begun to learn what he liked. Watching me come was one of his kinks. So was making me work for it. A little twist to each roll of my hips would earn a grimace then a gasp.
Yes, he could do the wildest things to my body, and he’d had me damn near weeping for the pleasure before. But it was thrilling getting to know his body. How tight to clench. When to twist. Speeding up and then slowing down. The way the muscles in his arms and chest would begin to flex in the split second between his eyes dilating and his patience shredding.
When he tumbled us this time it was to take over, my orgasm was right there. The first slam of his body driving mine into the mattress and I began to split apart. The heat of his skin, the way the hairs on his legs rubbed against me, the weight of him pressing me down, and the hot sweep of his tongue demanding entrance even as a scream escaped me all combined to set me on fire.
The slap of our skin only seemed to heighten and elongate my own pleasure. His deeper groans extended into a long exhale and then he shuddered. The stutter of his release added another layer to the spiral of pleasure curling through me. It seemed to last forever and at the same time, I was wrapped up entirely in him.
The staccato beat of his heart raced alongside mine. Our breathing came in uneven gasps and when he finally dragged his head up, his wrecked expression summoned a real smile to my face. He looked rough, the stubble on his cheeks rakish, particularly with how his hair seemed to fall over one eye.
A little shaggy. A little unkempt.
All fucking Pretty Boy.
I wanted him all over again.
“I should have shaved,” he mumbled, then pressed the sweetest of kisses to my jaw. If I had any kind of stubble burn, I’d cover it later. Cosmetics were great. I could feel him everywhere. Even soaking around us where we were still linked, even if he was slowly softening.
“We can shave you in the shower,” I offered.
“Already trying to get away.” If not for the hint of teasing, I’d have pinched him. As it was, I indulged myself in running a hand over his ass before I slapped it. The sting jerked him up and light kindled in his eyes all over again.
“If I was trying to get away, I would have saidyou,” I reminded him. “Now, if you can move this gorgeous body and let me up—I need to pee and then we can shower, shave, and if someone’s an especially good pretty boy—I’ll let you riot in my mouth.”
The speed with which he rolled us off the bed had me laughing. I was also over his shoulder and eye-to-butt with his back—so I paddled his ass again. That earned me another slap and fresh laughter.
Thirty-five bone melting minutes later, I settled onto the chair in the library and smiled at Marlene as she delivered coffee and croissants for me, and a much heartier breakfast for Milo. He eyed mine with a narrow look, but said nothing as she poured the orange juice.
“Thank you,” I murmured and she gave me a fond smile before she let herself out and closed the library doors behind her. I needed to go over the lists for the week today. But our appointment was at three and she wouldn’t thank me for disrupting her schedule.
One leg over the other, I sipped my coffee before I flipped open the news on my phone. The morning papers were laid out, but I liked to read the highlights in email first, then dig down into the papers proper afterward.
The weight of Milo’s regard continued to press in, so I glanced at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I was going to ask you that,” he said. “That invitation arrived last night but you’ve barely looked at it.”
Invitation? Oh, Marlene had brought in the mail. I didn’t usually worry about that until after breakfast. “If you want to know what’s in it, go ahead and open it.” I offered.
“You know what it is,” he said and I nodded.
“It’s the Reed family Masquerade. Big social event. They have it every year.” This year would be my mother’s second year playing hostess, her first doing it for real. The year before had been too soon after their wedding and so they played it a little more low-key.
