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And those are just the highlights of his seduction crusade.
Back in New York, I told him no sex, and not once has he tried to sleep with me. How am I supposed to be upset with Hayden when he’s respecting the boundary that I set?
When I tried to argue that oral sex was included in the rule, he said that I hadn’t stipulated it in the verbal contract, therefore he wasn’t entitled to adhere to that.
“Lawyers,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head at his antics.
The water from the shower continues to pelt against my skin, clearing it of the sand and salt water from my swim earlier. I take my time washing my hair and body, using the solitude to organize my thoughts before I have dinner with Hayden. Immediately, my nipples harden, and heat gathers low in my belly.
Hayden is like a drug. He takes me higher than I’ve ever been, an out-of-body experience that nothing compares to. Like an addiction, I can’t think of him without wanting him, wanting that next hit of ecstasy, that next fix.
I close my eyes and slide my hand between my thighs to stroke my clit. The pleasure is instant, and I clench my teeth, stifling a groan. Hayden ruined me like he said he would. Just the thought of him and I’m aroused, my pussy wet and aching to be filled.
“What are you doing, Callie?”
At the sound of his voice, my finger stills, and I open my eyes. Hayden stands in the doorway, his gaze pinning me where I stand. I open my mouth, and nothing comes out, not even a denial. He’s caught me, plain and simple. I yank my arms to my sides.
“Don’t stop because of me,” he says. “I want to watch.”
I gently nibble on my bottom lip, unsure of what to do. His eyes narrow, his focus completely on my mouth. Then he’s striding toward me.
“What did I say about biting your lip?” he snaps.
Hayden’s energy pours off of him in waves, full of intensity. He yanks the shower door open and leaves it ajar to step inside, completely clothed. His black slacks and white dress shirt immediately become soaked. I stare at his chest, watching the material become translucent and cling to his skin, outlining the taut muscle underneath.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer me, but sinks to his knees. After gripping my thighs, he pulls them apart, his breath hissing between his teeth. “Such a pretty pussy. Touch yourself.”
His voice is deep, his tone raw, leaving no room for argument. I slowly drag my hand down until it’s between my thighs. He leans forward, so close his breath grazes my sensitive flesh, making me squirm. He watches intently, his gaze never wavering from me, and his fingertips dig into my skin with every circular motion.
I release the moan gathering at the back of my throat. Hayden briefly closes his eyes, inhaling, his chest rising.
“Faster,” he says.
For once, I’m happy to obey him. I quicken my pace, studying his face as I touch myself. He’s so beautiful. On his knees before me, Hayden looks at me as if I’m a goddess and his will is mine to bend.
He smiles. “That’s a good girl.”
My pussy flutters with his praise, and I groan, my orgasm looming. He presses a kiss on my tattoo, and then on my inner thigh, careful not to disturb me as I bring myself to the edge. After nuzzling my flesh, his breath whispers against my skin.
“Come for me. Hard.”
The air rushes out of my lungs in a tiny shriek. When my hips buck against my hand, he presses me hard against the wall, keeping me in place. I come, letting the exquisite sensation wash over me again and again until I’m spent, my head hanging.
Hayden licks his lips. “My turn.”
He leans forward and drags his tongue from my entrance up to my clit and back down again, tantalizingly slow so that I feel every bit of it.
“Oh, God,” I pant.
“That’s not my name.” Hayden runs his tongue up my slit again and then nips at my sensitive flesh. A prick of pain has me jerking, but his hands keep me in place. He looks up at me, his eyes smoldering with lust. “Say it.”
“Hayden,” I whisper.
He groans, the sound muffled by my skin. He moves back to my entrance and thrusts his tongue inside until my legs are shaking. “Again,” he commands.
“Hayden.” I’m louder this time, my voice more pleading.
