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"Anyway, it frustrated me, so I decided I wanted to do something about it. Gray helped pave the way for me. He'd just won their first Stanley Cup. No one wanted to tell him no. Without having him backing me, I probably never would have made it as far as I did."
"You're wrong," I say softly. "He may have gotten your foot in the door, butyoushowed the world that you belonged right where you were. You did the hard part, lamb. He just supported you because he loves you."
"You think so?" She twists to look at me over her shoulder.
"I know so." I brush wet tendrils of hair away from her face. "You're beautiful, talented, smart, and sexy as hell. You're also passionate about representation and dedicated to carving out a place for plus-size women in a business where they've never been welcomed. You didn't get here by riding on his coattails, Trinity. You worked your ass off to earn your success. And youhaveearned it."
She blinks wide eyes at me, her expression soft. "That means a lot coming from you."
"I capture what you give me. That's all."
"Okay, Mr. Modesty," she says, sassing me. "How many awards have you won?"
"I don't do it for the awards. Truthfully, I don't even show up at half of them," I admit. "Having people kiss my ass never interested me."
"Why do you do it?"
"Anyone with a camera can take a photo, but it takes work to create a piece of art using a live subject. I like the challenge," I say. "And the traveling doesn't suck either."
"What's your favorite place?" she asks, moaning when I dig my fingers into the muscles in her upper back.
"Right here."
"New York City is pretty amazing."
"I'm not talking about New York, lamb," I murmur, brushing her hair away from her shoulders. I trail my lips up and down the side of her neck before wrapping my tongue around the shell of her ear. "I'm talking about right here, right now. In this bathtub with you."
"Oh," she whispers, though it comes out like a moan. "I kind of like it too."
"Yeah?"
I slide my hand down her belly, groaning at the way she responds to my touch. Her stomach quivers beneath my palm, her body melting against mine. She whimpers, practically writhing in my lap. Her legs inch open in invitation.
I take it, slipping my hand between her thighs. She's wet and swollen, her clit begging for attention. Jesus. She's so fucking wet.
"Yeah. God, Sage. That feels so damn good."
"Good," I growl, nipping at her ear. "I want you addicted to me, Trinity. This body belongs to me. No one else touches you."
"Yes!" She tilts her hips into my hand, her legs splayed wide for me. "Yes, it's yours."
"Damn right it is," I tell her. "I'm the one who gets you off when you need it, the one you call when you ache. I'll keep you satisfied, baby girl. Every fucking day until you can't imagine not having me in you."
I play with her until she's crying out my name and coming all over me, fascinated by how freely she gives herself to me. She doesn't shy away or try to hide a single second of her pleasure. She submerges herself in it, diving in with both feet like I'm coming to learn she does with everything. She does nothing halfway. When she's in, she's all in.
That passion, that spark…goddamn. It calls to me like Siren song, luring me in deeper. Deeper. Until I'm absolutely certain she's what's been missing from my life for so long. I feel more alive with her in my arms than I ever have before. And I don't even have to ask to know she feels more alive in mine. I watched her blaze to life like a supernova exploding.
Her nails make crescent-shaped marks in my forearms as she falls into a powerful orgasm, crying out my name. I work her through it, kissing all over her neck and shoulders, telling her how fucking perfect she is. I'm completely bewitched by her, and I don't want it to ever end.
As soon as she catches her breath, she turns in my arms, straddling my lap. Her hands delve into my hair, her lips seeking mine. A frustrated sob bubbles from her lips as she tries to get me inside her only for me to halt her. It's like a switch flipped inside her, one I'm not sure I understand. She's frantic with need, desperate to feel me inside her again.
"Please, Sage," she cries, grinding against me. "Please."
"Baby girl, lamb," I gasp, trying like hell to slow her down before she hurts herself. "You need a break."
"No, I need you!"
"Fuck," I growl, and then swat her on the ass when she tries to get me inside her again.
