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With a groan, he took me swiftly. Flipping me over onto my knees and taking me from behind.
I gripped my pillows, losing myself in his powerful thrusts and the thickness of him as he filled me. I thought about the tattoos on his hip. The notches. I thought about the hit. I thought about the night of the cabin explosion, and the crazy world I was falling further and further into.
Mental chaos and physical pleasure collided in me, and I clenched his cock with an impending orgasm.
But before I could let go, he pulled out and guided me onto my back, his thick cock glistening in his hand as he positioned me on the bed.
“I want to see your face when you come,” he breathed, biting back his orgasm. “I want to hear and see my name scream from your lips.”
He pressed himself to me, teasing me, making me shiver, before thrusting his heavy length back into me. And I gave him what he wanted, crying out his name as my orgasm shook me. Feeling me clench violently around him tipped him over the edge, and he let go with a mindless cry, the veins in his neck as thick as rope as he lost himself in ecstasy, and then collapsed onto me.
I barely got my breath back, and he was still inside me when he finally spoke.
“Be my date,” he said, panting against my lips, his heart still pounding fiercely from coming.
“Date?”
His use of the D-word caught me off guard.
“Yeah,” he said. “Be my plus one.”
My heart was a drum beat in my ears because Bull had just given me multiple orgasms and was now asking me on a fucking date.
He wasn’t just blurring the lines.
He was pouring gasoline all over them and setting them on fire.
“Where?”
“Maverick and Autumn’s wedding.”
“I’m already going.”
“I know. But I’m asking you to go with me.”
I didn’t know what to say.
Date.
The word held a lot of connotations.
And it would be a silent announcement to everyone who knew us. So far, Chastity was the only one who knew about us. And probably Ruger.
Me arriving on his arm was going to raise eyebrows.
I moved slightly, and his cock flinched inside me.
“Why?” I asked.
He grinned. “I should’ve known you were going to take some convincing.”
I couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m pleased I didn’t disappoint.”
He started to move into me again, slowly.
“I don’t usually take a plus one,” he said.
“So why now?” I asked.
“Because I want to know I’m taking home the hottest woman there.”
I raised an eyebrow up at him. “I think Maverick gets to do that.”
He flinched inside me again, and I gripped him tighter with my inner muscles in return, making him groan.
“Be my date.” He traced his tongue up my throat to the sweet spot beneath my ear. “Don’t you want to come with me?”
I felt him grow harder.
“I’ll never pass up an opportunity to come with you. But a date?”
He grinned back. He was fully erect now, and the shallow motion of his hips grew deeper.
“Then don’t think of it as a date. Think of it as the prequel to amazing sex. Foreplay, if you will.”
Despite my reservations, I smiled. “People will talk.”
“I hope so.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
His hips rolled into mine. “Do I look like a man who’s bothered?”
“No. But you’re the boss and—”
He brushed his lips against mine. “What will it take for you to say yes?”
He found my clit and started to grind against it, making me gasp, causing my toes to curl into the mattress as warm pleasure began to move through me.
“If I keep doing that, will you come with me?”
I moaned and my answer came out in a puff of breath. “Yes…”
More grinding.
More friction against my clit.
“I’m sorry… I can’t hear you…”
Oh God, if he kept doing that I was going to come again.
“Or would you prefer I stopped?”
He paused, and the sudden loss of friction was devastating to my building orgasm. I shifted restlessly, searching for him, my clit needing the contact, my body craving the pressure rubbing up against it.
“Yes, yes, I’ll go with you,” I cried desperately.
Heat darkened in his eyes. “That’s more like it.”
He thrust into me then, and I saw stars. Actual fucking stars behind my eyes.
I gripped the sheet beneath me. “Oh God…”
I started to move beneath him, in sync with the leisurely strokes of his cock, knowing he was taking his time, knowing he was stoking the fire. He was so self-assured and confident. He knew it would only be a matter of minutes before I was a writhing mess beneath him, coming and calling his name as I scratched my nails down the length of his back tattoo.
And he was right.
Barely moving his upper body, and without his eyes leaving my face, he let his pelvis and cock do all the work until I came undone beneath him with a heady, drawn-out climax. Blinded by ecstasy, my nails bit into his skin and drew blood down his back, making him come with a primal roar and a fierce tremor.
