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Her hands wrap into my hair, and she grips tightly, her touch betraying her desperation. It’s crazy how fucking perfect she is. “Look,” I murmur, pulling back a little to glance down between us. “Look how well you’re taking my cock, Celeste.”
She watches as I pull out almost all the way and then push back into her slowly, making my cock disappear into her inch by delicious fucking inch. “More,” she whispers, her gaze pleading.
I grin as I place my forearm underneath her to hold her up, freeing up my hand to push my thumb against her clit. “You want this?” I ask, rubbing circles around it as I continue to fuck her slowly, not giving her what she wants. “This cock is only for good girls, Celestial. Are you going to be good for the rest of the day, or are you going to keep making me jealous?”
“I’ll be good,” she whimpers. “I’ll be your good girl, Zane. I won’t… won’t let him…”
I swipe my thumb over her clit, my touch light, teasing. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she instantly replies, and I reward her with another brush of my thumb, slowly bringing her closer. “I’m yours,” she tells me, her eyes filled with the same emotions I’m feeling. “Only yours.”
Fuck. I lean in and take those pretty lips of hers, and she kisses me hard, her tongue tangling with mine until she’s stolen away what’s left of my peppermint candy. I fucking love it when she does that, and she knows it.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I whisper as I finally give her what she wants, my hips moving faster, harder. “I can’t get enough of you, you know that?”
She moans my name as she unravels for me. There’s nothing more beautiful than watching the way her eyes widen a little, the way she can’t seem to suppress her moans when I take her right to the edge — and then, like fucking magic, her pussy clenches around me. “Yes,” she moans, “oh god,yes.”
I drop my forehead to hers as she milks me for all I’m worth, my own moans swiftly becoming uncontrollable as I fill her up deep inside. Her lips find mine, and she kisses me as we both come down from our high.
“Ethereal,” I whisper. “That’s what you are, Celeste.”
She exhales shakily, her gaze filled with something I don’t dare to name for fear I’m wrong. Instead, I grin as I pull out of her and place my fingers against her dripping pussy, looking her in the eye as I push my cum back into her. “I hope you enjoy sitting back down next to him, your pussy filled to the brim,” I murmur as I gently put her back down, her feet unsteady. “I’ll enjoy watching you squirm in your seat.”
She throws me a chastising look as she straightens out her clothes before reaching for my trousers and doing them back up for me. “I’ll definitely enjoy it,” she tells me, her gaze turning provocative. “Because the entire time I’m going to imagine what you’ll do to me tonight. Each time you glance over, just know that I’m imagining the way you’ll fuck my face tonight, Zane.”
This fucking woman. She grins and walks out of the utility closet, leaving me staring at the door for a few moments, before I snap out of it and follow her back to our seats.
“Just in time,” Clifton says. “The next session is starting in two minutes.” His eyes roam over her face, almost like he’s searching for something, like he can tell something is different about her.
I smile as I squeeze past them and sit down next to Celeste, the seat on my left now blissfully empty.
“Oh, good. Perfect timing,” Celeste replies, before crunching down on my peppermint candy, the sound loud. Clifton raises a brow, and something flickers in his gaze — something that looks a lot like defeat.
His eyes move to the candy tin he’s still holding, and I grin as I swipe my thumb over my lip before pulling it back to look at the traces of light pink lipstick on my finger. His shoulders sink, and I lean back in my seat, unable to wipe the smirk off my face.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Celeste
I can’t stop trembling as I stare up at one of Zane’s newest hotels. “This is a bad idea,” I tell Sierra, who doesn’t seem so sure about her plans anymore either.
Raven wraps her arm around me, her body just as tense as mine. “It’s going to be okay,” she says, but she doesn’t sound very convincing at all.
“I promise my grandmother is really nice,” Sierra tries to reassure me as we walk in and follow the signs for the Windsor soup kitchen, an initiative that Anne Windsor started years ago.
“She’s nice toyou,” I mutter, discouraged.
“No, it’s true,” Raven jumps in. “She’s really nice, but she just needs a chance to get to know you in a bit more of an informal way. This’ll be perfect.”
I nod, unable to suppress my nerves. The plan is to simply accompany Raven and Sierra whenever they volunteer for one of Anne Windsor’s charities until she slowly warms up to me. Other than saying hi, I’m not actually planning to say much to her at all. It’s our hope that seeing me a few times will allow her to let go of some of the prejudices she might have because of my surname. That way, she might be receptive to it when Zane and I eventually tell her about us.
“Here you go,” Raven says, handing me a hairnet, apron, and gloves.
Sierra helps me put on the apron before gently rubbing my arm. “It’s going to be okay. If nothing else, we’ll have a fulfilling afternoon, okay?”
I take a deep breath and nod at her, grateful for her support. I wasn’t sure what to make of her when we first spoke, but over the last couple of weeks, I’ve grown fond of her. Just like Zane, she cares deeply about everyone around her, and I’m lucky enough to now have that same caring attitude directed at me too.
“Sierra! Raven!”
