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“Now, baby.”
I wrap my fingers around his impressive firth and guide his cock to my entrance. His eyes remain focused on me as he thrust inside. A simultaneous groan fills the room as my body sinks into his. And oh, God, does it feel good.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I knew you’d feel incredible.”
Unable to speak, I sink my teeth to my bottom lip and shift, feeling more alive than ever before. He moves slowly at first, watching me. Watching us. I meet each thrust with a moan of pleasure. My nails dig into his shoulders lightly, urging him to go faster. He complies.
The mattress squeaks under the frantic pace we set, and he softly curses, his hips slapping against my skin as he loses himself to the feeling. My breasts, on full display, bounce with the movement. He reaches up and cups the underside before squeezing my nipples. The sensation shoots straight to my core, and I pick up the pace. “Harder. Squeeze them harder.”
“Fuck, babe. Am I going to have to buy you nipple clamps?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried them.” He grants my wish and pinches tighter, and holy shit. Pleasure and pain mix in a delicious cocktail of sensation I swear curls my toes. I groan. “Yes, I think that’s something I very much want.”
His chuckle vibrates through me. We keep this pace a while longer until he grips my hair, twists it around his fist, and tugs my head back. The shift is enough for him to thrust deeper, hitting that spot inside that has me shouting incoherent words. “Blake … Fuck … Oh, God.”
“That’s it. Right there. Come for me. Come hard, Princess.”
He brings thumb to my clit, rubbing slow circles, and I spiral to another orbit. My body convulses as I cry out in release, with him chasing his orgasm after mine. When the last tremor wracks my body, I fall forward, panting heavily.
“Fuck, Amanda,” he whispers hoarsely. “I may need to rest a few minutes before doing that again.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
AMANDA
I’m sittingon the couch surrounded by my notes with my coffee mug resting on the end table when Maddy stumbles out of her room, looking disoriented. I have no idea what time she came back home. Blake and I heard no noise from her room when we woke up.
“What’s brewing between you and Blake?” she asks, her voice thick with sleep, her auburn curls a wild, tangled halo around her head.
“Define ‘brewing’.” My attempt to deflect goes in vain.
Her yawn morphs into a skeptical arch of her eyebrow. “I thought your relationship was supposed to be just for show. But last night, it definitely didn’t look fake.”
Images of Blake’s feral expression as he stared up at me and the way his neck muscles tightened as he climaxed while still inside me flashed through my mind. The memory of his vulnerability, a stark contrast to his usual control, sends shivers down my spine.
Her eyes widen in realization. “Oh, my God. I know that look.”
“What look?” I knew that was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words left my mouth.
“The look of a well-fucked woman.”
“Jesus, Maddy.” Heat floods my cheeks. I need to steer her away from this topic. “What about you? Who kept you out so late? You’ve been pretty secretive lately.”
But Maddy refuses to be derailed. “No, you’re not avoiding this. Tell me everything. What’s the real story?”
What do I even say? Yes, we took it to the next level, or more like rode that lift to the Penthouse, but it’s complicated. Our arrangement has an end date. I don’t know what will happen after the charity event.
“To be honest, I’m not sure myself,” I admit. “We have undeniable chemistry but haven’t discussed what happens next.”
“Did he hint at anything … beyond? Like an actual date?” She leans in, not a trace of sleep in her eyes now.
“No. After we woke up, Blake ordered us breakfast and left soon after to view game films.” A smile spreads as I replay this morning’s sweet moments. We may not have any definite plans for the future, but he’s treating me well in the present. Before leaving, he gently kissed me and murmured, “I’ll talk to you later, Princess.” He not only calls me Princess, but he treats me like royalty. Well, maybe it’s more like an X-rated Disney version of a princess after last night, but it’s all good. Despite my dislike of him spending money on me, being able to order breakfast from a top-rated restaurant is rather nice. I could get used to this life where money isn’t a constant worry. Coming from a background where we counted every penny, his gestures make me feel like an actual princess.
“Mm,” Maddy hums with a note of caution. “You’ve got it bad for him.”
“No, it’s not like that.” Needing something to do, I pick up my coffee and take a sip.
“Isn’t it?” She laughs. “I just want you to be careful. This is Blake we’re talking about.”
