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He growls with satisfaction when he hits my camisole. “You always have these under there?”
“Kind of,” I say.
He yanks the cups down so they’re under my breasts. “You need to be dealing with that skirt right about now. I need it off you.” His voice is sluggish with lust and desperation.
I unhook and unzip my skirt as he tongues my breast. Then he makes me take the rest of my clothes off.
I’m naked under him, just like I imagined, but he’s not playing his part. I’d imagined hot, arrogant Henry in his beautiful suit, crassly using me.
Instead he’s skimming his hand over my skin, like he’s learning me. Mapping me. Enjoying the me I hide under the court clothes. Enjoying Vonda.
It’s too much. Too much vulnerability.
“Henry.” I reach up.
He grabs my hands. Kisses a finger. Keeps them clasped in his. “Shh.”
He runs two fingers under my breast, a whisper of a movement that nudges it up just slightly. “I love you right here.” He slides his palm down over the curve of my belly. I quiver to his touch. “And right here.”
Stop talking, I think.
Fingers roam over my hip, pressing, printing. “Here.”
He nudges apart my legs. My heart jumps into my throat, knowing what’s coming. He trails a lazy finger over my mound. I arch up when he makes contact with my clit. Steely eyes holding mine, he plays with my sensitive folds.
“You are so beautiful.”
He’s not just printing me, he’s seeing into me. All the possibilities, the hidden things. Like the Moreno hotel. He sees beauty where everyone else sees rubble for a landfill.
I whimper. A strange sound to my ears—misery mixed with utter pleasure.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
All this time I thought the worst thing that could happen would be me being exposed as Vonda.
I was wrong.
The worst thing that can happen is the possibility that he might love Vonda.
I rip my hands from his grip and pull him closer. “This is hardly fair. You with all the clothes.” I reach down to his cock, grab the bulge, fitting my fingers around best as I can with his pants still on.
I know when I get it feeling right, because he growls. I pull, erasing everything he’s doing. I bite his ear, taking back control.
“Not. Fair,” I say.
“Fair is for judges.” He rises up over me and undoes his belt, looking at me naked under him. He yanks it clear out of the belt loops, all hot and crass.
The tender mood is gone.
“I plan to be totally unfair with you. I’m going to exploit every advantage. I’m going to keep you naked underneath me and fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”
“Uh,” I say.
He presses my hand to my sex. “Do yourself, baby. Get yourself ready.”
“I want you to.”
He gives me a stern look. Bossy, stern Henry hasn’t quite left his CEO self behind. I’m feeling better now. I slide my fingers between my legs. He unbuttons his shirt, gaze heavy on my skin. I get up a rhythm.
