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I could feel her anger, even over the phone.
She let out a sharp, hysterical gasp. “No way. You are not breaking up with me before you go on tour. We had a deal.”
“Alright, then tell people we broke up after the tour.”
“Max, you need to be at thisCosmoshoot.”
I didn’tneedto do anything apart from sliding back into bed with the woman I loved.
“Come on, Bun, you got what you wanted. We don’t need to keep pretending this is anything but a business deal.” Thanks to us, her first songs were already top of the charts. “It’ll be easier for both of us if we end it here.”
Another pause, another silence.
I’d been telling myself to be careful with Bun. Even though she was young, she could be ruthless. Stories floated around of the things she’d done to people who crossed her. But hearing Cat cry out as I sank bare skinned inside her was enough to make any man feel invincible.
“You’ll regret this,” she snarled.
I looked back to the bedroom where Cat was waiting, warm, lusciously naked, and deliciously wet.
“I doubt it.” I ended the call without a second thought and dropped my phone on the sofa before returning to the bedroom.
This time was for me and Cat. No one else was interfering.
“Who was that?” Cat mumbled as I slipped back under the covers, her arm stretching over my chest.
“No one.” I tried to brush it off, but she narrowed her eyes, biting the tip of my nose, then pouting.
“Liar.”
“Will you ever trust me, baby?” I couldn’t think of a single thing I didn’t love about her.
“No.” But her lips curved in a smile.
I was already hard. One look at her loose hair spread over the pillow and her naked shoulders, the sleep in her eyes, and the wet tinge of her lips, and I was gone.
She must have noticed. Cat lifted herself up on her elbow and pushed at my shoulder. Surprised, I let her ease me onto my back, watching in fascination as she mounted me. She quickly reached between her thighs, fixing me with her glare as she guided my cock to her entrance, sliding down on me. Our moans surrounded us when I bottomed out.
“You disgust me.” She tilted her chin, a haughty look in her sparkling eyes as her hair cascaded around her breasts.
Lust pulsed through me, and Cat felt it, my hips thrusting up to her as I groaned. She turned me on with the simplest words.
She smirked, pinning my arms over my head, her fingers clutching my biceps as she bent down to lick my nipple. “Do you like that?”
I moaned my approval, and she laughed harshly, biting me, deepening the tang of pleasure. “Do you like it when I tell you how weak and pathetic you are?” Another bite, another lick, another groan. “Shall I tell you how I want to drown you, make you bleed again, make you suffer for me? Or shall I tell you how I can’t stand looking at you…”
She pulled in a sharp breath as her nails dug into my hard muscles and her hips tortured me. I was shaking, crashing beneath her touch, watching her as I panted. She was the most romantic woman I’d ever met, cascading me in love, surrounding me with her passion.
Her thighs shook as her pussy clenched around me, and she leant forward, releasing my arms to cup my cheeks. I’d been aching for her to touch me like this since she crowded me in her office.
Cat clenched her hands as she continued. “How I want to tear your face off so I never have to look at you again?” Her voice filled with longing as her thumbs stroked down my face, her eyes following the path to my mouth. She pressed against the corners of my lips. “How I want to rip your tongue out so I can’t hear the way you talk to me?” Her journey continued down, digging her nails into my throat, her gaze slowly trailing up my face to lock with mine. “How I want to stab your eyes out so I can’t see you looking at me like you love me?”
Her voice was so gentle, her hair tumbling around her face as she bent her head, hiding from me. My heart was bursting. Everything I ever wanted blooming into this moment.
I stayed frozen, too scared I would ruin it by speaking or pushing her to say more. I was inside her, her wet heat clenching around me, her knees caging my hips, but all my focus was on what she would do next.
So softly I barely heard it over my pounding heart, she whispered, “I missed you.”
We were still. Watching each other, panting, connected and whole.
