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“That’s my girl.” I cupped the side of her face, making sure her breaths were strong and steady. “Knowing I’m the first to fuck your mouth pleases me.”

“Mmm…” She hummed around me.

My erratic breaths filled the air as she flattened her tongue along the back of my cock. As I yanked on her hair, she squirmed at my feet, taking all of me.

“I’m close, baby girl, but I think you can handle a little more.”

She nodded.

With one quick shove forward, I hit the back of her throat as she tightened her lips around my solid shaft, licking and sucking until I could take no more.

“Swallow.” I shot my cum into her mouth, holding her head still and emptying everything I had. “You’re beautiful.” I released my dick from between her lips and then dropped to my knees. Stroking her cheek, I caressed down her neck and over her breasts.

She held my gaze as I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her deeply, tasting myself in her mouth. Her submission aroused me. She had given in so easily. Almost as if she craved my dominance.

“Did you like that?” she asked when I broke the kiss. “If I could use my hands next time, I think I could do it better.”

“You were perfect. I like when you’re restrained.” I brushed my lips along her jaw and to her ear. “I want to control you.”

“I want to be everything you need.”

“You are.” I swirled my tongue in her ear, blowing my breath against it. “I more than liked what you did. Next time, you can use your hands, but for now, I want to keep you tied up.”

“Why?”

“Because I like knowing you can’t escape me.”

She nipped at my bottom lip. “In case you haven’t noticed, Silver, I’m not going anywhere.”

No…you’re not.

FOURTEEN

Ivy

What a night! I didn’t think anything could ever top the one in Huxley’s hotel room, but I was wrong. The constant ache between my legs and my sore muscles reminded me of every thrust, slam, and push inside me. I craved more.

He had left me raw, tired, and deliciously satisfied. Every primal urge he fulfilled left me panting and begging for more. I had no idea how much stamina I had until I met him. I ran my fingers along my swollen lips, immediately missing his on mine.

The hot shower was heaven-sent. I wrapped myself in a huge, fluffy towel and made my way back to the bedroom. The peppermint aroma of the bodywash lingered on my skin, leaving it invigorated and tingling all over. Maybe the tingles were a byproduct of all the sex I’d just had. But whatever… I fucking loved it.

“Good morning.” Huxley set a breakfast tray on the bench at the foot of the bed. “Did you enjoy your shower?”

“Are you kidding? It’s so big in there.” The water had flowed over me like a warm summer rain, and the steam had been absolutely divine. “It was amazing.”

“I didn’t expect you to be awake, much less showered.”

“The hot water at my house is hit-or-miss.” More like a miss these days, but that was a problem for another day. “I hope it was okay that I took a shower.”

“Of course it was.” He motioned over my towel-clad form. “I’ll get you a t-shirt.”

“Oh, I guess I can’t exactly put the dress back on.” I glanced at his meticulous clothes. He must have showered while I slept because his hair was perfectly styled and his beard was freshly trimmed. He was already in his suit minus the jacket and tie. “Do you have to go to work?”

“I do.” He pointed to the tray. “I made coffee and brought you some juice, fruit, and a muffin.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to.” He smiled. “You must be hungry after all that activity.”