“Good girl.Touch yourself.Pleasure yourself while I take what belongs to me.”
I belong to him?
For some reason that hits deeply, and I imagine him claiming me for real.
Falling in love with me.
Walking proudly hand-in-hand in public, and those green eyes of his truly meaning what I see in them.
That all of this is real.
“Come for me, Emily,” Sebastian orders, gripping my neck and licking along my skin.“Come, baby.”
Baby.
Stars explode behind my eyelids, and I let go.
“Yes, good girl.My naughty little assistant.Fuck, fuck, fuck!”His grip tightens as his hot seed fills me.
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“Ihave a dress beingdelivered to you this afternoon.”I tell Emily as she pretends to sip the green juice I put in front of her.
Her eyes dart up in surprise.
“You don’t like the one I bought?”
“You can’t wear it a second time.”I shake my head.“This is a black-tie gala.You are my fiancée.”
“What if you got my size wrong?”
I haven’t.
I down the rest of my juice and rinse the glass.
“You think I don’t know your body?I’ve memorized every inch of it with my tongue.”
She blushes.
“I can’t drink this.”Emily slides the juice my way.“It could be what makes you grumpy in the mornings.I’m calling it sad juice.”
I glare at her, then a smile forms on my lips.
“That’s not the first juice I start my day with...anymore.”
Her blush deepens.“You talk very dirty.”
I round the counter and pull her off her stool, taking her chin and kissing her.“You love it.”
Emily kisses me back, her fingers pressing into my pecs through my blue shirt, and I wish for the third time this morning we could just stay in bed and make love all day.
Something I’ve never desired to do in my entire career.Two or three orgasms usually do me, then I’m happy to leave any woman.
But with her.Jesus, I could spend days exploring Emily’s body, watching her cheeks flush as she falls apart.Feeding her, bathing her, running my fingers over her as we stare out at the moon.
