I did. On the bottom curve of the eight was a dash. “What’s—”
“The eight is an O for Olivia and a Q for Quinn.”
“That…” I whispered, staring down at it. “That’s…”
“I know how much you love reverse cowgirl,” he laughed sheepishly. “And I thought it would help you remember that it’s me.”
This fucking man. “I love you,” I said, my voice breaking.
“I know,” he grinned. “I love you more. Now climb on my face,” he demanded and tugged at my hips. I was still light on the shock, but I focused on his cock, running on instinct and then I felt his tongue back on my pussy, sucking on my clit. I gasped around his cock before he smacked my ass again and I fell onto his mouth where he held me close, arms hooked around my thighs.
I did exactly as he’d said I would. I rode his face until I was crying, tears in my eyes falling on his groin. When I was sure I was going to pass out, I lifted myself off him to see his chin was wet. I kissed him, sharing our tastes between our tongues.
“You’re in control,” he whispered. “Ride me.”
I impaled myself on his cock, falling forward with my palms on his hard chest as we both groaned.
“Yes,” he grunted. “Take me deep — ah, fuck.”
And I did. I took him all the way before rocking back and forth, his hands on my ass.
“Ride me, Livid,” he begged again. “Find that sweet spot. Ride me.”
I continued to rock, rotating in an infinity sign on his cock until my vision whitened and a sharp, pleasure-filled hiss escaped me.
“There,” he said, his hands running up and down my arms. “Right there. That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock.Tuestellementbelle,Lividé.”You’re so beautiful, Livid.
Grinding on him, I lay flat against him, chest to chest as I did as I was told, until the heat in my veins and the white spots infiltrated the darkness of my closed eyes and I came with a scream.
“Fuck, those are such pretty noises you make. You almost make me come, feeling you come around me. Hearing what itdoes to you. Hearing you lose control.”
I was a sweating mess as I gasped, sitting up again. “Fuck me, please,maître. Please.”
He leaned over me before rubbing the head of his cock against my overwhelmed clit and kissing along my neck. The man’s hands and lips hadn’t stopped touching me since we’d entered the room.
“Please,” I begged. “Please.”
When he pressed in, I threw my head back onto the duvet, basking in feeling so full. He kissed down my chest with each slow thrust and my fingertips glided up his muscular biceps until they tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His breath on my lips, we didn’t kiss. We just looked into each other’s eyes with each broken exhale as he brushed my hair from my face.
He took in everything I was as I did him.
And I felt safe.
Chapter 37
“Today is December 27th and my name isLivieQuinn.”
I cleared my throat and glanced at the notes before me on the dining table — the little script I’d made and had Nix’s lawyer look over — before turning them over. I knew what I wanted to say. What I had to say.
No more hiding.
It wasn’t me.
I took a deep breath and pressed record on my phone attached to the ring light.
“Today is December 27th and my name isLivieQuinn. Three weeks ago, you would have had no idea who I was,” I said with a breath of a laugh. “I am NixonArmasandLucaMendes’ publicist. I’m the media manager forCiclatiSport — the team that races inStormSprint— but before that, I worked forVinnyGarvs.”
I looked at my hands, unsure of my voice.
