The dim light in the room cast a glow, showing a beautiful sight—rosy cheeks, lips between her teeth, hazel eyes seemingly more green than gold.
“That’s it,” she said between breaths, closing her eyes briefly. “I’m about to…” She lay down and moaned her release, clutching the blanket as her entire body tensed.
I grabbed my cock and squeezed, grunting as I kissed her pussy lightly while she rode out her orgasm. Another picture snapped and committed to memory.
I crawled on top of her, dragging my lips up her gorgeous body, stopping to play with her nipples before my mouth was over hers.
She opened her eyes and smiled at me, her gaze full of satisfaction and warmth. “Hi.” She flattened her hands on my face. “That was amazing. You’re nothing like I imagined.”
I angled my head. “Tell me more.”
“I pictured sex with you, rough and dirty. No emotional attachment at all.”
My MO in the bedroom was rough and dirty. “You pictured correctly.” I didn’t handle my other bedmates the same way as Joy.
She kissed me. “I want to feel you inside me now.”
For a split second, I thought twice about going any further. Only because that emotional attachment she mentioned just might break free, and I was frightened out of my fucking mind.
20
FALLYN
ALIAS: JOY
Duke climbed off the bed, unbuckling his belt, keeping his eye on me. I hadn’t moved. My toes were still tingling, my mind mush, my body limp. The man was more than I imagined, both inside and out.
I smiled at him, tracing every sculpted muscle, broad chest, ripped abs, and bulging biceps with my gaze. But when he was finally naked, I swallowed thickly then blew out a breath as my internal walls clenched. I’d speculated he was big, but fully erect was another matter entirely. I’d had sex with a handful of men but none as large as Duke.
He stroked his cock, his gaze sweeping over my body while he grinned boyishly. I opened my legs, needy and ready to take all of him in.
If we only had one night, I wanted to make the best of it. I was trying not to think past the moment or the truth in his words that he was afraid to be with me. Or his confession that he wanted redemption, a family. Or most of all, how he’d pleaded with me for this one night. Duke wasn’t the type of man to ever beg for anything. I doubted he would even beg for his life.
He snagged a condom from his nightstand, tore the wrapper, and rolled it on his long, thick cock with expert fingers as if he had done it a million times.
I wanted to say I was on the pill, but it was better to be doubly safe.
He crawled on the bed and braced his hands on either side of my head, his dick grazing my pussy. “Are you okay?”
I didn’t want to ruin his happiness and tell him that I was emotionally distraught, that he was too much to absorb. After all, I was a gift he unwrapped. Fuck, he’d lit up like a boy at Christmas who’d never gotten a present from Santa.
I licked the seam of his lips, breaking them apart, pushing my tongue inside his mouth as my answer. He tasted of me, of us, of sin. He was the enemy, but I didn’t see him that way. Not here. Not now. Not in this room that smelled of him.
“I want you, Duke, desperately.” That wasn’t a lie. I’d never spoken anything from the heart in a long time. I would have liked to blame my desperation on my lust, but I felt something far deeper than that. Nope, I wasn’t going anywhere near my emotions.
He kissed me, hungrily, possessively, as he pushed his dick halfway inside me and groaned, a sound that sent waves of pleasure through me.
I was going to hell. My mind knew it, but my heart didn’t. The damn thing was jumping up and down with glee as my inner walls squeezed around his cock.
“Fuck,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine as he tensed.
I yanked on his hair. “I need more.” I didn’t recognize my own voice. That alternate reality I’d felt walking into his club two weeks ago was even more vivid. I’d become Joy, a different version of myself, and it seemed like she was taking over Fallyn’s mind, body, and soul.
“No, not yet.” He blew out a breath. “I’m about to lose it, and I can’t. I feel like a teenager who just hit puberty.”
I giggled for nothing more than to distract him for a beat and to shake the emotions out of my head.
He brushed his nose over mine, slowly pushing farther inside me. “You feel so fucking good.”
