“Mm, yes.” I clutched the armrests as I rolled my hips into him like I couldn’t get enough. At this rate, there was going to be a medical journal entry about me somewhere. I could see it now.A disabled woman with a dangerous sex drive sends herself to the emergency room.
“Shit, baby… Goddamn!”
“Quade!” I gasped, barely able to hold my head up. My body was on the verge of climax. “I can’t?—”
“Use the safe word.”
“No,… I… I…” Shit, I couldn’t even find the words.
“Just like that.” He grunted, his mouth brushing my neck. “You takin’ this dick so good, baby.”
“Mm-mmm…”
He slowed the motion and kissed up my collarbone, letting me catch my breath as I slumped forward, my forehead resting on his. His hands slid up to my waist and held me there.
“Why’d you shut down on me?” he asked, his dick still digging in my guts.
“What?” I blinked.
“Why’d you shut down on me?” he repeated.
“You… want to ask that right now?” I lifted my head from his shoulder and stared up into his eyes.
“Yeah, talk to me. What’s going on, baby?”
“I—” My throat tightened. I could barely find the answer with the way he was hitting my spot.
“I need to know what’s going on with you, baby.” He stilled his movements, giving me a minute to catch my breath.
“I don’t think I belong in your world,” I whispered. “I saw the girls around you in the studio yesterday, and I… their bodies are perfect. This world is so fast-paced, and I physically can’t keep up.” My voice cracked, and I was almost ashamed to look at him. Quade stopped moving and looked me dead in my eyes.
“Noa.” He paused. “You are my world. This rap and music shit—they don’t mean shit without you. You hear me?” My eyes welled up with tears again. “I’m not worried about anybody but you. You don’t have to hide anything you feel from me. We gottacommunicate, baby. Let me in that pretty ass head of yours. Don’t shut me out, okay?”
“I’m trying,” I whispered, and he pressed his fingers deeper into my curves and started rocking me again.
“That’s all we can do, baby.”
I shattered against him, my body shaking uncontrollably. He was making it hard not to fall in love with him. We kissed, hard and messy.
“I’m cumming!” I cried out, legs trembling, but he held me firm.
“Let go for me,” he commanded, his raspy voice cracking against my ear. “Give it to me.”
And without second guessing it, my body obeyed and released all over him. Quade cursed under his breath.
“Fuck, Noa.” He came with a sharp grunt, arms banded tight around me, holding me there as he throbbed inside me without a care in the world. For a second, neither of us moved. My cheek stayed pressed to his neck as I tried to catch my breath.
“You good?”
“Yeah.”
He ran a palm up my back, kissed my forehead, and gently adjusted me. Then, without a word, he stood with me in his arms.
“Oh my?—”
“You need to eat,” he said. “I can’t just give you dick. I gotta feed you.”
I couldn’t argue with that. He carried me out of the booth to the small table in the corner. It was set with two plates and a bottle of champagne. My body ached in the best way, and it was all because of him. As he lowered me into the seat, I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. He didn’t say anything, just leaned forward and kissed me before taking his seat on the other side of the table. I melted into my seat as I stared at him fromacross the table. For the first time in forever, I didn’t feel broken. I just felt full.
