“Jensen.” I mean for his name to come out as a command, an order to turn it off, to stop tormenting me, but what I actually give him is a breathy, wanton moan.
He tucks my hair behind my ear, like I’m not standing there, about to fall apart in public. “Just feel it, beautiful. Don’t fight it.”
Someone passes us, heading to the media area. I turn my head, hiding my flushed face. “I can’t…”
Whatever I was going to say gets lost. I clench hard around the egg as my pleasure crests like a violent, sharp wave.
Oh… Oh, fuck.
I cling desperately to him, like he’s the only thing tethering me to this world. Because he is. Because that’s who he’s always been for me. Whether I’m sad or happy, or about to come in front of my guests.
I swallow my orgasm, hiding it behind gritted teeth. I must be leaving bruises on his arms, but all I’m focused on is dragging air through my nose.
This is how I die. Trying to swallow the detonation coiling through me.
I bury my face in his chest, my legs shaking.
Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. I’m nearlythere.
Am I panting into his shirt? Am I drooling?
It’s too much, even as it’s not enough. My body is lit up, riding the line between pleasure and restraint.
It rips through me and I choke down my scream as the muscles in my legs tremble. Helpless fucking surrender is all I can do as I come so hard I forget my name. Every nerve ending sparks like electric need and it takes all my control to keep quiet.
Eventually, little ripples pulse through me until the vibrator peters out and then stops.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. I just cling to Jensen. The egg is heavy, my muscles overworked, struggling to keep it inside, but there’s a fierce, empty ache left behind. The device gives the illusion of fullness, but it’s not enough.
It’s not Jensen. Nothing will ever make me full the way he does.
I lift my gaze to his, letting my trust and love shine in my eyes.
He falters for a second, reverence burning through him as he presses a kiss to my temple. It’s so soft, so gentle, that tears sting my eyes. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, Mia. Glowing, flushed, wild. You don’t even know what you do to me, do you? It’s taking everything I have not to fuck you right now.”
Damn.
Oh, damn.
“Everyone here thinks you’re a saint,” I say, still breathless, “but they have no idea just how filthy you really are.”
He strokes over the apple of my cheek. “You like me filthy, and you’re all that matters. I don’t care what other people think about me.” His mouth brushes over mine, and I fall into the kiss like he’s the air I need to breathe. Every touch of his fingers on my body is careful and sacred. “Come on. You have investors to impress and very expensive canapés to eat.”
They were daylight robbery, but he can afford it.Wecan afford it.
Before Jensen made his fortune, I would have screamed into a pillow at spending this much money on tiny bite-sized snacks, but our days of worrying about finances are long behind us. We could live six lifetimes on what he’s earned alone. We wouldn’t do too badly on the money I’ve made either.
He loops his arm through mine, ever the gentleman—at least on the surface—and we walk into the main hall. The vibrator shifts inside me, low waves of need building again inside me.
“You okay?” he asks.
“It keeps…movingwhen I walk.” I plaster a smile on my face as we pass two very high-profile investors.
Jensen drops his voice low, his mouth close to my ear. “Is your cunt clenched around it, beautiful? Are you dripping what’s mine into your panties?”
“Jensen.” My voice holds a warning that doesn’t land because I pant it.
His grip is secure on me as we climb the three steps before the door, like he thinks I’m suddenly going to forget how to walk in heels.
