“Yes, please.”
His hips shoved her legs open farther, and she tried to climb onto the counter with her knees, but he yanked her ankle back. She was dangling, utterly at his mercy, unable to control what he was doing as he held her thighs open at her knees and bored inside her. “Say it again.”
The pressure forced her whole body open as he crammed himself in.“Yes, please.”
His pelvis pushed against her center and her inner thighs as he pressed himself inside her, all the way to the root of him.“Good girl.”
He stroked into her then, holding her thighs open while he took her from behind. His hips slapped her thighs and her ass, a sting on her skin and a build of tension in her body.
She slitted her eyes open. He was watching her in the mirror. When their gazes met, he smiled a little more and dragged one hand down the inside of her leg to reach underneath where he was pumping into her.
His thumb grazed her clit and then rolled in a circle.
The rising tightness coiled inside her, consuming her, until she closed her eyes and bit her lip, and the struggle broke into waves of ecstasy. Shudders traveled up and through her, throbs of pleasure that obliterated the thoughts in her mind except that she wanted very,verymuch to be Tristan’s good girl so that he would take whatever he wanted and give herthis.
As her mind unfogged and she batted her eyes open, Tristan was resting with his head on her back, shaking, his hand clutching her shoulder as he gasped, “Oh, princess.Good girl.”
Colleen pushed herself away from the mirror, leaving a smudge on the glass.“Wow.”
Tristan staggered a little as he took care of the condom and zipped up. Then, finally, he turned to where Colleen was rummaging around on the ground, trying to step into her panties and shorts without kneeing him in the balls.
He swatted at her butt lightly. “You are a dream, princess,” he said. “Out with you. Come on. Out to the seats.”
Colleen yanked her shorts up to her waist and obeyed him without thinking about it, and then she was walking down the aisle of the plane toward Jian, who was still studying his phone.
But she wasn’t sure whether she’d gotten all the answers to her questions or not.
And he’d just taken over everything and shooed her out.
Well, this wasn’t over yet.
Colleen stomped past the couches. Jian was still staring intently at his phone. She walked to the table at the front where she and Tristan had sat on the flight to LA.
Her purse was sitting on the table, a sad and soggy mess, and it was buzzing.
She scooted into the big chair next to the window and retrieved her phone, and buying the waterproof one seemed like the best idea she’d ever had.
Eighteen texts, DMs, and Snaps poured down the phone’s screen, and it was ringing.
Anjali PikachuMod.
Anjali’s long-distance anger manifested as the phone’s frantic vibrating.
Colleen poked the green dot with her finger. “Hello? Anjali?”
“Where the hell are you? You haven’t texted or anything forhours!We agreed that you would text at least every two hours during the day. I was so worried that I—”
“Anjali! I’m fine! There was just a whole lot of stuff to do, and I couldn’t get to my phone for a few minutes. Everything is fine. You can stand down now.”
“People are asking about you on the Sherwood Forest forum. There is great speculation about whether you quit or whether we fired you and cannot say. We keep telling them you will be back any time, but they are not listening to us. You are too nice to them when you are moderating. You write out those long tutorials of how to do things that anyone with half a brain should be able to figure out, and no one even thanks you for it. They only notice when you are gone and you are not doing those things. You should not be so nice to them.”
Colleen laughed. Anjali must have been really upset if she was scolding Colleen this much.
“There is a petition going around to restore your moderator status, even though anybody with half a brain could click on your profile and see that you still have moderator status. I can’t imagine what your DMs must look like. When you can, you should post that you are still alive and that we did not kick you off so that the uproar will die down. They don’t believe us.”
“I will, I will,” Colleen promised.
Anjali lowered her tone. “Jesus, Brahma, and Ram. I thought your hot rich guy had turned out to be a serial killer after all.”
