She didn't respond, just lay there boneless and satisfied. Shit. Had I been too rough? I pulled out carefully and rolled her over, checking her face. She looked dazed, her eyes unfocused, her lips swollen from my kisses.
Beautiful.
"Too much?" I asked, genuine concern cutting through the satisfaction.
"No." Her voice was hoarse, probably from screaming. "Perfect."
Relief flooded through me. "Yeah? You liked it rough."
"I liked you rough." She touched my face, and the tenderness in the gesture made my chest tight. "There's a difference."
There was. With her, everything was different. I kissed her gently this time. Tender. At odds with how I'd just fucked her, but I needed her to know. What? That she meant something? That this wasn't just the contract?
Dangerous thoughts.
"Shower," I said against her mouth. "Then breakfast. Then I'm keeping you in this bed all day."
"I have work."
"You have me." I stood and scooped her up, loving how light she felt in my arms. "Call in sick. Tell your boss that you can’t make it in today." I smirked.
"I'm the head maid. I don't call in sick." She pressed.
"Then delegate." I carried her toward the bathroom. "You have the flu. Tell the staff whatever you want. But you're spending the day with me."
I expected her to argue. To insist on maintaining boundaries.
Instead, she said, "Fine. I’ll figure it out. But you can’t let anybody know I’m up here, and you have to make me breakfast."
"Deal." I set her down in the shower and turn on the water. "Anything else you want?"
Say you want me. Say you want this to be more than ninety days. Say…
"Coffee," she said. "Really good coffee."
I grinned, shoving down the disappointment. "I can do that."
I pulled her under the spray, and she came willingly, tucking herself against my chest. Eighty-eight days left. I was going to make every single one count. Then maybe, by the end of it she wouldn't want to leave.
Because I already knew I wasn't letting her go. Contract or no contract. She was mine. And I protected what I claimed as mine.
Katrina
Five weeks later
Iwoke up to Olek's mouth between my thighs, which had become such a regular occurrence that my body started responding before I was fully conscious.
"Again?" I mumbled, my hand sliding into his hair.
"Always." His tongue circled my clit. "Good morning to you too."
It was 4 AM according to the clock on his nightstand. We'd fallen asleep around midnight after he'd fucked me against his office door while I was supposed to be bringing him documents.
Five weeks had changed everything. Changed me. I'd stopped thinking about this being just a transaction somewhere around week two. Stopped trying to convince him that this wasn’t about me around week three. Now, at week five, I was so deep I couldn't see the surface anymore.
And I still had fifty-three days left.
Fifty-three days until I had to walk away from the best sex of my life. From the man who'd memorized every inch of my body. From the person who made me feel safe and desired and seen. I shoved the thought away and focused on the present—on Olek's talented mouth and the orgasm building in my core.
