“You’ve got all of me.” I lean over her and cup her breasts in my hands. “They’re bigger than I remember.”
She peers at me over her shoulder. “More than a handful?”
“So much fucking more.”
She rubs her ass against me, curving her spine to take me deeper. “Think you can handle it?”
“Challenge accepted, mo chailleach ailainn.”
She groans out loud. “Say it again, Bash.”
“Mo chailleach ailainn.”
Her juices ooze out of her. Her pleasure is my pleasure. Maybe we’re destined to hard and fast sex, but I’m not complaining. I know I’ll die a very happy man.
“Mo chailleach ailainn,” I repeat. “My beautiful witch. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, Bash. Tá mé réidh. I’m ready.”
My shaft throbs inside her as I stumble over my rhythm. “You learned Gaelic?”
“A little. Just in case.”
I lean closer and whisper in her ear. “Just in case?”
“In case you ever came back.”
“Oh, baby. I was always going to come back.”
I grip her hips and fuck her till I explode, her words repeating inside my head.Tá mé réidh. Tá mé réidh. Tá mé réidh.
My legs have barely stopped twitching with the force of my climax when the elevator door swishes open and my personal kitchen assistant arrives with Remy’s asparagus spears.
15
REMY
“I can literally seeCUNY from the rooftop.” I’m talking to Ariel on my new cell.
It’s mid-morning, and my best friend has no classes. My first lecture is at 1:30 p.m., and I am no way in the right frame of mind to attend. I’m currently sitting beside Bash’s rooftop pool with my feet up on cushions and a mocktail in one hand, wearing a bathing suit that feels like a second skin, and sunblock that smells of coconuts and kiwi fruit.
“Let me get this straight.” Ariel sounds as if she is jogging, only I know that she has a natural aversion to any form of exercise, but particularly to jogging around a city in the middle of summer. “He has an infinity pool… on his rooftop.”
“Correct.”
I haven’t stopped smiling this morning. Sure, it might have something to do with the multiple orgasms I experienced last night. But I feel as if I’ve woken up in an alternate universe where I grab a bathing suit from the walk-in closet after mymorning shower and sunbathe on the roof before setting out for college in a chauffeur-driven vehicle.
People live like this.
My mind is blown. My pussy is still a little sore from all the attention it got last night. And my heart is at a bursting point.
The three of us slept in the rooftop cabana, a tangle of limbs and throws and cushions. It wasn’t discussed. It simply felt… right. And this morning, I woke up to breakfast on a tray, grilled sausages, bacon, hash browns, and fried eggs. A pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice. A basket filled with fresh baked bread. Apples and bananas and pears. Enough food to feed me and Ariel for a full twenty-four hours.
They watched me eat like I was being interviewed for a job as taste tester in one of their restaurants.
“What?” I asked, mopping up egg yolk with a slice of buttered bread. “Do I have sauce on my chin?”
“You would still be beautiful even if you were covered in sauce,” Bash said. Serious.
