‘I’m not an idiot, Minnie. Admit it.’
She sits up too. I can see panic in her eyes even through the darkness. ‘So what if I did? What are you so angry about?’
‘Next time, we’re?—’
‘There’s not going tobea next time.’ Her tone’s gruff. ‘This is a one-time thing, remember?’
I can’t believe I didn’t notice sooner. I’m so pissed at myself. But why would she fake it? Like I’d care if she takes longer, if penetrative sex doesn’t do it for her, if she needs an hour of foreplay before she gets anywhere –it’s part of the fun. Does she think that low of me that I’d get myself off and roll over to sleep?
‘Yeah. Fine. Whatever,’ I mutter. ‘Lie down.’
‘Very bossy.’
‘Yeah I’m bossy. I’m annoyed with you.’
‘Aboutwhat? You got what you wanted.’
How could shethinkthat? ‘No I didn— We’re not doing this now. Lie down.’
‘Stop telling me what to do.’ She lies down anyway but I feel no victory about it.
I slide my hand between us under the duvet and find her sex with ease. I’m pacified to find her still soaking – a good girl, eventhough her owner’s not. Minnie says nothing as I play with her. Her folds are swollen from everything we did earlier and I clench my teeth hard to distract me from getting too excited about it. We don’t touch or kiss, and she says nothing, but that doesn’t matter. It’s not about making up, it’s about finishing.
I slide two fingers inside, causing her body to twitch in pleasure. I don’t warm up – she doesn’t need it – and my fingers set off furiously. Surely she’dwantto come, right?
‘I don’t… want to… squirt,’ she whispers, her breathing becoming shallow pants like it did when we were here half an hour ago, like it did in Italy. She’s not faking this.
What does she take me for – a one-trick pony? I slow down and slip in a third finger. Jesus she’s still so tight. Her hips start moving with the rhythm of my hand and once I add my thumb to the mix, circling her clit, it’s seconds before I can feel how close she is. She’s tightening, pulsing. Little whimpers are sneaking past her lips that send heat straight between my legs.
She’s so fucking infuriating. Why would she deny herself the chance to come, and the chance for me to watch her? My dick’s stirring like he’s ready to go again when we both know it’s been a long time since he’s had that kind of stamina.
She cries out and it’s happening. I keep going through every last wave, and when I’m sure she’s done, I gently finish and wait for her to recover. I don’t look at her or I’ll do something stupid like forgive her. Post-sex Minnie did funny things to me; post-orgasm Minnie’s probably even more deadly.
When her chest’s resumed its steady pattern, I get up and stomp to the ensuite. ‘I still can’t believe you.’
I can hear her bolt upright. ‘Excuse me?’ she says, her voice raw. ‘I didn’t make you do that, you?—’
‘Not that.’ I swing around. ‘You actuallylet guys get awaywith not finishing their job. It’s a gift to have sex with a beautiful woman, Minnie. A fuckinggift. Never,everfake it again. Notwith me, not with anyone. Those lazy bastards.’ And with that I shut the door.
Chapter 23
MINNIE
The pipes’ burbling ends abruptly. I can just about hear the hand towel being pulled off its rack, and I pull the covers even more tightly around me, facing firmly in the other direction. As the ensuite door opens, my heart’s beating like I’m in a spin class.
If he asks me to leave, I’ll leave, but I don’t think he will. It’s two in the morning, and although Monaco’s not riddled with crime, I don’t feel like traversing the streets alone or getting a cab looking sexed up. Also, I’ve taken my contacts out now so might as well get comfy.
The bed sinks behind me and there’s a fresh warmth under the covers.
‘Sorry for getting cross,’ Jack murmurs.
I try to breathe heavier. I’m definitely getting a UTI for this but my pride’s worth more.
‘I know you’re not asleep.’
Take the hint.
He seems to because it goes quiet. It’s really quiet, actually. I can’t hear the city at all. The soundproofing must be amazing.
