“Oh my God.” Her eyes glaze.
“You’re mine, Grace. And I’m yours. No other man can fill this pussy, and no other pussy can take my cock.”
“Huxley…”
“Say it,” I order her.
She moans, but won’t repeat what I said. She rocks her body, trying to take the pleasure I’m denying her. I tilt my hips so she can’t get the right angle, but I stroke her clit, teasing her.
“Please. Huxley, please!”
“Say it.” I rub slightly faster, making her arch into my touch and grind into my finger, move up and down my cock. I pinch her nipple and tug. All the delicious sensation, but none of it enough to satiate. She moves harder and faster. But everything she’s doing is as futile as someone drinking seawater to quench their thirst.
The sight of her taking my cock drives me to a fever pitch, and my instinct screams at me to push her down and fuck her hard and fast until she screams my name. But I rein the impulse in. Lust isn’t in the driver’s seat. I am.
A strong tremor racks her sweat-misted body. A sob tears from her chest; her breasts shiver. Tension grips her, but she can’t go over the edge. Her pussy tightens around my cock, and sweat pops out along my hairline. I grit my teeth, fighting my baser instinct.
She’s biting her lip in the reflection. I smack her ass, urging her to say the words before my control breaks. A breathshudders out of her, the tight inner muscles gripping my dick. I slap the other cheek, earning a soft moan. My jaw clenches as I struggle to hold on. But seeing the red handprint on the baby-smooth skin only fuels my desire.
“No other cock can take my pussy,” she sobs just as I’m about to say fuck it. “And no other pussy can take your cock. Oh my God,please.”
Elation sears through me, and I grip her hips and pound into her, finding and hitting the spot that drives her wild.
She screams her orgasm at the first thrust, then again as more powerful and relentless orgasms break over her. I watch her reflection, her bare breasts bobbing with each drive, her eyes glassy and mouth slack with bliss. I kiss her neck hard enough to leave a mark.
Her voice goes hoarse, and she collapses in a boneless heap as I empty myself inside her in a violent climax that wrings everything from me. Air saws in and out of her, rough and uneven. I wrap my arms around her, spooning her, then press a firm kiss to the base of her neck.
When I can breathe more evenly, I instruct the concierge to bring an emerald-green Dior dress from the boutique on the second level of the hotel. Pink isn’t Grace’s best color. She squirms a little, turning to face me, her beautiful face soft with the pleasure I’ve given her. I kiss her hard.
“Now. Forget that nonsense in your head, and be a good girl until I get back.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Grace
Forget that nonsense in your head,he says.Be a good girl until I get back,he says.
Yeah, easy for Huxley to say when he’s foisted that godawful assistant of his on me to deal with. I tell Madison her help isn’t necessary, but she insists on staying on like a louse in a dirty head of hair, saying Huxley would hate to leave me on my own without anybody to help.
She’s wrong, of course. He’d love nothing more than to leave me on my own. He wants me to ditch Nelson and his family’s money and put myself at his mercy, and end my friendship with Adam because he can’t handle the fact that I have a friend with a penis. At least the security he hired isn’t overly obnoxious. But that isn’t saying much.
I can’t afford to refuse the financial help from Nelson and Karie yet, and there’s no reason to abandon Adam just because Huxley’s being weird. It’s unbelievable how Huxley and I have the most amazing chemistry in bed, but outside of it, we’re completely incompatible. Unfortunately, we spend more time outside of bed. Unless we figure out a way to live a more harmonious life together, it seems like things will only get worse.
Just then, the paternity test from the lab lands on my phone. It confirms the baby is Huxley’s, obviously. I forward it to him in case the lab hasn’t sent him the results directly. At least my baby will be spared the heartache of being denied by his father.
–Huxley: The lab just sent me the report too.
–Me: Is that all you have to say?
–Huxley: No. I was an asshole earlier. Shouldn’t have said what I did, and I’m sorry. Even before the report arrived, I suspected the baby was mine.
Oh, thank God.The apology soothes the anxiety I’ve been harboring about the baby’s future.
–Me: When were you going to tell me?
–Huxley: I was going to talk to you about it when I got back in town. Gotta go. I have to wrap up this meeting and a few other things.
–Me: Okay. Thanks for the apology. Hope you have a productive evening.
