I nod. “Yes. All of it.”
He rocks harder, hitting that spot that makes my entire body quiver. Filthy words are whispered into my ear as we fall apart together.
He holds me afterward, his breathing uneven, his lips brushing my temple like he’s grounding himself on my skin.
“This,” he murmurs, voice raw. “This is never going to be enough.”
And God help me— I feel the same.
After a long moment, he nods to the counter where my birth control case sits. My breath is still thin, my skin still humming from him as he reaches over, lifting the case.
“Time for this,” he murmurs, voice still rough from what we just did.
Still inside of me, he pushes a pill out, letting it drop into his palm.
“Open,” he says gently.
I do and his fingers brush my lower lip as he places the pill on my tongue. His gaze never leaves mine as I swallow.
“Good girl,” he says—low and quiet, approval wrapped in something darker.
The praise sends a shiver through me. I try to hide it. I fail.
His eyes darken.
He steps closer, tilting my chin up with two fingers. “Come here.”
The kiss he gives me isn’t ravenous like before. It’s slow. Lingering. His lips move against mine with a tenderness that is somehow more dangerous than the hunger earlier.
“You taste like me,” he murmurs against my mouth. “And your pill. I like both.”
A flush rises up my throat. Before I can answer he brushes a thumb across my bottom lip, then pulls away, clearing his throat like he’s just remembered something.
“Get dressed,” he says, voice low. “I’m taking you out to breakfast.”
I blink. “Like…outout?”
He nods once, pulling out of me. “You’ll need your coat.”
Our juices drip out of me, making my cheeks feel like they’re on fire.
“And another shower.”
“No. I want you to walk out there, full of me.”
If possible, my face flames even more. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he echoes with a smile. “Now, get dressed.”
He pads out of the bathroom leaving me there, smiling like a fool.
It’s not until I’m tugging on my blue sweater dress and boots that it hits me. He’s never taken me anywhere. Is this a date?
Downstairs, he’s already waiting, scrolling something on his phone. The guards by the elevator look surprised when he tellsthem we won’t need the usual detail. I shoot him a look, but he smiles.
Outside, it’s cold, but clear. The sun glints off frost-covered buildings, and for a moment, I almost feel normal. Just a girl on a date with a guy.
We eat at a corner café where no one seems to recognize him. I wrap my hands around a mug of cocoa, letting the warmth seep into me as he studies me from across the table like I’m the most fascinating puzzle he’s ever tried to solve.
