Yet it still made her shake. It still made her moan. She still got that sense that if he kept going, she would go over.Just a little more, she decided to say. Although somehow it didn’t come out like that. “Fuck me harder,” she groaned out. “Please fuck me harder.”
Begging now, really.
Not that it mattered to him.
“Like this?”
“Ah god, yeah.”
“And what if I just aim a little—”
“Oh, that’s perfect. Oh, that’s gonna make me do it,” she said, sure that this was the case. He was going faster now, was more insistent about it, hands on her hips so he could drag her back onto him. And that angle—it wasthe kind of thing most men would never think of, it really was. But it squeezed the pleasure out of her. It had her panting, trembling, right on the verge.
So it seemed weird that this wasn’t what did it.
It was what she realized when a wave of pleasure made her eyes pop open, and she saw what was right in front of her. He was watching her reflection in the mirrored wall of the elevator. He was looking right at her as she made soft littleohs with her lips, and licked them when it got really sweet.
She even did it for him, just to test it out.
And saw his eyes grow heavy. Felt his thrusts get fiercer, tighter. Like he was both trying to control himself, and not. Though either way, what did it matter? He was clearly doing it all in the full knowledge that it was her.
Her face, her expressions, her cunt.
No pretending this wasn’t, no acting like it was only a physical transaction. Tension spilling over, fakery making it real. None of that. Just Daisy Emmett fucking Caleb Miller between floors five and six of the Venderman Building, slightly south of the city center.
And it wasthatfact that really made her go over.
Knowing it was them. Knowing that he knew.
Daisy, she thought she heard him whisper, and there it was. That sweet bliss, bursting through her. Wave after wave of it, so intense she had to do it. She had to say it back.Caleb, she said, for the first time unafraid.
In fact, it was only in the aftermath, with someone asking through a speaker if they were okay, and both of them awkwardly tidying their clothes, that some senseshe should have been afraid struck her. She went to put on her panties, and caught it out of the corner of her eye.
He was still hard.
Like he could meet her halfway, maybe.
But absolutely nothing more.
Sixteen
He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that her score was two, and his was zero.
But it definitely bothered her. It made her lean away from the idea of him enjoying anything about it, or even just playing a game somehow, and more toward the very weird and disturbing idea that he was doing all this as some sort of favor. She had gotten his career back on track by putting her neck and her business on the line. He paid her in orgasms.
Ridiculous, of course, to think so.
Yet she couldn’t quite shake the idea. It felt as if it were something like that, something businesslike and transactional. Which would have been fine, if both of them had agreed to this businesslike and transactional arrangement. But as neither of them had, it seemed more disastrous and incredibly damaging to their emotional states.
Or in his case: creating damage by making him have an emotion.
Though she had no idea what the emotion actually was. He seemed quiet, occasionally. Gaze turned inward,like he was going over and over something in his mind. But then when they got to their hotel room—a functional sort of thing at a squat little Marriott between the convention center they had just left and the place in Chicago they were headed toward—he asked her if she wanted to watch a zombie double bill on some random channel.
And he didn’t even mean he wanted to squabble about it.
He got on the bed with her. Propped himself up next to her. They watched it side by side, with popcorn in between them. She wasn’t even sure where he got the popcorn from. Or what he was doing eating it, considering his usual rule about no movie snacks. But he did it. She saw him out of the corner of her eye. Tentatively taking a kernel or two, and almost sort of testing them out.
She came close to asking him several times if he was okay.
