“You need to get naked.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “You’re. Not. In charge.”
“Please get naked?”
His lips quirk, but they don’t smile.
“I need you to fuck me, big guy.” His fingers dive into my pussy,hard, and he starts to finger fuck me, and holy shit. “Oh, yes. Yes yes yes.”
“God, you’re tight.” He nips at my shoulder, and then he pulls his fingers out and spins me around, kissing me as he unfastens his pants.
When his cock springs free, he lifts me in his arms and walks me to the wall, pinning me there.
“You make me lose control,” he growls against my lips as he slides inside me, making me whimper. “And Ineverlose fucking control, Lena.”
“You’re safe with me.”
At my whispered words, he starts to pound mercilessly. He pins one of my hands above my head and fucks me harder, more intensely than ever before.
“Rub that clit and come for me.” He licks my bottom lip, and I know I can’t tell him no.
I lick my middle finger, making his eyes blow wide with so much lust, my pussy clenches around him tighter, and then I move my hand between us and circle that little bundle of nerves, making us shudder.
“Just like that. You’re going to come all over my cock.” He bites my lower lip, and I gasp, right on the edge. “Make a mess of us.”
“Gideon.”
“That’s right. Say my name while I fuck you, baby.”
“Gideon.”
“Go over. You’re so fucking gorgeous like this. Comenow.”
His voice is like gravel, his cock hard and hittingjustthe right spot, and I couldn’t stop this orgasm if I tried.
I clamp down on him, and he ruts into me, growling as he follows me over the edge and splashes his cum inside me.
His lips find mine, but they’re softer now. Tender. And when he lets go of my wrist, I wrap them both around his neck, and he buries his face against me.
“Mine,” he whispers.
“Yours,” I agree.
“That was really good,” Gideon says with just a hint of surprise in his voice as we clean up the breakfast dishes.
“I told you, I’m learning. I have to earn my keep.” I snort at that, and then suddenly, I’m in Gideon’s arms, and he’s kissing the top of my head.
“You don’t have toearnanything.”
“I know my mom’s paying you—”
“No, she’s not.”
I spin and stare up at him in shock. “What?”
“I turned it down.” He kisses my nose. “She thinks I’m doing her a personal favor. I can’t accept money for having you here when I have no intentions of ever letting you leave, and I’m happy to protect and care for you, Lena. No one needs to pay me to do that. This is no longer a job for me. It’s a relationship.”
Holy mother of God.
