“You know what I like,” he says, his tone rough. “But there’s nothing I don’t like with you.”
“Why don’t we fuck more?”
“It’s hard to fuck someone in another zip code.”
I grin. “True.” My movements begin to flow, meshing with his quiet instructions, until I’m bouncing on his cock. “We don’t have that problem now.”
Each stroke hits the back of my pussy in the perfect spot. I can feel my ass jiggling as I move. It especially jiggles when Hartley smacks his palm against my right cheek.
“Ah!” I shout, the contact bringing me that much closer to another orgasm.
“Do you like that, darlin’?” He smacks me again, this time on the other side. “I think you get wetter every time.”
My eyes close as I feel fire simmering in my core start to catch once again.
“Do it again,” I plead, my voice nearly a whimper.
He rubs my ass as he meets me thrust for thrust, cracking me again. And this time delivers.
“Fuck!” I scream as my second orgasm tears through me with no apology. “Come in me!”
“Dammit, Mira,” he says, his tone gruff.
My teeth press together as I grind on Hartley’s cock. He groans behind me as his fingers dig into my hips—his hands shaking—urging me to rock against him as he empties himself inside me.
I love this.I love the feeling of him spilling himself deep in my pussy. Just thinking about it nearly makes my orgasm start all over.
Once he’s finished, I take a moment and climb off him. Then I fall helplessly to the mattress next to him.
He scoops me up and pulls me into his side as we struggle to catch our breath.
“For someone who can’t ride a horse worth a shit, you sure can ride a dick,” he says, chuckling. “I’ll giveyoufive points for that.”
I grin against him. “I don’t know what to say to that.”
He sighs. “Did you see the tub in the en suite? It has your name written all over it.”
“Is there any more champagne?” I ask, tracing the spot where his tattoo lives.
“Yeah. Want me to get it and meet you at the tub?”
“That sounds like a great plan.”
He kisses me on the forehead. I don’t tell him that I’d be happy just lying next to him. Because although we broke one rule tonight, I’m not sure we should break two.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Mira
We broke two.
“Want another bite?” Hartley asks, holding a forkful of wedding cake to my lips.
I open my mouth and let him place the bite on my tongue.
The cake is surprisingly good. It’s probably four generous servings, but between the two of us, we’ve nearly eaten every bite. I guess a round of sex before our bath, and another one after, really gave us an appetite.
