I fucked her like that—hard, fast, relentless—until my balls tightened, until I was right on the edge. But I didn’t want to come like this.
I wanted to see her face when I filled her.
It took me a second to pull out. Three seconds to remove the belt. Five to flip her, lift her into my arms, and slam her against the wall.
But the handful of seconds it took me to sink back inside of her stretched into a fucking eternity as we held each other’s gazes, the truth crackling between us.
This wasn’t just sex.
She knew it. I knew it.
But neither of us said a goddamn word.
Her legs were locked around my waist as I pumped in and out and groaned at how good she felt. My fingers found her clit, stroking and teasing as I watched her fall apart in my arms.
She clenched around me, her body trembling, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“You gonna come for me, Berry?” My lips trailed over the veins in her throat as I tasted her skin, nipped at her jaw, bit at her lips.
She gasped, thighs squeezing tightly around me, her orgasm ripping through her.
That was all it took.
My body tensed, and a low growl slipped through my clenched teeth as I spilled inside of her. My hands gripped her hips, keeping her where she belonged.
With me.
I moaned against her neck and moved in and out of her, fruitlessly trying to chase away the storm inside my head.
We were both lying to each other.
And neither of us had any fucking clue how to stop.
CHAPTER36
MIA
“Over a million views in one week is remarkable,” Corine, my dad’s social media manager, said, grinning as the waiter dropped off her pasta. “And listen to these comments. 'Go Mr. Morales. Finally, someone making sense.’ ‘Okay, but that outfit? He ate.'” She looked up at me. “Nice work, Mia.”
I smiled as I cut into my salmon. “Just doing my part.”
“I’m confused. Ate what?” Lionel asked, brow furrowed. At seventy, he was one of the campaign’s oldest advisors.
“It means he looked good,” I explained. “It’s Gen Z speak.”
He shook his head, still looking lost.
I dabbed my napkin against my mouth to hide my smile and caught Jenny’s glare from across the table.
She was still pissed at me for skipping the prep meeting last week to do Eliza’s shoot. The way she was acting, you’d think I committed a capital offense.
I was getting tired of her attitude. I’d only missed a handful of commitments all year, and I was doing my best. Showing a little grace wouldn’t kill her.
At least the shoot had gone well. And Romolo…
Romolo had stayed with me all night. He'd even dropped me off at the location in the morning, despite me insisting—repeatedly—that he didn’t have to.
After the third time I'd said it, he'd shot me a look, his grip tightening on the wheel. “I’ll do what I fucking want to do, Berry.”
