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And then I feel him thicken inside of me. That pulse he mentioned now throbs against my G-spot like a living vibrator.

“You’re going to come for me again.”

I’m almost there. “Yes?—”

He lets go of my wrists, pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, re-entering me from behind. I’m pressed face down on the mattress, flattened by his weight. One of his hands snakes beneath my hip, and those deft fingers are on my clit again as he fucks me.

An embarrassing sound comes out of me as my core winds tight around his thickness. I grip the sheets, and everything goes black as I come again, breathless.

His hands clamp around my wrists to hold me down as he slams into my body, and his howl echoes on the walls as he comes, too.

What the fuck did I just do?

4

IVAN

She’s still asleepwhen I wake.

Nothing about it is unusual. I’ve never required much sleep since my thirties. However, whatisunusual is the feel of the morning. The fact there is another person in a space that’s ordinarily only mine.

I lie still for a beat before I stroke up her arm. I can’t help myself. Her skin is velvet, nearly as soft as her dress from last night. A slow smile spreads over her lips, so I kiss her there.

She opens her arms to me, and I arrange her onto me until she is seated on my lap, still half-asleep and smiling. Her small hands lean on my chest. Her weight is nothing, but the heat of her is something otherworldly. “Morning, Big Guy.”

“Good morning. Sleep well?”

She giggles. “Did you really wake me up to find out if I slept well?”

“I find it’s good manners to ask?—”

“Is that what you call pulling me onto you just to sit on your morning wood? That’s good manners?”

I move to ease her off me, but she swats my hand away. “I thought I offended you.”

“Hardly.” She bends to my mouth while her small hand strokes my cock to full attention. Her words drift over my lips. “I’d be offended if you didn’t wake me for this.” She grinds up and down my length, not letting me slide inside. She’s not ready for that yet. But when she moans as she works herself on me, I might die.

Last night was something that defies description. The way she tastes, the feel of her, her curious nature… Luna is intoxicating. I didn’t expect her to want to try a little bondage when I brought her upstairs. But then again, I didn’t expect to meet Luna.

She wasn’t on the guest list.

Not that I didn’t know about her. I know all of Hugo’s contacts, and on more than one occasion, heard him gripe about her.

“She’s so weird.”

“She has too many issues.”

“Luna’s crazy.”

Never did he ask my advice, so I never gave it. But if he had, I would have told him to dump her, because he didn’t deserve her. That bastard wasted three years of her life. He even proposed about eight months ago. Gave her a plain diamond ring, then complained that she wore it on a necklace instead of on her finger.

I asked,“Did you have it sized for her?”

He looked confused.“That’s her job.”The dolt.

All thoughts of Hugo vanish when she notches me inside that silken, wet pussy. I grab her hips, taking her forward and back. Her head tosses back, her long black hair a cape around her shoulders, when she comes forward again. I can’t stop watching her tits, though. Heavy, coming to full pink points as she bounces on my dick.

If I were a lesser man, I’d come right the fuck now.