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"Yes," I breathe, my body pulsating with need. "I will if it's too much, but I like when it hurts."

He circles my clit with the head of his cock before he slams himself into me in one solid thrust.

I scream because it's uncontainable. The bite of pain wrapped around so much pleasure bows my back. I grab onto his shoulders, my nails digging through the fabric of his shirt, trying to etch a mark into his flesh. I want to own a piece of him, just as he owns me right now.

He pumps, lightly at first as if I'm a doll who will break into a million pieces if she's f*cked too hard.

"I want this," I purr through a moan. "You won't hurt me."

He pushes deeper, my body adjusting to him, not easily, but eagerly. He pumps harder, each movement of his hips in tandem with a groan from his lips.

"Fuck," he growls as he kisses my neck. More words are there, but they get lost in his breath on my skin.

I moan when his hand tugs the front of my dress down. I whimper when he bites my nipple between his teeth, and then I come. I come hard as he relentlessly drives his cock into my core.

He kisses me through my orgasm, his teeth scraping against my bottom lip. "Give me another, Ellie. Let me hear that again."

I do. I lick my index finger, slide it down my stomach and rest it against my still throbbing clit. I circle it slowly as he watches, his cock pulsing inside me, even though he's as still as the air that surrounds us. My hips move, seeking more. I grind up and into him, brazenly taking what I want. I get it when I feel the rush of the next climax, potent and fierce as it rolls through me.

"I could come just from the sight of that." He rests his forehead against mine as we both look down at our bodies connected. "That was so f*cking hot."

He bucks, grinding into me. His hand moves, trailing soft fingertips down my stomach, to my hip. His touch changes as he grips my skin. He presses, holding me down as his untamed need to come takes over again.

His mouth roughly claims mine as he pumps deep, long strokes that spike heated pleasure through me before he finds his own release. My whispered name on his lips is the only sound in the room as his chin drops and his heavy breaths stutter.





Chapter 21


Ellie




"Tell me what I can do for you, Ellie."

I stare at him. He's standing now, his pants still hanging open, his cock tucked back inside his boxer briefs. He kissed me softly after his orgasm, telling me over and over again how good it felt when I came around his cock. When I asked for a glass of water, he tied off the condom and walked into the kitchen. I took a deep breath. It did nothing to steady my nerves or to slow my rapid heartbeat.

"Can I use the bathroom?" I ask quietly. "I need to put myself back together."

"You could let me take you apart again," he says with a smile.

I could. I will. First, I need to find out if my legs still work. "The bathroom first, please."

He holds out his hand, and I reach for it. I'm acutely aware of his every touch now that he's been inside of me and I've heard the way his breath catches when his hips pump.

The man can f*ck. Even with his clothes on and his polished shoes still neatly tied, he tore me apart. My * aches, my heart is thrumming a beat that I can hear vibrating in my ears and my dress is a twisted mess.

Yet, he looks like someone who caught a sprint on his way out the door after a late shower. His hair is tousled from where I ran my fingers through it. His shirt is slightly askew. Beyond his still open pants, he looks every inch the successful businessman. A few quick fixes and he would captivate an entire boardroom of Matiz executives without anyone knowing what he just did.

I'm tempted to ask him to strip so that I can savor the sight of his nude body and take that memory home with me to bed. I don't. Instead, I squeeze his hand and push myself up from the couch.

"You tore my panties," I accuse as I smooth out my skirt. "Now, I have to go home without them."

His eyes search the floor for the small bunch of lace that used to cover me. "That's not a complaint, is it?"

How could it be? It's been awhile since I've been f*cked. It's been never since I was f*cked like that. He could have ripped my dress to shreds and sent me on my way with just my purse and my shoes, and I would have politely thanked him for the orgasms and dinner.

"I should take my purse with me," I say aloud, even though the only reason I need it is so I can fix my makeup. I'm not sure why. He just told me he wants me again.

He leads me across the room to the piano and the spot I left my purse when we first arrived. I follow quietly, watching him move. He stalks the space with the familiarity we all do when we're in our home. He inches around the piano bench without looking down at it. He maneuvers slightly to the left when we reach the corner that leads down a hallway with three white doors.

"The guest bath is the second door on the right."

I nod as my gaze skims over the two dark wooden frames hung on the wall in the hallway. They're both pictures, each capturing a sailboat on a body of water. The photograph farthest from us is taken from a distance. The pink stained sky of early evening gives way to blue water and a lone sailboat, peaceful as the sun sets, not a soul in sight.

The second picture is more defined. The sailboat is different. It's larger. The sails crisp and white, too tall to fit in the frame. A group of people stands on deck, all smiling with their hands in the air as if the photographer caught them mid-wave. There are two children and five adults. A black and white dog sits in the middle of the shot, eyes trained on whoever is holding the camera.