The Two Week Arrangement (Penthouse Affair #1)(42)

I let out an impatient huff. “H-how long are . . . you gonna keep . . .”

With an infuriating amount of calm, he replies, “I have to make sure you’re ready.”

I gasp. “I am. So ready.”

He grins down at me. “Hmm. That’s for me to decide.”

One thick finger slides into me, making me moan with pleasure. Then his thumb runs over my slick, swollen flesh, and I can’t help rocking my hips against his hand. The motion is slow and teasing.

As he keeps stroking, he eases another finger inside. “Still okay?”

With this one, I can feel myself stretch, but there’s no pain, only the hunger for more. “Yes, yes, just please—”

“Be patient, baby.”

A third finger enters me. Now it’s really a tight fit; there’s a tiny zing of pain along with the satisfying fullness. Even so, I rock into his fingers, eager to get to the main event.

The fingers slide out, and I stifle a disappointed noise.

He grabs a condom from his nightstand and rolls it onto his straining shaft. Then he ever so carefully fills me, his cock wonderfully bigger and hotter than his fingers as he slowly pushes inside.

A moan of relief escapes me, and I lift my hips up to meet him. It hurts a little, but so much stronger is the pleasure of finally, finally having Dominic inside me. It’s different than I imagined it would be. Better in every way possible.

Dominic gazes down at me with heavy-lidded eyes that are filled with his desire for me, and he makes a low sound that rumbles in his chest. He wraps my legs around his lower back and leans forward to kiss me, pushing himself even deeper, wringing a mewl from my throat.

I’ve never felt so blissfully full. And the pleasure intensifies a thousandfold when he withdraws slightly, then pushes back in. He sets a steady rhythm, each thrust stealing my breath.

“Y-you can go harder.” My voice comes out sounding strange, both dazed and hungry.

“I know I can.” His voice is a rough, hot rush in my ear. “If you want something, you have to ask for it, intern.”

Never one to back down, I tighten my calves around him. “Fuck me harder, then. Show me how you like it.”

With an exhale, he pumps his hips faster and I cry out, clawing at his shoulders, my legs struggling to clamp him closer.

Holy shit, this is sex? This series of mind-blowing explosions radiating from my core is what I’ve been missing out on for all these years? It’s better than I could have ever imagined. It’s hot and intense, and wet, and my brain scrambles in sixteen different directions.

“You feel incredible,” Dominic whispers, his voice coming out deeper. His possessive, burning gaze as he moves above me is almost as overwhelming as the sensation. “It’s so good to finally bury my cock inside you. I can’t lie—I’ve wanted you this whole time.”

“Me . . . too . . .”

Suddenly, I realize I’m going to come. I open my mouth to tell him, to say something, because don’t people do that? But it’s too late. I’m already whimpering and quaking, my body clenching around him in wave after wave of pulsing ecstasy.

When I open my eyes, still trying to catch my breath, he’s staring down at me like he’s very pleased about something.

“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” His teeth touch his lower lip. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

“Then take me,” I say, panting.

He kisses me hard, groaning into my mouth, and oh God, I can feel his length throbbing inside me as he follows me over the edge.

For a minute, we just lie there in a tangled, damp heap. I don’t know about him, but I’m exhausted and still drunk on sex.

Brushing a gentle kiss over my lips, he murmurs, “We should probably get cleaned up.”

I don’t want to leave this afterglow, but I’m sure he’s right. After a quick visit to the bathroom, I’m back in his arms, curled up with my head on his chest, sated and so very happy.

It hits me then that I’m not a virgin anymore, but I don’t feel the least bit conflicted about it. No uncertainty, no confusion, no need or even urge to consult the cards. For once, my inner self rings through with crystal clarity. This feels right. Here in Dominic’s bed is exactly where I want to be.

We lie together in comfortable silence for a little while before Dominic finally lifts his head off the pillow to glance at the clock.

“I’m going to go check on the girls. You need anything?”

I yawn once and press my nose into his neck, enjoying the feel of his stubble against my cheek. “A glass of water, please.”

“Of course.” He presses a soft kiss to my temple. “Coming right up.”

I watch as my sexy-as-sin and just as complicated boss rises to his feet and tugs on a pair of sweatpants. Of course his sweatpants appear to be made of cashmere, which makes me smile. As if I could forget for one single second how sophisticated and wealthy he is.

He gazes down on me fondly once more before strolling from the room to check on his sleeping daughters.





Chapter Nineteen


Dominic



The smooth curve of Presley’s back rises and falls with her soft breathing. I’m not quite sure when she fell asleep because I was too busy watching the way the moonlight reflected off her creamy skin, reveling in the pleasurable calm thrumming through me.