And she kept going, kept lifting and lowering her hips, making slow, tiny thrusts that stroked me from top to bottom. I ran a hand down her damp back in pure wonder, stroking along her spine.
“Baby,” I breathed, staring down at the beautiful, brave girl in front of me. “Baby.”
She started moving faster now, turning the toy up as high as it would go, rocking the front of her pussy against it as her sweet arse serviced me at the back.
“It feels so full,” she moaned. “And wrong. And good. And so wrong.”
“I know you like it wrong,” I bent down to whisper in her ear. “I promise I won’t tell. I promise no one will ever know that you like and need it like this.”
My words stirred her even more, sending blood to her cheeks and making her whimper into her arm, and then she was like a wild thing, totally lost to me and herself and everything that wasn’t the toy at her clit and the thick cock inside her. She squirmed underneath me, bucked and writhed and twisted, and I had to wrestle her down to keep my erection wedged inside her arse.
“Yes,” she chanted, “yes, yes, Owen, oh my God, yes—”
Her squirming stopped abruptly as her climax took her in its teeth, sending heavy, hard contractions all through her body. She wailed into the towel and I gnashed my teeth above her to keep from following her over the edge because it was too much. It was too fucking much. Knowing she came with my dick there, came from doing something so filthy and so new, and feeling the sweet flutters of her body around myself . . .
It took her forever to come down, a long enough time that I couldn’t wait any longer, and then I started fucking her hard, humping into that tight, warm place like an animal intent on nothing but release. I felt a vicious, victorious thrill as my body tightened and then began pumping an orgasm right into her willing heat. It came in hard, seizing waves, and I covered her body with my own and bit into her shoulder, snarling as pleasure racked through my body. My erection jerked and pulsed and jerked and pulsed until I was nothing but hers, hers, hers. Until all I was, all I ever could be, was this moment strung between the two of us. This raw, primal connection that seemed like so much more than sex, so much more than finding illicit release.
It felt like something I’d never known, but it made me want to wrap my body around her and never, ever let her go. It made me want to hold on to her forever.
“Fine.” She sighed underneath me. “You win.”
“And what’s my prize?”
She turned her head. “Tomorrow.”
I kissed the corner of her perfect mouth. “And?”
“The tomorrow after that.”
“And?”
She smiled against my kiss. “Plenty more tomorrows after that.”
I kissed her properly that time and pretended I didn’t hear the apprehension in her voice.
I was going to make sure she had no reason to regret becoming mine. No matter what happened.
Chapter 14
Tanith
Oh my God.
I didn’t think I’d ever felt like this in my life.
Mentally, I ran through the muscles in my body, cataloging every single one that ached, that twitched, that throbbed. Had I really been that person? The sexually free one screaming, “Oh my God, yes, right there,” and “Again,” and “More,” and “Harder”?
I flushed and tucked myself deeper under the duvet, and then I shivered. The duvet smelled like Dior cologne, and sex, and Owen. All Owen.
An arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me up against a hard, lean body. “Just where the hell do you think you’re going?”
I giggled, staying tucked under the duvet. “Good afternoon.”
Owen nuzzled my hair and kissed my neck. “Good afternoon, love. Would you like a snack?”
“Um . . .” I rolled in his arms to face him. “Now that the roads are better, I probably should probably figure out what the arrangements are for getting back to the city sooner rather than later.”
“That’s an easy one. I’ll take you back myself. Maybe we can spend the rest of day together there.”
“What about your family? Don’t you want to get back and spend time with them?”
He shook his head. “No. Mum, no doubt, is buried in work. Dad’s likely found something to occupy himself. And as for Felix, he’s probably sleeping off a bender at our Manhattan house. I have nothing to do but be with you.”
I tried to tell him all the reasons I needed to leave, to give him space to realize that sharing more tomorrows was possibly an epic mistake. Chief among them was the fact I worked for his mother for the love of God. This could only end badly.
His dark navy gaze pinned on me, sending an icy shiver down my spine. “Are you running?”
I swallowed hard. “No, I’m not running exactly. Running is the wrong word for this scenario.”
He didn’t loosen his grip. “Okay, then, tell me what the right word is.”
“I just—” I licked my lips. “I don’t want you to regret this. I don’t want you to get out of that bed and think for a moment that you don’t want tomorrow after all. I’m trying not to overstay my welcome.”
He nodded slowly, still not letting me go. “If I didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here. And like I said, you own me. I’m here to do with you what you will. I want as many tomorrows as I can get.”
“I feel like I’d already done with you what I would before.” He snorted a chuckle and I eyed him. “Was that a snort?”
“No. I’m too dignified to snort.”
He did it again and then started making oinking noises as he wrapped his whole body around me and tickled. I felt so small. So petite.
Somewhere among the squealing and laughing, the tickles turned from
