Page 50 of Player For Hire

We’d done it all but this one thing. I didn’t want him to disappear on me without knowing what it felt like.

“Fuck. As if I’ve been able to say no to you about anything.” He rolled over to the tiny nightstand beside his bed and fumbled into the drawer. “This is extra credit. Not a lesson.”

“I don’t care what it is.”

His eyes met mine. “Good.” He rolled the condom on and tugged me back against him again. “Are you ready for me?” His hand slipped between my legs, and he groaned. “Still wet from me earlier? Or were you dreaming hot dreams about dragon shifters?”

There’d been no dreams.

Nothing but pure blackness and safety.

I dragged in a breath as I realized that was the word I’d been looking for earlier.

I felt safe.

“Just you,” I said into the pillow.

“Again,” he said against my ear.

“Just you.”

“That’s right.” He strummed his fingers over my slit and stroked my clit just as he slid inside.

I sighed at the fullness. Tensed slightly at the invasion and then acclimated to him. The stretching and the lingering restlessness coalesced into liquid gold.

His hips and mine synced up to the beat throbbing through the room as if it was coaching us into just what we needed.

I didn’t hear the words, just knew the rhythm and the sublime ride through easy strokes into more forceful ones. As I rolled forward to bite his arm as his fingers dug into my hips for leverage.

I cried out for more as he unlocked something shimmery and glorious inside of me. In the dim light of evening with the bass coalescing into the slap of flesh. His strong arm slid around me and slid my knee up higher for another angle that was exactly what I needed.

I clamped down on him as his thrusts slowed and his hips drove me into the bed with tiny pulses that kicked me over into bliss. He buried his face into my neck, wrapping around me like no other man had in my life.

I was very afraid that this not-a-lesson was going to show me things I would never find again.

He kissed my shoulder as our systems leveled off post-release. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to start that to leave you so soon.”

“It’s okay.”

“I have to take a quick shower.”

I sat up and stretched my arms up. “I’ll let you get ready.”

I really could use the space right now anyway. My body felt pummeled and loose and overwhelmed at the same time.

He slid out of bed and grabbed the Henley he’d given me to wear earlier. “Take it. I definitely don’t want anyone to see you in that pink coat.”

I pulled it over my head. “Why?”

He crawled onto the bed and gave me a hot kiss. “Because you have my marks all over you.” He hopped off the bed in all his muscular and naked glory. “And they’re for me.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant. He wanted me to be a secret?

Or just for himself?

Or…something else.

So many things to think about.