Page 33 of The Grand Duel
His body falls to mine, our foreheads meeting as his own orgasm takes him down. His chest pounds against my breasts, his breathing a ragged mess of incomplete pants. “Fuck,” he tries, his cock still twitching as he releases inside of me. “Fuck.”
He slides off me quickly, and I feel the mattress dip at my side, my body sticky and sweat-covered as it lies spent.
It takes me a couple of minutes to come back down from whatever that was, for the blood to stop roaring in my ears.
That was…incredible. So much more than I expected. So much more…
I pull away the blindfold, suddenly desperate to see him. Only he’s nowhere to be seen, his clothes gone, the door still slowly closing shut behind him.
EIGHT
Lissie
Isleep in on Saturday morning. Bronwyn paid me, then told me to take tonight off, and honestly, I don’t know if that’s because I totally killed it last night or if it’s her way of letting me down gently that I no longer have a job. They’re short-staffed, so surely she wouldn’t be giving me the night off.
Regardless of the circumstance, I’m oddly glad to have the day and night to myself.
I didn’t go to bed when I got in at four a.m., instead choosing to pack up my things at Ginny’s and then book into the nicest hotel I could find—courtesy of cop boy and his more than generous tip.
I reach across the king-size bed and grab my phone from the hotel nightstand.
Jove picks up on the third ring. “Hello, darling big sister.”
I close my eyes and smile, relaxing into the pillow. “Hey.”
“You sound half asleep.”
“I am. I just woke up.”
There’s a pause. “Isn’t it midday there?”
“It is. I got in late from the club last night.”
She chuckles. “You have something to tell me.”
“What?”
“I can tell. Out with it.”
My smile is wide and ridiculous. “I don’t have anything to tell you. How’s Willow?”
“She’s great. Tell me.”
“Jove!”
Silence.
I sigh, feeling my cheeks redden, knowing there’s no way of keeping it from her. My sister has always known everything there is to know about me and always will. She’s my best friend. “I helped Bronwyn in the private rooms last night.”
She gasps. “You! I knew you’d be bouncing on it the second you told me you got the job there. Tell me fucking everything.”
“We were short-staffed.”
“Skip the boring parts.”
I chuckle. “I chose to be blindfolded.”
“Every time?”