Page 105 of One Wealthy Wedding

“Oh what?” I still my hand.

“You feel good,” she says.

“I do feel good, don’t I, baby? Better than a vibrator, right?”

She nods, her breath hitching as I circle her clit, her lids fluttering shut.

Pride buoys me at her reactions. She wants me. She’s drenching my fingers as I stroke her. I draw needy gasps from her throat and make her hips buck, even as my own body tightens with desire.

I watch her face as I push one finger inside her. She sighs and melts over me. “Oh, Theo,” she moans.

My cock jumps against my stomach at the sound. I grit my teeth at the pleasure making my groin heavy. It’s destined to be unfulfilled until Cat gets off.

“It’s good, right?” I need to know she’s enjoying herself. I can’t bear to be like the other assholes who’ve touched her so ineptly that she thinks she needs a bucket list to get off.

“So—” She sobs a breath, then continues. “So good. You’re hitting it just right. How did you know?” Her eyes fly open, and she watches my face as I crook my finger inside her and circle her clit with my thumb.

I’ve wanted this for years.

I’ve thought about you moaning my name a hundred times.

I’m glad I’ve done this before, so I can be good for you.

Instead, I smirk and say, “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling.

And she’s still smiling when I begin to fuck her with my hand, pushing in and pulling out in a rhythm that mirrors how I’d take her if she were on my cock.

My body agrees, priming and tightening for an orgasm I won’t have.

Cat’s face twists, and her body clenches around my hand. She’s going to come, and I’m going to be the one to give it to her. I can’t look away from her face, even though I want to see every part of her body as she flushes and twists with pleasure. Her back arches. Her hips jerk. She’s so fucking hot.

“I’m going to come like this. How—”

“That’s it,” I tell her. “Come for me, princess.”

Her eyes fly open. In the pleasure-drunk depths, emotions swirl. Then her lids fall shut again. She moans something that sounds like my name.

I have a new fantasy now—Cat moaning my name as she comes.

I don’t stop moving until I know by the way her loud sob turns into a satisfied sigh that she’s done.

Her eyes open slowly. I pull my hand away, and still my hips where they’re rocking against the air, seeking friction enough to finish.

“That was amazing,” she says.

I grin at her while I rub my thumbs over her hips. “Yeah?”

“Oh yes. Wow.” She laughs, sounding surprised. “Wow.”

I’m about to tell her we should do this every morning when I hear a muffled ding. And then another. And another. My phone isn’t on silent then. She leans over to reach under the pillow.

“I guess you tossed this in the bed last night.”

“Guess so.” I was a bit distracted by the thought of Cat joining me, but I don’t tell her that.

“Oh.” She drops the phone. “Someone, uh, misses you.”

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