Page 147 of One Wealthy Wedding

“Fuck, princess. I feel you clenching around me. That’s it. Come on my cock.” The dirty words prolong my orgasm, draw it out longer and longer, as he fucks me into the mattress. It’s too much. The pleasure is nearly pain. “Theo, please,” I beg.

“I’m there,” he groans. His sound of pleasure is low and desperate, like he’s coming before he wanted to. He stills inside me, and I swear I can feel his cock swelling and jerking. He lets go of my wrists, drops his forehead to my back. He’s trembling too. Our breaths are ragged, him breathing out as I breathe him in.

“Fuck, Cat.”

He slips out of me, and still, he doesn’t move, bracketing me with his arms, holding me as I float. His lips move down my spine, stopping when he reaches the top of my butt. His fingers stroke between my legs.

“You’re dripping with me, princess.”

“You like it,” I say sleepily. The world is hazy and golden.

“I love it,” he growls. “I’d keep you like this all day.”

I wiggle onto my side so I can watch him watch me. Masculine pride suffuses his face.

“In your bed?” I ask.

“That, yes.” His mouth kicks up. “But wet with me. Knowing I marked you. Knowing you’re out in the world talking to other men, but your pussy is slick with me. I’ve never slept with anyone bare before. Just you.” His fingers brush against my thigh, slick through his come, push back inside me. I’m sore but I let out a little moan of pleasure at the feel.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He pushes more inside me, his lids dropping as he watches me.

My breaths stutter. My hips arch of their own accord.

“Does that make me a caveman?” He laughs.

“It is hot,” I whisper. It’s so hot. A reminder of how Theo fell apart for me, of how he does this just with me.

“It is, isn’t it?” He shrugs, still grinning. “I’m not going to question it.”

“Okay.” I smile at him. “So I’ll stay like that.”

His cock jerks. We both look to where he’s already hardening. “Turns out I like that too,” he says with a laugh. His lips meet my neck, nibbling gently at my skin. “Again, baby. I need you again.” He grinds against me, and I gasp.

“Again,” I say.

44

Theo

“I’ve been thinking,” Cat says as she lets the pads of her fingers drift over my ribs. She’s obsessed with the tattoo. She can’t stop touching it and looking at it. She even licked it during our last round.

“What have you been thinking?” My eyes open to half slits so I can watch her, serious and thoughtful, soft and open for me.

A version of her that very few get to see.

“I’ve been thinking you should tell your business partners about the code.”

I still. “The algorithm, you mean.”

“Whatever you call it. Tell them.” She pushes up off my chest so she can look down at my face. “They’d be open to it.”

“This is what you think about in bed? Do I need to exhaust you further?” I wag my brows. I’m tired, but I could go again. Maybe get her above me this time.

She pokes at my chest. “This is important.”

I scrub a hand over my face. “What would I even tell them?” This is futile. Cat just doesn’t realize it yet.

“That you built something impressive and you think Kings Lane should use it.”

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