Page 164 of One Wealthy Wedding

“So sure of yourself,” she teases, smiling like a siren.

She straddles me. The breath leaves my chest. We might have started with the list, but for me, this isn’t checking a box at all. What about for Cat? Will she reject me? Will she walk away just like everyone else? You might think the worst of yourself, but I refuse to.

I’ve always been willing to accept scraps from her, but not anymore.

“Cat.” I squeeze her hip, rolling her over my cock and watching her lids flutter. “I’m not doing this for the list.”

She stills. Her breaths are shallow and fast. Her eyes trace my face. “Me neither,” she whispers. Hope inflates like a balloon in my chest.

“Yeah?” I grin at her.

“It hasn’t been about the list for a while.” Her eyes are wide. With nervousness, I think. Or hope. Please let her feel like I do.

She looks like she doesn’t know where to start.

“Kiss me, princess,” I whisper.

“Theo.” Her lips hover over mine. I wait for her to take, even though I’m hers. I have been since I was twenty-one.

“I know,” I say, my voice ragged.

She kisses me hard and fast, desperate and hot. I chase her lips with mine, just as hungry, just as wanting. It’s been weeks of needing her. Years of longing. Being with her before didn’t soothe the ache, it just made it worse.

I slide my tongue into her mouth, my hand into her hair. She’s already rocking over me, slick and wet against where I’m hard.

One roll of my hips, and she’s gasping. “Theo, please,” she sobs.

I got her ready with my mouth and my fingers, and I hope like hell it’s enough, because I can’t wait any longer.

I grip her hips to position her over me and press inside. “Tell me if it hurts, baby.” The words are forced through my teeth as she squeezes around me, hot and tight.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she says on a sigh. “You feel amazing.”

I choke a breath and push farther inside her. It’s everything I can do to not slam into her. I’m shaking as I take it slow, so slow, until she’s fully seated on me and her pussy is fluttering and clenching around my cock.

“Theo,” she breathes. Her eyes are half-lidded, her body swaying. I love her like this. So confident in her body, taking what she needs, open and honest.

I love her.

I need to show her.

I pull her in for a hard kiss and let my hands grab every part of her I can touch. Her nipples between grasping fingers, her ass filling my hands, her hair around my fist so I can deepen our kiss. I work my hips and drink in her sighs.

Cat is sweeping me away. I can barely manage to focus on her pleasure with how blood is rushing in my ears, spinning need in my stomach.

She’s clenching around me, throwing her head back, working herself over my cock.

“Take what you need, princess.”

She moans and circles her hips. Sparks light under my skin, zip down my spine. I buck up into her.

“Like that, Theo,” she moans.

She kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth and rocking over me with little sobbing breaths. I swallow the sounds, unwilling to let her go.

She whispers commands against my mouth, and I respond.

“I love the way you take me.”

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