Page 79 of A Temporary Forever

“Yeah, and now we’ll die here, suffocated by your growing ego.”

I crush my lips to his, and we grin and kiss at the same time. “Would you like my cock in your pussy, your ass, or your mouth, black swan?”

“Hmm, so many options.” I unbuckle and unzip him, taking my time. I slide my hand into his waistband, and he groans.

“Choose now,” he grunts, but before I can respond, he flips me, props me on my knees sideways on the leather seat, hiking my hips up.

It’s uncanny how easily he manhandles me. It’s concerning how much I love it.

Pushing up the hem of my dress, Cal rips off my underwear.

“Hey,” I protest over my shoulder.

“You don’t need them.”

“I most certainly do.”

“I’ll buy you the manufacturer.” He rips the condom wrapper with his teeth.

“ButIcan’t buy an airplane?” I tease, and gasp immediately when he drives into me, shoving meforward. I plaster my hand on the window, holding on for dear life while he pounds into me, bruising my hips.

“Your pussy takes me so well, black swan. So tight, so right for me. Fuck. Are you going to cry my name finally?”

“Still—haven’t—earned—it.” I pant the words, the pleasure building up my spine.

My words push him into a frenzy of violent thrusts, like he’s punishing me. I guess he doesn’t have people denying him often.

And while it’s not an upper hand in the partnership, it somehow gives me a minor consolation that I still hold some level of control.

Caleb wraps his arm around me, and his fingers find my clit. It doesn’t take much until I feel myself clenching.

“That’s my girl. Milk me dry.” Somehow, he increases his piston-like tempo. Soon, I’m coming, and he follows me shortly after.

My cries are an incoherent chanting of French invectives, but his name is at the tip of my tongue.

Merde. I almost slipped.

Do you want to buy an airplane?” Caleb cuts off a small piece of hisrare steak.

After we enjoyed the ride from the theater, he instructed Peter to take us to Modigliani’s in Tribeca, because that’s the only place with a decent steak, apparently.

“What?”

“In the car, you said you can’t buy an airplane.”

I only narrowly avoid spitting out the sparkling water I just drank. “I was teasing you. You know, when a man rips someone’s underwear, he usually offers to replace the ripped pair, not buy the producer.” I can’t believe I need to explain this to him.

“It would be more efficient than buying you a new pair every time.”

I burst out laughing as he grins at me. “You planning to rip off more of them? That’s such a waste. What about the environment?” I tease.

“Says the woman who wants to buy an airplane.”

My laughter is sudden and loud. “Are you ever serious?”

“Whatever for?”

“I don’t know this side of you.”

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