Page 64 of The Bourbon Bargain

“Of course I do! But I can still be a little vexed at you for making my life harder just by getting yourself everything you’ve ever wanted without leaving even a little something for me to get for you. Throw me a bone here, Hayes, I want to heap lavish gifts on you, too.”

“You are the gift, angel. Every day with you is a gift. Every time you look at me with those impossibly green eyes, or tell me you love me, or wrap me in that adorable fucking hug, is another moment I feel like I’m the luckiest man alive and don’t deserve the life I have that is so good because of you. You are the best present I could have ever received, and I’m damn sure not going to look that gift horse in the mouth.”

She makes a soft sound and bursts into tears—a not uncommon occurrence these days as her pregnancy hormones run her emotions—and melts against my chest a little more. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me. I am so happy,” she sobs. “I shouldn’t be crying when I’m happy.”

I kiss her head before gently setting her on the bed. I peel away the layers of clothing she is wrapped in, peppering her with kisses as her tears continue. “You can cry any time you want, and I will always be here to kiss them away.”

“Say something filthy and demanding right this minute or I will absolutely lose it and never stop crying because of all the sweet things you say,” she demands, hiccupping through a sob.

“Spread your legs and let me see that gorgeous pussy right this instant.” I’m working the cufflinks off of my shirt sleeves, the buttons already undone.

Her eyes go wide and a pretty pink blush softens the tear tracks on her cheeks. “Well, that’s certainly one way to change my mood.” She leans back on her elbows and slowly moves her knees apart just as I want.

I toss the shirt on the floor and move to my belt, making quick work of my pants and boxer briefs before I stalk toward where she reclines. “Do you want me to tease you, taste you, or fuck you?”

Her head tips back and her nipples grow tight in front of my eyes as she makes a sound of longing. “All three sound amazing,” she says in a throaty whisper that has my cock hardening even more.

I wrap a hand around the base of my cock and kneel on the bed between her legs, parting her pussy and teasing along her slit to her apex. I roll my hips and stroke the shaft through her folds, letting the head play over her clit again and again while she shivers under me.

“I should make you suck your own juices off my cock. Let you taste yourself and how good we are together. Do you want me in your mouth now, or do you want my cock in your greedy little pussy.”

I pause my movements just as the head is at her entrance, feeling her body fight to pull me in, but I resist.

She writhes under me, her hips rolling and looking for more while I keep teasing her. Her hands are on her breasts, fingers plucking at her nipples as I rock my hips an infinitesimal amount to breach her opening. She moans softly and I feel my resolve weakening.

I want to thrust into her as hard and fast as I can and rut into that tight pussy over and over until I come.

“Answer me,” I growl, my control slipping. My hands find her hips to keep her still so she has to respond.

“Fuck me, Hayes, please! God, if you aren’t inside of me in the next second, I will lose my mind.”

Before she can complete her sentence, I slide in to the hilt and feel her body tense and tremble around me, her orgasm detonated by the first stroke.

“That’s my good girl,” I say on a shuddering exhale. Fuck… she feels so good.

I move her ankles up to my shoulders and work in and out of that tight pussy as it grips and releases, watching as Paige comes apart below me.

Her hands are above her head, fisting the duvet as she takes the thrusts, her moans and sighs music to my goddamn ears. I like her in this position, her pussy even tighter than normal, her body compliant to my ministrations, but as her release finishes, I’m already wanting another from her.

“Do you want to come again, my love?” I gently set her legs back down at my hips.

“What kind of question is that?” she mumbles, not quite coherent yet.

I pull out and help her turn over onto her knees before running the length of my cock along her folds and clit again. “Tell me what sort of surprise you have, and I’ll let you come again.”

She turns to look at me over her shoulder and frowns. “You’re not playing fair, Hayes. That is some next-level manipulation right there.”

I stroke against her again, watching as her eyes close and her lips part. “Who said I had to play fair? I do what I need to get what I want, and I want you to tell me what you’re up to so I can fuck this tight little pussy again and make you shatter around me.”

“Fine, you win, but don’t expect another surprise—“ Her words cut off as I thrust into her pussy, sliding in until our bodies are pressed tightly together, and she’s left gasping in pleasure.

“I’ll give you anything you want, my love, but I also take my fair share. Tell me what I want to know, and you can come.” I rock my hips slowly and feather a soft brush of my fingers against her clit that has her rolling her hips for more.

She groans in frustration and pushes up to all fours. “You really can be a tyrant when you’re motivated. No wonder you’re so feared in the business world.” She forcefully rocks her hips back against me, and I can’t help but smile at her impatience to come.

I still my fingers on her clit and give her a light slap over the sensitive bundle of nerves that has her gasping. “That’s not the answer I was looking for.”But it’s all truth.

“God, you feel so good,” she moans before finally exhaling. “I’m having a drift car built for you.”

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