Page 37 of Tamed By You

“Before we part ways for the night, I just wanted to thank you all for coming and making this weekend special for the two of us. It means the world to us both that you are all here,” Jack says addressing the table, but he can’t take his eyes off Ria.

They make me believe in love… even make a small part of me want it for myself one day. But I can't ever see myself finding someone who looks at me the way he looks at her. So few get to experience that kind of love, I just don’t think it’s on the cards for me, I don’t think I could ever let anyone in enough to find out.

“Now, ladies, enjoy your night, look after my girl and we will be hitting the casino and hope we won't be selling the businesses by the end of the night to settle the tab,” Jack jokes and everyone laughs.

“Not a chance, I’m winning us the big bucks,” Harry says beside me. He moves in closer, brushing his shoulder with mine, lowering his voice, just loud enough for me to hear. “... and I’ll be ending my night with the jackpot. You beneath me.”

Rolling on my side, my chest heaving, I swipe the hair out of my sweat-soaked face.

“That was…” I pant, unable to speak.

“The best yet,” he says, his breathing as unsteady as mine.

“Yeah, I think it was.” I swallow closing my eyes.

How did this happen, again? How do I keep ending up with him? We get on each other's nerves and have nothing nice to say about each other most of the time, yet I’m drawn to him like a magnet. He seems to know how to unlock every part of my body and give me pleasure like I've never experienced.

I want to stay here, lay with him but this will get messy, I don't do the feelings and the after part. I push myself up and go in search of my clothes.

“Hey where are you going?”

“Back to my room,” I say picking up my panties and sliding them on.

“Why? Stay,” he says sitting up, smoothing a hand through his just-fucked hair.

“I don't do sleepovers, H. Can you throw me my dress?” He reaches over, picking up my dress that got thrown on the nightstand, and slings it my way.

He gets off the bed, finding his boxer briefs, and sliding them on as I watch in awe. He really is gorgeous. A body clearly built in the gym.

“Can you zip me?” I say turning my back to him. He walks over, zipping me in and spinning me round, pressing a kiss to my lips that I sink into. God, can he kiss. He awakens every nerve ending just with a swipe of his tongue.

I pull back, planting my hands on his bare chest, not liking how much I am enjoying this. This isn't me. I don't do this. I’ve never slept with the same guy more than twice.

“Look, we'd be fools not to continue this and I have an opening on my roster, and I’d like you to fill it.” He grins.

“Are you for real?” I deadpan, shoving him back. He laughs, pulling me into him so we fall back onto the bed.

I let out a giggle, surprising myself at how light and airy it sounds. He reaches up, delicately tucking my hair behind my ear, and once again I find myself leaning into his touch, not wanting him to let go.

“Kind of. Look, I don't know about you, but I want to keep doing this. Just fun. Just sex.”

“Just sex? Nothing else?” I question him suspiciously.

“Yeah, sure, if that's what you want.”

I think for a second. “So, you want us to be fuck buddies?” I ask eyeing him curiously. He pulls himself up to a seated position, holding on to my hips, keeping me in place so I’m straddling his lap.

“If you want to name it, Ali baby, then we’ll name it, but yeah, I want to be your fuck buddy.”

“This has been fun I guess, and yeah as much as I hate to inflate your already huge ego, you’re not bad in the sack.”

He gives me a sexy wide grin, all white teeth and a glint in his eye. “Why, thank you.”

“I can’t commit to anything,” I’m quick to state.

“We don’t even have to talk, unless it’s you moaning my name and begging me to fuck you.”

I playfully slap his chest. “Okay, so how would it work then? Have we got a schedule or just send out a code word?”

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