Page 47 of A Devious Arrangement

She gasps, snapping out of the moment, and spins on me. I don’t miss the pink flush to her cheeks or the way her chest rises and falls frantically. She may hate it, but she wants this as much as I do.

She lifts her hand between us, stopping me.

“Where is my stuff, Sebastian Everette?” she hisses, her blue eyes narrowed on me.

Fuck, she’s hot when she’s mad. Makes me want to torment her for the rest of my life. “I love it when you use my full name.”

“It better all be moved back by tomorrow. I’ll crash at a hotel for the night.” She spins, but I grab her from behind before she can take a step away.

“That’s not going to work for me, Princess,” I murmur, anger seeping into my voice. The fuck she’s getting away from me.

She huffs but doesn’t pull away. “I’m curious why you think I care.”

“Unless you want to break our deal, you will move in,” I warn.

She stiffens and twists her head to face me. She sounds more curious than anything when she asks, “How is living together a part of our deal?”

I kiss her and laugh when she jerks away, only to be held in place. “No Everette would ever leave their girl unprotected. They won’t believe us unless they see you’re mine.”

“In order to do that, I have to live with you?” It comes out breathy, like she’s finally caught on to the fact that she’s in my arms.

“That’s right. You didn’t think I meant we’d pretend to be together, did you?” I murmur and run my nose up the length of her neck. She moans when I suck the lobe of her ear, catching it between my teeth. I push her further, opening my mouth to suck on her skin, leaving my mark with each kiss. Her head falls back, resting against my shoulder, and I’m going to take advantage ofher state. I wonder if she realizes she’s letting out needy moans or the way her ass is grinding against my length.

She gasps when my fingers slide beneath the waistband of her pants. I trace back and forth until she’s sucking in to urge me lower. Her wetness coats them, and I groan deep in my throat.

“Stasia. Nothing about this is pretend.” We both moan as I bury two fingers into her core. She’s arched into me, way too lost to lust to have a clue what I’m saying. That doesn’t stop me from pushing her. “Isn’t that right? This isn’t pretend.”

I stroke her insides painfully slow until she’s moving against my hand desperately.

“I asked you a question, Princess.”

“Yes…not pretend. I need more, Bash.” It’s a plea, and I give her what she needs.

I thrust my fingers in and out of her. She’s shaking in my arms, gasping when I stroke the wall of her pussy.

“You like that?” I growl.

“Right. There.”

Fuck. My hips jerk forward, pressing harder against her ass. I want her to come before I fuck her, but I’m not sure I can hold out much longer. I’m fucking her with my fingers. She grips my wrists, her nails piercing my skin as I slip beneath her shirt and gently pinch her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger. She’s trembling by the time I give her what she needs and press my palm down on her clit, circling it. Her pussy pulses, and she jerks in my arms as her orgasm shatters her.

I stroke her until she goes limp and carefully spin her so she’s facing me. She rests her forehead on my collarbone, sucking in deep breaths. She’s still quivering as aftershocks of her release roll through her.

She murmurs something I can’t quite make out, so I tilt her chin so she looks at me.

Pure blue eyes soft with pleasure stare back.

I graze my thumb along her jaw, loving how she leans into my touch. “What do you need? I didn’t hear you.”

“Fuck me.”

“What?” I choke out.

“Your girlfriend is asking you to fuck her.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and my dick’s painfully hard, begging me to give her what she wants. I drop my head to hers and reach down to lift her legs around my waist, carrying her to the bed.

“As you wish, Princess.”

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