Page 13 of Square Deal

“Thanks,” she said, twisting off the cap and taking a long drink. She passed it back, and I guzzled half of it down.

I put the top back on and helped her down from the desk, holding her steady while she got out of her heels. The orgasm I had pulled out of her had her walking on shaky legs like a newborn giraffe.

“You good?” I asked, giving her the option to tell me she was done.

Hannah smiled, but it wasn’t the fake-ass look she’d been peddling all night. This time, it reached her eyes. Her nose wrinkled up just a hair and, fucking hell, it was adorable.

“I’m good,” she said.

Naked as the day I was born, I took her hand and walked out to the balcony. The night was warm for November.

I sat down on the chaise lounge, pulled her down onto my lap, and looked out at the glassy black water. There were sparse lights from fishing trawlers dancing across the surface. Hannah satawkwardly between my legs. She was stiffening up and that just wouldn’t do.

“We’re not done yet,” I murmured, shifting her lithe body until she laid her back against my chest and stretched her legs out on the chaise.

My erection pressed against the dip between her ass cheeks. She wiggled in response, teasing me. I wrapped my arms around her and took both breasts in my hands.

She moaned and closed her eyes, leaning her head back into the crook of my neck. I kissed across her shoulder, skating my hand down her abs to toy with her clit.

She let out a desperate hum, bucking her hips to meet my touch.

I leaned down, brushed her hair back, and kissed behind her ear. “What are you thinking about right now?”

A graceful smile spread across her lips. “How much I hate that stupid ring you wear.”

I chuckled and spanked her pussy.Hard.

Hannah yelped and jerked forward. “What’d you do that for?”

“Just showing you what you’re missing,” I said as I slid two fingers inside her pussy. I lowered my voice to a rough whisper and added, “You and I both know that you got twice as wet when I touched you like that. When I take charge.”

She shook her head but didn’t dare deny it.

Was I on the verge of blue balling myself? Yes. Did I want to see Hannah come for a third time before I got off? Hell yeah. One night was all I was giving myself with her. I was gonna make it count.

“I want to see you come again,” I ordered with a calm voice. Moonlight danced over her naked skin, illuminating all the places I wanted to devour.

“Two is magical,” she said in a strangled rasp. “Three is impossible.”

“Maybe for the amateurs you’ve been with before this,” Iquipped. “I’m either finishing you with my mouth or with my hand. Your choice, Princess.”

She whined and writhed against my hand as I upped the ante. I wrapped my other arm around her middle and yanked her back against me as far as I could. I sank my thumb into her pussy and teased the tight rosette between her ass cheeks with my index finger.

Hannah bit down on her lip, alternating between quiet whimpers and sharp gasps. I pushed harder, teasing her with just the tip of my finger. She rocked her ass and threw her head back, letting out a guttural string of profanities. I tweaked her nipple and massaged her breast, blending every sensation in perfect harmony.

Hannah squeezed her eyes shut. “I—I’m gonna,” she trailed off and trembled from head to toe.

“Now I think you’re getting the hang of it,” I teased as I sat her forward and left a blazing path of kisses down her spine. She shivered and curled into me as a gust of cold air blew in off the ocean.

I scooped her up and carried her inside, kicking the French doors shut. I stretched her out on top of the bed and kissed every inch of her body.

With every touch, she grew more and more sedated. Her short brown hair was a mess around her face, and her cheeks were tinged pink.

I wasn’t one for platitudes in the bedroom. Sex was sex.

I didn’t get attached and I didn’t do the same girl twice. It was easier that way. One night with me was all they got and, for most, that was enough. Maybe if I kept her sated enough, it would burn any affection from her mind.

I didn’t know why I was worried that she would get attached. She said she fell for men easily, but she also made it clear she didnotlike me in the slightest. I was just the guy that could get her off more than she ever had.

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