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In the middle of my orgasm, I feel like I’ve pissed all over him. That’s when I shockingly realize that I’m squirting. I’ve heard other women describe it, but I’ve never experienced it. I didn’t even know my body was capable of it.

Until now.

He jerks into me, and I watch his silhouette, his powerful form going from rigid to fluid as he gives himself to my bodyentirely, and it fills me with a satisfaction I haven’t had with another lover.

“Fucking perfect,” he says with a sigh as he slowly pulls out and repositions himself so his face is between my legs again, licking everything, tasting, and eating. Devouring my sensitive clit. I have the urge to push him away because of how sensitive I am, but it’s not so intense that I can’t handle it. It’s a lazy type of aftercare, but it’s one that’s already slowly building my desire all over again.

Urgently demanding my fill once again.

Oh fuck. This man really has ruined me.

I’ll forever compare any other lover to him.

I can’t speak, so I roll my hips into his face, languid with his lazy control.

And I realize this man is going to break me apart all over again, and the only thing to keep me here is… him.

CHAPTER 22

Dutton

Last night, when I entered the bedroom after taking a shower, I saw that she had passed out on my bed. Sleeping so fucking peacefully, I was unsure if she was still alive. She literally sleeps like she’s dead. The blankets had been thrown across the bed in what looked like a violent tantrum. Forever a little monster, even in her sleep.

I’d planned on using her body and doing many things to her last night, but I couldn’t get enough of tasting her. I just continued putting my head between her legs, taking her over and over again, breaking her until she had nothing else to give.

Sex is easy.

Sex is transactional.

But never had I lost myself so deeply to someone else’s rhythm and rhyme.

I’ve always been considered a generous lover, but I’ve been told I’m too cold and intense.

Not with Posie.

I was going to catch up on some work last night, but instead, I came to sit next to her to watch her sleep, curious of the woman when she left herself unguarded.

Before I knew it, I was lying beside her, stroking a piece of hair out of her face repetitively as if petting her. And then I must’ve dozed off into a deep sleep, something I haven’t had in a very long time.

But she’d vanished when I woke and reached for her because I wanted her again. I went downstairs to find all her clothes gone.

By how peacefully she was sleeping, I simply assumed she’d still be here when I woke. In fact, I’d always had women try to overextend their stay. Not that I ever brought them to my home.

She’s always throwing some type of curveball at me. Like this job I gave her. I never expected her to do it so fucking well. And she has. She does an amazing job; too fucking good, actually.

And people are taking notice. More specifically, my family is taking notice.

Finding my phone, I press call. She doesn’t answer. So I text her.

Me: Do you like to ignore your boss’s phone call?

I see that she reads it. And her reply quickly follows.

Posie: The boss who I also fucked?

I can’t help but smirk. Yes, we fucked. And I would very much like to do it again.

I ignore the multiple messages from Eli and Hawke inquiring about my business last night.

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