Page 47 of Rim Job

He laughs, loud and boisterous. “Where have you been all my life?” He grabs my ass and hauls me up ‘til my back rests against the door. He pushes my panties to the side. “Perfect.” His lips press to mine softly before he deepens the kiss.

I need this more than I need air, food, good shoes. I need it bad. He pushes in, just the very tip, and I growl out my frustration.

Damn tease. I need that cock monster buried to the hilt.

“No one likes a dick tease, Rim.”

He chuckles then lowers his head, biting my nipple. A low moan escapes me. My lust is building. My brain is fuzzy and sex-filled. I grab his hair with both hands and pull. My nipple falls from his mouth on a pop. I angle his head and dive in. I kiss him with everything I have. All the pent-up sexual frustration, the feelings that I’m starting to have for him. I put it all in that kiss. He responds in kind.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Christina. I respect the hell out of you but for the next few minutes, I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”

Oh, hell to the yeah.

That cock monster enters me, my head hits the door, my eyes squeeze shut, and I moan like a filthy alley cat in heat. They can probably hear me all over this estate, but fuck it if I care.

Here, against the door of his castle, my naughty lord makes dirty love to me.

I think I’ve been woo’d.

23

CHRISTINA

“What about this one?” I ask, holding up the umpteenth ball gown. I have successfully filled my time here this week with the girls and touring the local shops in the nearby village. I don’t have any business going to the upcoming big-ass, fancy ball, but I have to, so I need a dress.

Since the dinner in the garden, Rim and I basically can't keep our hands to ourselves. We're like, well, newlyweds. It's been a damn good week.

Jen eyes me. “It looks great but so did the last fifty you looked at.”

“I agree with Jen,” Evelyn says as she twirls in front of a mirror in a blue dress.

“I look like a cupcake topper on a pink cupcake.” I push down the layers of chiffon. “I need something less poofy.” The dress I have on swishes as I shove at the material. “Also, less pink.”

Jen shoves another one at me. “Here, Ti. Try this one. It was in my try-on stack but I wasn’t really feeling it.”

“Thanks, Jen. I love your hand-me-downs.” I take the dress and head toward the dressing room. Swapping the pink monstrosity for the simpler white gown already feels right. The satin slides up my body.

I’m in love.

This is it. This is the dress.

I can’t wait for Rim to see me in this. Wait. What? Why did I just think that?

I so do not care what he thinks of me in this dress. Pfff.

If I’m being honest with myself, I’m a damn liar. I do care.

The past week has been amazing. Stolen kisses under the stars, holding hands as we walk to dinner. Passionate kisses, long conversations, and just getting to know each other. Not to mention, mind-blowing sex every night, and any other time we can sneak off for a few minutes. Things don’t seem to be so casual now, no matter how hard I’ve tried to keep it that way. We keep breaking one of my rules. Even if he had agreed, I knew that no sex rule would come back to bite me in the ass, but I made it anyway. Every day with Rim makes it harder and harder for me to tell myself that I don’t care about him, that I don’t want it to be real. That I don’t want more.

It’s just sex. I am just feeling this way toward him because I’m pretending to be his wife. That’s all this is.

I push that shit deep down. I know how this will end. In six months, I go back to my normal life. I can’t afford to risk my heart on a temporary arrangement.

I zip up the dress and rearrange my girls in the strapless sweetheart top before I look at myself in the mirror.

“Holy shit.”

A flash of Rim sliding a ring on my finger. Me, sliding one on his. Rim taking me in his arms, dipping me, kissing me so passionately my toes curl. Without thinking, I touch my lips.

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