Page 90 of Arrogant Playboy

“Fuck,” she moans as she watches me intensely.

“The things I would do to you if you let me. The places I would take you to let you experience every single fantasy you have ever dreamed of.” I’m going to need Alex to organize a membership to The Paradise Club for one Rosie Hunt ASAP because I need to have her in every single dirty, filthy way imaginable.

Rosie swallows, her chest heaves with her labored breaths. “Take me there. I want you to do whatever you want to me,” she whispers under the moonlight.

Reaching out, I cup her face. “You have no idea what you’re offering to me, Rose.”

“You told me about your desires and I …” she swallows again, “I want to experience them with you,” she offers.

“One day, I promise,” I tell her, and she nods. “Now, be a good girl and slide that tight little pussy over my cock and let me fuck you.” She pulls me from my underwear, her hands sliding over my cock and giving it a couple of tugs. Her thumb slides over the bead of wetness on the tip, and she spreads it over the tip, then she takes my dick in her hand and slides it between her folds, making us both hiss, and next thing I know, she is impaling herself on me.

Fuck.

Oh fuck, she feels so good, nice and tight.

Fucking perfection.

Rosie wraps her arms around my neck and holds on as I start to thrust up into her. Tiny gasps escape her lips as I angle my hips to hit the spots that I know are going to make her see stars.

“Such a good girl taking my cock like that, letting me fill you, use you. Squeeze me, Rosie, let your cunt take every inch of me.”

“Yes,” she moans, throwing her head back, her hair blowing in the wind like flickers of flames as I continue to pound into her. One of my hands snakes between us and finds her clit. I can feel her soaking my cock with each thrust into her, feeling her juices coating me. The thought of her pill failing tonight and the images of her with a swollen belly humming to herself as she designs the perfect nursery filters through my mind, and the normal fear that something like this brings is gone, there’s nothing but peace and longing. Fuck. Thoughts of her walking around this party with my cum sliding down her thighs while those men that were talking to her earlier wish they could have a taste of her, that if they peeled back her dress, they would see I’d already branded her as mine. I’ve never had such depraved thoughts before, it’s like Rose has brought out some caveman kink, and now that I’ve seen it, felt her cunt wrapped around my cock, I want it.

“Harder, harder.” Rosie moans. I give her what she wants, and it doesn’t take her long till she is quaking all over my cock, squeezing it as she falls over the edge and I’m not far behind her as I empty myself inside her, feeling me coating her walls.

“Fuck, Rose.” I pant, pulling her lips to mine as I savagely kiss her.

She grins as our lips part. “That was …” She sighs.

I let my hand run down her cheek before it wraps around her throat, I give it a squeeze to see what she thinks, those green eyes sparkle with heat as my hand tightens against her. My dicktwitches giving his all to want to fuck her again, but I need more than a couple of minutes to recuperate before I can have her again.

“You’ve made a mess of me,” she grins, looking between us.

“I have a handkerchief in the top pocket of my jacket, hold on,” as I lean back and grab my jacket from the ground. She grabs the handkerchief from the top pocket, and I drop the jacket again. We stay joined like this in the darkness, neither one of us willing to leave the other. “Will you host with me the unveiling of the cottage to my friends.” Rosie stills. “It’s your moment, too.”

“Won’t that be weird?”

I shake my head. “What? The designer and client working together on a project and launching it?”

“That’s one way of looking at it which would be fine if your dick wasn’t currently inside me.” She smirks.

“Sue me, I want to celebrate the house with you. I want you there. And if this is the only way you will come under the guise of being my designer then so be it.”

“I guess Louis and Emily will be back by then and I’m assuming they would be invited?” I nod. “Could I invite Georgia?”

“Yes, of course, I could invite Matthieu and then she could get a lift back to Paris with him.” Rosie blinks slowly as she stares at me. “What?”

“Just remembered Georgia is leaving.”

“It could be her going away party, too. If she would like to invite anyone, they are more than welcome,” I tell her.

“Are you serious?”

I nod. “She’s your friend.”

Those green eyes sparkle as she leans in and kisses me. “Thank you.” I can feel that she means it, that thinking about her friend touched her. “I’ll do it.” My eyes widen with surprise. “Itmakes sense, plus, in a weird way all our friends are linked now. There are tiny tethers between everyone. Georgia now works for your cousin, Ava is in New York and has hooked up with your other cousin. Emily is dating your brother, Ivy is my boss. There are all these connections,” she giggles and shakes her head, “just … you know. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that my co-hosting your end-of-summer party wouldn’t be that strange, we have many friend’s now in common.” She’s right.

“How about I meet you at the cottage after the installation? We can go over plans for the party. I can then drive you back home. Louis and Emily won’t be back until Friday. They extended their stay so Emily could spend more time with her mother.”

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