Page 31 of Kissed and Missed

Honor giggles, her thighs parting to make room for me again, as I press my dick over her pussy, the tip resting against her clit. “That is not what any taxpayer wants to hear, sir.”

I grunt in response, too busy shoving an arm under her hips, manipulating our position to ensure the phone has a clear view of what’s about to happen. “You’re never going to say the wordtaxpayerin my bed again, Valentine.” I nip at her bottom lip.

“Whatdoyou want?” she asks, her nails trailing teasingly down my back.

“Well…” Without warning, I roll us, and Honor gasps when she finds herself sitting astride me, her slick sex still pressed against my shaft. “I want a video of my good little slut riding my dick and begging for my cum. Can you do that for me?”

Seconds later, Honor is on her knees. Both of us groan as she grips my base and impales herself on my cock. “Julian,” she breathes, squirming as she adjusts to my size at this new angle. “You’re so big.”

My hands tighten on her hips as I will myself not to give into the urge to hammer into her from below. In the corner of my vision, I can see the screen of my phone reflecting everything we’re doing, but I keep my eyes on Honor, determined to enjoy every moment of this. “Use it,” I growl. “I’m going to watch this with my hand around my dick. Remind me how good you look fucking yourself on it. Make me wish I had you instead.”

No further encouragement is necessary, and I watch, hypnotized, as she begins to roll her hips. Her pussy is heaven, hot and tight, and so wet it doesn’t leave a single doubt in my mind that I’m giving her what she wants.

“Beg,” I snarl, my fingers digging into her hips as she begins to move faster. My balls are drawn up and full, ready to unload, but she needs to come first.

Honor shudders, grinding her clit on the base of my cock, desperate and horny and all fucking mine. “Come inside me,” she sobs as her body starts to shake. “Please! Please come in me, I want it deep.”

She’s going to get it.

In the corner of my vision, I can see the light of the phone screen. It’s capturing every second of this, and my horny, possessive Valentine is going to get what she wants—me, never needing or wanting another woman as long as I live.

Honor comes with a broken cry, her hands planted on my chest as I allow myself to follow her. Her cunt squeezes my pulsing dick, milking me deep inside her.

As she collapses onto my chest, I blink up at the ceiling, stunned by my own behavior. With anyone else, I would have balked at the thought of unprotected sex. With anyone else, I would have laughed at the idea of making a sex tape.

I wonder vaguely, as I draw my hand up and down her spine, feeling her warm breath slowing on my chest, what other outrageous things I’ll find myself happily doing for Honor Vogel.

When she finally pulls off my cock, falling to my side with a sleepy sigh, I reach to turn off my phone, and Honor finally speaks. “So, if we were to go through with it all… the job, being together and everything. What would that look like?”

I prop myself up on my elbow, staring down at her. It’s difficult to contain the reaction these words have sparked in me. “What do you mean?” I ask cautiously.

Honor nibbles on her bottom lip, obviously hesitant. “I mean, where would The Ballard Fund be based? Would I have to move to California? And you travel a lot, right? I don’t like the idea of you always being gone without me,” she admits, almost sheepishly. As if I could be anything other than overjoyed she wants to be apart as little as I do. “Would I be allowed to travel with you? For work trips and stuff?”

I blink. Did we really not have this discussion? Wracking my brain, I realizewe haven’t. It’s been such a chaotic few days that the particulars I worked out on the plane, about how to make this work for both of us, were never discussed. “No. It would be based here. My team has already secured a lease on an officespace. It’s located about a block from your father’s business, actually. I expect we will outgrow it quickly though, and I would like to have something built.”

She offers me a hopeful little smile. “I know a good architect.”

I lean down to kiss her briefly, my chest so full. “Unfortunately, going back and forth to California will be a reality for some time. We’ll work it out, though. Both of our jobs are compatible with a certain amount of remote work.”

A quiet, happy laugh breaks from my chest, and I draw my thumb over her high cheekbone, enjoying the subtle way she leans into my touch. “You’re the director, Valentine. You make the rules.”

She blinks in surprise. “Wow. I never thought of it like that.”

“You should start now.” I smile. “Our life can look however we want it to. You just need to say yes.”

19

HONOR

SIX WEEKS AGO

Imight be hiding from Julian.

It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with him, I do, but what happened between us earlier was a really near miss. Sophie’s confession had made our situation seem so much more raw, and the reason why was standing just inside the giant house when I went inside, looking at me through eyes the same color as the ocean churning below on the beach.

What is it about him? Julian Ballard is nothing like the kind of person I imagined myself ending up with.

Foryears,I’ve been trying so hard in all my relationships, and now, I’m not trying at all. So why, after only a few days, have I found myself hurting more at the thought of saying goodbye to him, than I am from Riley’s betrayal? Does he feel the same way? There have been moments I was convinced he did, and others, like earlier, when I felt like an idiot for even considering it.

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