Page 217 of The Fake Date Agreement

Javier sits back on his heels, and my mouth goes dry as he tears a condom packet open and rolls it over his cock. He isn’t as thick as Caleb, but he’s long, and he’s so beautiful, I ache to have him inside me.

He grips my right ankle and nudges my legs wider apart. I get breathless as his eyes settle between my thighs. “The first time will be when you have my tongue inside you.”

The muscles in my stomach contract.

I start to lower my arms.

“Up,Gatinha.” He moves toward me. “Or I might have to punish you.”

I jump, then moan as he strums my clit as he spears his tongue into me. There’s no defense against such focused attention.

A bell dings as he pushes me into a short, sharp climax.

My toes are curling, and I’m panting as he slides up the bed, grips my wrists, and thrusts into me in one powerful glide.

He’s fucking me hard and deep when there’s a subtle knock on the door.

His lips brush the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Quiet. We don’t want him to know what I’m doing to you in this bed.”

I bite my lip as he picks up the pace.

The knock comes again as his hips slap against mine.

“Mr. Duarte?”

A soft moan slips from my mouth. His eyes burn as he gives me a look of warning.

The pillow angles my hips for him, and his cock finds a depth in me that is pushing me into a climax faster than I thought I could fall.

It’s all too much—the knock, the butler just outside, and the need to be quiet in case he hears us.

I bite my lip even harder, whimpering and bucking as my orgasm hits. I shudder again as he slides in even deeper, groaning into my ear as his cock jerks inside me.

For five seconds, neither of us moves. Then he presses a kiss to my lips and gets to his feet, covers me with a sheet, and drags a robe over himself on his way out.

I lay there. For some bizarre reason I will never understand, I keep my arms pinned over my head, listening to the soft tread of Javier’s steps on the thick carpet as he makes his way to the door. The butler is quiet. I don’t hear him speak. Just Javier thanking him, and the tinkling and wheeling sounds of the trolley. The snick of the door closing again.

My breathing kicks up as Javier’s steps move toward me, and he pauses at the door, eyes briefly surprised, then pleased, when he discovers I haven’t moved.

“Gatinha?”

“You said you’d punish me if I put my arms down,” I remind him.

His expression doesn’t change as he crosses over to me and sits on the bed beside me. He gently kisses me. “I would never punish you.” He pauses. “Unless you wanted me to.”

I don’t respond.

“Doyou want me to punish you?”

A ball of tension, anticipation, and excitement forms in my belly. “How would you do that, exactly?”

A smile stretches across his lips, and he dips his head. “Let me feed you,Gatinha. And we’ll return to this conversation. In detail.”

Chapter 52

Javier

The next morning,I sit on the edge of the bed beside Tobie, fully dressed in newly bought clothes I had the butler order for me after soaking my clothes the day before.

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