Page 86 of Crossing Lines

“Holy shit,” she whispers. “You’re so fucking big.”

“And you feel like heaven.”

I slowly, torturously, drive into her, needing to savor every second that I’m inside her. Needing to draw out our pleasure as much as possible so that she’ll never forget how good we are together. I suck her neck, her breasts, anywhere I can get my mouth on, as I begin to work over her body, learning about what she likes, what makes her moan or her pussy clench in need. It’s an exploration, an introduction between our bodies. And by the time she’s writhing in pleasure on the bed, I’m ready to convert to any religion that worships her.

“I’m close,” she says, moaning.

“Me, too.” I pick up the pace, needing to come more than I’ve ever needed to in my life. But I refuse to do so until she does first. “That’s it, let yourself let go. You deserve this orgasm after your perfect pussy worked so hard for me. Be my good little cum slut and give me what I want.”

Her pupils dilate and her body arches off the bed as she pulses around my dick. Electricity builds at the base of my spine once again before I follow her into ecstasy. I come so hard, it’s borderline painful. My whole body trembles as I come back down to earth and I collapse onto the bed.

Nina wraps herself around me, laying her head on my arm.

“Holy shit,” she says. “I think you’ve ruined me.”

“Good, because I know you’ve already ruined me.”

I lazily trail my fingers up and down her side as we both cuddle in silence. But the longer the silence lasts, the more my brain starts to think, to come back online after that amazing orgasm.

“Can I tell you about the meeting?” I ask. “You deserve to know what happened.”

“Does your brain ever just turn off?”

“Rarely, but this is important.”

“Ugh, fine. Let’s ruin us basking in the afterglow and talk about my deadbeat father.”

“Well,” I say slowly, “when you put it like that…”

“I’m kidding. What happened?”

“Well, Ben is a fan of yours and was impressed. But Mick… He recognized you and he’s not willing to make the deal without your Stella-and-Sentinels jacket being included. He wants to add Glam Pop to the jacket and make it a special item to announce the sponsorship.”

“Wait.” She lifts onto her elbow to see my face. “When you say he recognized me… Do you mean as a designer or a daughter?”

“My guess? As his daughter. What he’s requesting is ridiculous, and unfounded. But he’s adamant.”

“Ugh, why is this jacket still coming back to bite me in the ass? Everyone wants their fucking hands on it.”

“Who else wants it?” I ask.

“Oh…no one.”

“Nina…”

“My mom,” she says with a sigh. “She’s been hounding me about it for months. I’ve been able to hold her off until now, but she’s not going to give up.”

“And now your dad wants the jacket, too.”

“They’re more alike than they know.”

“Is your mom causing you problems?” I ask.

“No, it’s fine. She’s harmless.” Nina’s tone is all off while she says it, and I don’t understand why she’s lying about this to me. “But basically Mick wants a hand in the pot?”

“It appears that way, but I don’t want to work with Glam Pop if that’s how he does business and if Ben is unwilling to stand up to his father.”

“But you don’t have any other options, right?” she asks. I shake my head. “Then you have to try to keep the deal alive,” she says. “This team means everything to you, and I’m not going to have Mick jeopardize it. You’re already working yourself ragged over this.”

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