Page 103 of Crazy In Love
I wanted her begging for it.
Desperate and needy.
Her hips bucked wildly as she ground against me.
“Bridger,” she gasped. “Please.”
Music to my fucking ears.
My thumb found her clit as I continued fucking her with my tongue.
She cried out my name as she went over the edge.
Fuck me.
I couldn’t get enough of this woman.
And I had forty-eight hours to get her out of my system.
Emilia had just slipped into my robe when room service arrived. She looked sated and gorgeous, while I was doing my best to cover up the large erection currently tenting my jeans. I signed the bill and told the waiter that I’d take the food into the room.
My dick needed a minute to settle down.
I pulled the cart over to where the balcony was. We had the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, which was all lit up at the moment.
She came to sit in the chair beside mine, and we dove in.
She sat with her body turned to face me instead of the gorgeous view, which made me chuckle internally.
I glanced down at her wrists where I’d tied the belt, and they were a little bit red. I used my thumb to trace over the sensitive skin. “Did you like that? Did you notice the difference?”
Her lips turned up in the corners, and her gaze found mine. “I had my first orgasm with a man last night. So it’s not like I have a ton to compare it to. But yes, it made the anticipation more intense for sure.”
I noticed that she didn’t dip her lobster into the dish of butter on the first few bites she’d taken, which was the best part. I cut off a piece and dipped it into the melted goodness. “Open your mouth and try this.”
She did as I asked, and I brought the fork to her mouth.
“Wow. That’s delicious.”
“Why weren’t you using the butter? It’s the best part.”
“Probably years of training from Margaret Taylor,” she said as she blew out a long breath. “My mom is very concerned about me gaining weight and always has been.”
“What? You have the most beautiful body.” This shit pissed me off. “Do you know how many times I got off to thoughts of this body before we’d even arrived?”
Her gaze softened. “I’ve worked hard not to let that stuff get in my head, but I guess her voice is still there most of the time.”
“We’re going to work on that.”
“It’s been a lifetime of feeling her disappointment, so I don’t think that can be fixed in forty-eight hours, lover boy. But the orgasms are a great distraction.”
What was her obsession with the timeline?
“Emilia, even when I’m not burying myself in you, we’ll still be working together. We won’t just stop speaking.”
Why did the thought of that bother me?
“So we’re going to be friends after all of this?”
