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He lifted his cock to slide up and down my slit. I whimpered.
And he pressed into me with one delicious thrust. We let out groans as he linked our hands together and lifted them above my head. “Livid, you feel so good. You feel—” He grunted as he slowly thrust into me.
I’d wanted this for weeks. Months.
And the way he filled me… I felt like I was at his complete mercy. Just as I wanted.
“You wouldn’t let me cherish you earlier,” he said between kisses down my throat. “You’re not going to stop me now.”
I shook my head only slightly so he could continue with his kisses. His touch on my neck, that particular erogenous part of me, had me moaning wordlessly, syllables that sounded like his name here and there.
“Quiet, Livid,” he whispered in my ear. “People can’t hear us.”
Fucking hell. His slow thrusts, the comedown of the orgasm, the forbidden sex. Everything made me feel like I could comeagain.
I bit down on my lip.
Our eyes met as his hands slipped from mine down my body. Gripping my hips, he started to pound into me.
Bodies slamming together, he was so far, I wanted him pressed back up against me. The bed was shaking with his thrusts. I waslightheaded, the lights above me almost blinding.
Until he was in my vision again and I reached around his back to pull him closer, my nails clawing at his back as he continued to fuck me hard.
“Nixon,” I gasped as I felt him come in me.
“Livid,” he said and kissed up and down my neck again.
He stood at the end of the bed and looked me over. I couldn’t imagine what I looked like. Thoroughly fucked, probably.
“It wasn’t enough,” he said. “That wasn’t enough.”
My arms locked up at my sides. “What do you—”
“As in, I need more of you,” he said and lay beside me, resting his head on his arm. His fingertips ran up and down my torso before tracing the edge of my tits. “I meant what I said; this isn’t temporary, Livid.”
“So, my proposal?” I asked, turning to face him.
His fingers ventured further down to play mindlessly with my pussy, pressing his cum back into me. My back straightened and a small moan escaped me.
“Fucking?It’s perfect,” he said, watching my expression closely as I enjoyed his touch. “And after that, it just confirms that together we are perfect.”
“We’ll have to be discreet,Armas,” I warned him breathlessly. I shuffled closer to him, rolling onto my back and cocking a knee for him to have better access. “People need tothink we still dislike each other.”
He ran kisses along my jaw. “We do still dislike each other. I won’t go easy on you.” Almost to prove his point, he fingered me faster.
Chapter 15
Salihaand I decided to lease a car together at each new destination. For the following three weeks, we went to most places together: the shopping mall, nature spots, and out for dinner, though she never accompanied me to sneak into Nix’s hotel room.
With a week off, we’d decided to travel to Australia before the next race, whereas Nix had gone home to France to see his mother after starting the girls’ charity we’d planned. His manager was still absolutely hopeless, but I didn’t mind putting the extra work in when it meant he would get some amazing publicity.
But I missed the sex.
We’d spent the rest of our time in India having very focused and successful ‘meetings’ in any place we could —a smallAirbnbafter an interview, a nature reserve, a meeting room in the hotel. The weeks after, in Kazakhstan, we’d done the same thing—harder.
I was so used to texting him and him appearing in my room or sneaking off to see him in some desolate place.
Across the continent, he still managed to get me off. We made up for the distance with phone calls and dirty pictures.
