Page 19 of The Arrogant One
“Negotiations during sex—something else I’ve never done.” I smiled. “Deal.”
As soon as the approval left my lips, something triggered inside him. Because everything I’d experienced so far was now entirely different.
And I didn’t know how, but it was even better.
“Oh!Ohhh!” I couldn’t stop the sounds from coming out of me.
Because he was going deeper, faster, grinding against me ina way that hit my clit at the same time.
I couldn’t meet him in the middle anymore. I couldn’t turn my hips to buck into him. All I could do was hold on.
So, I gripped his shoulders and pressed our mouths together and let his words, “I’m going to fucking come,” fuel my orgasm.
It was already there.
As his strokes turned rougher, which I was begging for, it peaked, and I yelled, “Lockhart!”
“Let me fucking feel it.” His thrusts turned short, sharp, and rapid. “Sadie, yes! I’m coming with you!”
I was shuddering, the crests shaking my chest, my stomach; they were even going through my thighs. My breaths came out in blows. My fingers lost their strength, my body too numb, and they were unable to hold on.
But within a few seconds, he started to slow, his mouth devouring mine until he eventually came to a stop. He pressed our noses together while we breathed against each other.
“No dream could ever compete with that,” he whispered.
When I pulled back, I snaked my finger through the sweat on his forehead. “No. It certainly couldn’t.”
“Are you ready for that shower?”
“I could use a little cooling off.” I smiled.
He laughed. “You think I’m going to let you cool off in that water?” He pulled me off the wall. “I realize you don’t know me, but you should knowthatby now.”
Cat
I’m on my way to work. I know it’s early, but I also have a feeling you’re up. Can I call you?
Me
Are you okay?
Cat
No, I’m far from okay. I think I’m getting fired the second I walk into work. The whole situation is a disaster, and I have so much I need to get off my chest. Please, I know it’s the ass crack of dawn, but I need my sister.
My sister’s last message came across my watch, and I carefully maneuvered Lockhart’s arm off my chest and tiptoed into the living room.
Me
Give me 5 minutes, and I’ll call you.
Cat
Hurry!
My dress felt different as I slipped it back on in a rush. So did my jacket and purse. I hadn’t remembered taking off the latter, but it was on top of the couch with everything else. Everything except for my heels. I found those on the floor by the bottom of the bed, quietly sliding them on.
Now that I was dressed, I silently stared at Lockhart in the barely lit room, the sun beginning to work its way up the sky. He was on his stomach, stretched out across the mattress. His right arm was still lying in the spot where I had been just moments ago. Only a thin white sheet covered him, showing the hump of his perfect ass, and where it ended on his lower back, the ripples of muscle began.
