Page 111 of Between Never and Forever
“Literally everything.”
“Nothing.” He went back to typing on his laptop. “Your breakfast is on the counter. Penelope will text you about wedding planning today. Please answer her so I don’t have to.”
“You just went ahead and told them all we’re getting married?”
“Yep.”
“Do you ever listen?” I focused on my irritation rather than my fear of this all crumbling.
He was smiling so big now. “Sure, I’ll listen. Get one of those romance books out and read it to me.”
He leaned back in his chair in his sweats and a T-shirt. It was rare I saw him that way, so laid-back.
“You realize it’s barely daylight? You’re too much of a morning person. Should have disclosed that to me before we got engaged.”
He chuckled. “And you should have disclosed how fucking pretty you are in my sweatshirt in the morning, heartbreaker.”
He looked down at his lap, which drew my gaze there too. I saw the tent of his sweatpants, saw how his cock stood at attention for me. My tongue slid across my lips at the sight. “I’ll let you get back to work,” I murmured as I took a step back, because I knew I had to leave before I jumped him.
“No.” He held his hand out and waved me over. “Come here and see what I’m working on.”
“Why?” I whispered.
“Because I want you to see what I mean when I say I’m going to take care of this, of you, that I’m going to marry you. I don’t think you quite understand.”
My gaze narrowed, but I walked over to him, and he rolled his leather chair back so I could walk between him and the screens. There were about ten now. All of them smaller windows of my life within the resort. My room. My bathroom. My vitals were somehow being monitored. I saw myself standing there with him and that camera was zooming in on my face.
It was a complete invasion of my privacy in every way.
“If you don’t like what’s on these screens, heartbreaker”—I felt his breath at my back as he rolled close to me—“you need to leave now.”
“And if I do like it?”
“Then slide your panties off so I can fuck you and watch you orgasm on every one of my screens.”
My hands were already wiggling my panties down as I watched one of the screens zoom in on that. And then behind me, Dex pulled out his cock so it protruded just above the waistband of his sweatpants. I murmured, “Jesus,” as I watched him stroke it. “It automatically zooms on—”
“Motion.” He stared at the screen when he murmured out his next command. “Take your top off.”
I complied immediately.
“Now, show me how you play with your pussy.”
“Dex,” I whimpered. “I just want you.”
“I want it to zoom in on your cum running down your legs before I let you sit on my cock, Kee.” He growled out, “Play. With. That. Pussy.”
My fingers danced over my sex, and I gasped at the feeling. At the same time, his hand went to my hip and pulled me back so my ass could feel his cock right away. I rolled my pelvis to feel him more and whimpered as I felt his piercings just as I slid a finger into myself.
“You’re made for me, heartbreaker,” he told me as he watched the screen with hungry eyes. “Look how your body loves me watching you.”
My breathing had picked up. I felt the orgasm nearing while I rode my hand and watched how the cameras shifted their angles on me.
“Just a little more time now. Pinch your clit, baby. Roll it between your fingers.”
I did as I was told and felt the zing through my body like it was warming up to explode.
“There she is. Look at that cum dripping down that pretty thigh,” he whispered.
