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“You liked that, did you?” I tease her, turning my head to capture her lips with mine before she can answer.
The hand tugging on my cock turns over so her fingertips tease the sensitive ridge on the underside of my shaft.
My chest heaves as sweat dampens my brow. God, I’m close.
“Do you think they’re watching?”
What? Shit. I forgot we were in a voyeur room.
I shake my head. “I don’t even care. Let them watch what you do to me.”
Her rhythm picks up, and she knows I’m close. The hand cupping my balls moves to my head as she threads her fingers through my hair, nails lightly scraping along my scalp.
“Fuck... Baby... Fuck. I’m about to...” I moan as I feel pressure building in my pelvis. My hips buck up into her hand, chasing release.
"Come?" she teases, and I do. She strokes me through my orgasm, cum coating my chest and abs. She milks every last drop out of me, and I collapse against her. I reach up, cup the back of her head, and bring her lips back to mine. The kiss is slow, indulgent, sweet and unhurried.
If anyone is watching, they’re getting a great view of me, coated in my own cum, but I couldn’t care less. Let them watch. Let them see what Nell does to me. Let them see how truly, fully and completely this woman owns me.
Chapter thirty-three
Penelope
Six months later
We’re all sitting in a gorgeous ballroom in a mansion on the outskirts of DC at the Children in Entertainment Defense Fund Fundraiser. What my sisters didn’t know is that Harrison is the one who started the nonprofit. It’s not widely advertised, but it’s a cause that means a lot to him personally. His brother’s stepdaughter is a child actress, and when Harrison learned about the terrible things that some parents of child actors do, he created the fund. It pays for health insurance, lawyers, estate planning and contract negotiations that prioritize the health and wellbeing of the child.
Harrison has become like a big brother to me this year, and I’m really proud of everything he’s accomplished.
Tonight is a silent auction and dinner for high-end donors. We, of course, come to support him and his cause as friends, but also to donate and encourage others to donate to such a worthy cause.
Cassidy hired a babysitter, and Elijah, Danny, and Cammy are all at Cass’s house having a sleepover tonight. Amelia sent apicture of them all tucked into sleeping bags on the living room floor, asleep, an hour ago.
Cass, Declan and Serenity are up milling around and chatting, but Daniel, Harrison and I are at our tables, sipping wine and watching the crowd.
“Nell?” a feminine voice calls from behind me. I turn to see Chastity and Grace standing behind our table. Unfortunately, I had to go no contact with them because when I moved out they wouldn’t stop calling and texting, asking and then demanding help - either physically or financially. I love them, but it wasn’t good for my mental health and peace, and they put me in a position where I couldn’t start my new life without leaving the old one behind completely.
I stand, unsure how to handle this interaction. Daniel stands with me, a hand on my lower back, ready to support me any way I need.
“Chastity, Grace. It’s good to see you,” I say politely, my hands clasped behind my back.
I take a moment to look them over. They’ve changed a lot. They’re thicker than they were before, and their dresses look like they’re two sizes too small. They also have bags under their eyes that even makeup can’t hide. It seems like life has finally caught up with them now that they don’t have a full-time maid. By the looks of them, though, they’re still prowling for a rich husband.
They look at each other, clearly not sure how to play this.
“I see you’re still with Daniel,” Grace says, and I’m not sure if it’s just an easy observation or a backhanded compliment.
“Ladies,” Daniel says simply.
Chastity’s eyes dart to Harrison and widen. “Well, don’t be rude. Why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”
“Harrison, this is Chastity and Grace, my stepsisters. Chastity, Grace, this is Harrison. This fundraiser is his baby.”
Chastity and Grace hold their hands out to him, and he shakes them quickly. They obviously don’t see the tension in his jaw as they help themselves to the empty chairs around him.
“Harrison, is it? This is an amazing event. It’s gorgeous. I can’t believe you did all this,” Chastity coos, resting a hand on his forearm.
“Please remove your hand from my arm,” he says coldly.
