Each thrust coaxes my body to absorb everything he gives me. The raw wildness of him.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good, Mia. Your tight little pussy is perfect.”

God, I love his dirty mouth. I moan and pushed into him, taking him even deeper as he starts to fuck me harder.

The music is low enough for me to hear our groans and moans along with the distinct sound of our bodies in the wild lock. It resounds all around us.

I can see a few people watching us from below but again I don’t care.

My body is closer to the edge and I’m teetering on the brink when he catches my face and holds me while he fucks me so he can stare into my eyes, into my soul.

That’s what it feels like. It feels like he’s looking into my soul and I can’t run away and hide.

“You are mine,” Nick growls and that’s what pushes me over the edge of reason and I come long and hard, never breaking eye contact.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters and he comes too with one last deep thrust, spurting hot cum inside me.

He still keeps that eye contact and his hand at my cheek as he slows down and kisses me rough and hard.

He stops and looks at me, those eyes searching mine.

I come down from the high my mind has been on and I really wonder how I’m supposed to stop myself from feeling for him.

I can’t do it.

I know what I must do, what I can do, and what I can’t.

I can’t do that.

It’s a price I have to pay. A very foolish price.

He’s looking at me and I don’t know what he’s thinking. I’m compelled to remember what he said to me on our first meeting.

It was him who pointed out the insane chemistry. It was him who said we wouldn’t ignore it. I feel it now again. I always feel it. I felt it right from hello.

Does he feel it too?

“I need more,” he states cutting into my thoughts. “More of you. More of you. I want you. Angel Doll. Can… I have you?”

It’s an odd question given our business relationship.

It feels though like he’s asking me for something else.

Something I can’t say no to, so I give the same answer I always give.

“Yes.”