Page 41 of The Rich One

“Take off your wig.”

I must look confused but it only brings a bright, almost boyish grin to his face.

“I don’t want to end this. I want to see you, the real you.” I smile back up at him and snort, the noise so unladylike I almost apologize.

“I’ve seen you get hard mere minutes after coming, Tyler. I’m not worried this will end too quickly.” I’m purposefully being obtuse to the wig comment. And that’s when I see it.

The shift.

The change from billionaire client to vulnerable man. It scares the fuck out of me because I can deal with all sorts of men in my bed, but this? I’m not used to this. Not even with Kai.

“I don’t want this to end,” he repeats, changing up his statement so that it means so much more than it did before.

His groin grinds into my clit, making me jump and causing my hips to dart off the bed and closer to him. “Oh God, that feels so good.” I need to concentrate on the orgasm that he’s building up for me. Need to make sure we keep this to sex and not stray into uncharted territory.

“Rose,” he whispers my name like a prayer as he begins fucking me harder and harder. His tone is so at odds with the filthy movement of his hips, of his thighs, of his cock now slamming in and out of my dripping wet pussy.

“Stay with me.” My back arches as he brings his mouth down to mine and kisses me, not with want, but with need. With adoration and respect. He’s fucking me like his whore and kissing me like his lover.

I’m so confused, but the sexed-up part of my brain is choosing to ignore anything beyond the impending climax I feel rising from that erect bundle of nerves to my core, to my stomach. I scream into Tyler’s mouth as he plunges one last time inside me before stilling and grinding, emptying his seed into the condom.

“Fuck, Rose. We’re perfect together.”

Nope, not my imagination.

Panting and struggling to breathe, he stays buried inside me as he secures the rubber at the base and pulls out carefully, discarding it into the trash next to his bed.

Then his attention is right back on me, his eyes as intense as ever.

“I want to take care of you. I want to be everything to you. Because, Rose, I swear to fuck, you are perfect for me.”

I reach up and kiss his mouth tenderly before promptly nipping this conversation in the bud.

“It’s not even my real name. I’m not perfect for you, Tyler. I’m just really fucking good at my job.” He recoils at my words. The shock on his face breaking my heart as I take the opportunity to gently push him away and slip out from under him.

I can’t let him create this neatly wrapped image in his mind of a Julia Roberts and Richard Gere getting a happily ever after. It’s not happening. Not now, at least, and not with him.

I have to end this. It’s a shame, though. I really fucking loved the orgasms he gave me.

Looking over my shoulder as I pad off into the bathroom, I give him my final blow.

“Can you call Aaron and have him take me home, please?”

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

The car ride home was tense. Aaron’s a perceptive man and he knew something was up. Yet, he remained the loyal driver that he is and didn’t say a word.

What happened last night with Tyler is something I’d never expected from him. He’s always so in control of himself and his emotions. Working with him is something I’m going to miss, but I can’t have clients catching feelings. That’s unfair to everyone involved.

I suppose it just goes to show how caught up we were in our roles, which makes me feel like shit for allowing him to think this could be real. But we knew what this was from the start; we have a fucking contract for Christ’s sake. I guess that’s null and void now though.

Argh! Men make me so mad. Why do they have to be such complicated creatures?

He had disappeared to fuck knows where by the time I came out of the bathroom and gathered my things. It feels like we left this thing unfinished, but I needed to make my boundaries clear. I’ll give him a few days before I call to officially end our contract.

Fuck it, I’m going to roll myself a doob. These are extenuating circumstances and I need to chill the fuck out. I don’t need drunk me contacting Kai or Nathaniel right now. I’ve already thought about both, so wine isn’t the best choice tonight.

Sitting by the window, I watch as my smoke-circles evaporate into the cool night air. Floating up to the dark sky, they swirl and twist, and they’re free.

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