Page 12 of Good Girl Gone Bad

“I’ll make sure you’re more than ready when it happens. Will you let me, Lily? Will you let me fuck you any way I can?” he said, his body rigid with tension.

She rocked her hips into his cock. “Yes. God, yes. I’m coming from talking about it.”

Strands of a powerful, exhilarating climax moved through him. Furiously. Madly. “I’m stuffing your cunt with my cum, baby,” he said, breathing out. “All for you. Do you want it?”

“Yes. Yes, please. Oh, God,” she said, and quivered, finding her own peak.

Driven to the brink, he let go, and his body shook as he exploded inside her. Joy stirred him, a powerful force that he had never experienced before. He slammed into her one last time, feeling every ounce of strength deserting him as he released himself deep inside her. That organic exchange, so simple and raw, caused him to smile.

Gradually, she lowered her body, and he realized he was too heavy for her, so he eased her onto the mattress and rolled to the side.

He ran his hand down his face. His heart carried on the frenetic beating for longer than he cared to count.

“I can’t move. I’m destroyed,” she said. “Can you wrap me in the sheet like a burrito and hand me to your driver?”

“What makes you think my driver is up this late?”

“Or request an Uber. That might be better. I need to hit a drive-through, anyway. I’m starving.”

Starving. He slid out of bed and slipped on lounging pants. Then he walked around the bed. She remained still, with her ass in full view, her head to the side. Smiling, he wrapped the sheet around her.

“What, what are you doing?” she asked, her eyes reaching her hairline.

“I’m following your command, tesoro,” he said, amusement dripping from his voice. If his employees, or hell, if his brother heard him talking this way, they’d deem him a lunatic. He lifted her from the bed, and she clutched the sheet to cover herself.

“I wasn’t speaking literally. I can wear clothes before I leave.”

He made his way out of his room, and only when he reached the kitchen did he put her on the stool at the marbled island. “There.”

“Where’s my ride?” she asked.

“Do you really think I’d let my driver or anyone else see you like this?” He bet the new guy would drool if he saw her so adorably bare. A possessiveness he wasn’t used to—not when it came to women—poked him. Nonsense. Blaming it on his post-sex haze, he willed the sentiment away.

“Well, I don’t want to overstay my welcome. The contract didn’t specify sleepovers. I’m assuming that after the deed is done, you’ll want me out of your hair. You know, to keep this real and not like the Shakespearean poems.”

She had a point. Sleepovers could blur the lines quickly… Unless, of course, they did little sleeping. “I think there’s a wide range between reality and love sonnets.”

“True.”

He kissed her nose then ran his finger along her cheek. “Besides, it’s my duty to feed you. I helped you burn calories. Now let’s replenish them.”

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Lily wrapped the sheet tighter around her. She sat on a tall stool in front of the large marbled island. “What do you have in that big, bad fridge?” she asked, pointing at the stainless-steel monstrosity with a built-in TV on the door. Everything in his kitchen was modern, white, and pristine.

He leaned onto the island, his fingers drumming the smooth surface. “What do you want?”

She cleared her throat. Her pussy still throbbed from the sex aftermath, a tingle filling her breasts. Maybe she should have taken an Uber and just left. Why did he waste time being nice to her? They’d had sex, and now they had nothing to talk about. Unless they screwed again. “If I say clam chowder or grits, is it going to magically appear before me?”

His lips broke into a smile that clawed its way into her heart and squeezed it. “I can have it delivered.”

“I bet,” she said, then chewed on her lip.

For a moment, they stared at each other without words to distract them. Ever since she was a kid, she’d always won stare wars because she managed to keep from laughing or blinking for the longest time. Her forgotten talent came in handy as she fought hard not to lean over the island and kiss him.

“I have an idea,” he said, breaking contact first. “Are you allergic to seafood?”

She shook her head.

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