Page 46 of Setting Limits

“So, I’m staying?”

“Yes. Please.”

He snuggles into the pillow, pulling me even closer. “Oh, and just so we’re clear,thisis a relationship, Chelsea. One I’d prefer to be exclusive. I don’t knowingly share my women, and you’re certainly one I want all to myself.”

“I agree with exclusivity.”

“Any other demands or requests?”

“I come before any sort of gaming system.”

“Of course. Who wouldn’t—” His jaw tightens and his whole body tenses. “That asshole? He would play games instead of spending time with you? What kind of moron…you know what, nope. Never mind. If he wasn’t like that, maybe you’d still be with him, and then I wouldn’t be here with you right now, so that doesn’t matter. Just know…I fucking hate that guy. And not solely because he got to have you. I hate any guy that’s had you. Straight fact.”

I roll my eyes at the notion. It’s something I’ve heard before and something stereotypical. Not necessarily how I saw Wes.

“Anything else?”

“Not that I can think of right now. Can we keep it open in case something comes up?”

“Of course, sweetness.” I like when he calls me that. A tingle rushes through my body, like my blood is suddenly made of Pop Rocks. I think it’s like what Shay was saying when Lochlyn calls her “baby girl.”

“My last relationship was not really a relationship in the conventional sense and not really something I want to repeat. This is real to me, Chels. I want it to work.”

“I want that too. And none of mine ever have.”

“None? As in more than a few?”

“Um, yeah. There have been many. All some sort of relationship though, even if only one week.” He knows I’ve been with others. I’m not sure where this is coming from. Maybe he doesn’t know how many?

Weston’s entire body tenses, and I can feel his jaw tight against my temple.

In an instant, he’s on top of me, almost crushing me. “Let me make one thing exceptionally clear because it enrages me, and I never want to discuss it again. Your promiscuity of the past is exactly that, of the past. It’s over. Any kinkiness, horniness, need to get off, it’s allmefrom this point forward. I don’t even want you touching yourself unless I get to be here to watch and am absolutely the cause of it. Understood?”

His dominance makes me squirm, and I’m instantly wet between my thighs. I borderlineneedhim to fuck me again right now.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He rolls off of me and takes a deep breath, holding it in his lungs for a moment before exhaling steadily. “Okay. I’m good now. Sorry, had to get that off my chest.”

“And a very sexy chest at that.”

He turns to me with an arched brow, and that one side of his mouth ticks up. It’s extremely sexy. “Oh yeah? Like what you’ve won?”

“Won? Is it a game?”

“Life’s a game, sweetness. And you won me. You won me over. That’s how it works. I won you, too.”

“Then yeah, I guess you can say I like my prize. In fact, I think I need a closer to look at it.” I glide myself over him and kiss my way down his chest before I move my way back up by dragging my tongue over every luscious ripple of his chest.

A hand knots in my hair, gripping it in a messy ponytail. Cobalt eyes lock on mine as he moves my head down. With his other hand, he holds his rock-hard cock against my mouth, teasing me and painting my lips with his precum.

There’s a gasp and a slight moan as I take him into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. He clearly wasn’t expecting for me to do that, or at least not that deeply. Training myself to deepthroat has been something that seemed meaningless, seemed like I was only doing it for the man of the week. But now I know it was all in preparation for Weston. Because Iwantto please him. I want him to be satisfied, and not just so he satisfies me. If only he gets off right now, that’d be okay with me, and I’d be happy just to make him feel good.

I bob my head up and down, keeping my suction as tight as I can and swirling my tongue around his crown. His hand tightens in my hair as he pulls and pushes my head up and down, his hips bucking. “Fuck, Chelsea. So good,” he groans.

The tone, the pure gravel and grit of it, makes my need for him expound, and pleasing him isn’t enough anymore.

With a pop, I pull off, and though he tries to get my mouth back around his throbbing cock, I refuse, detangling from him and hopping off the bed to grab a new condom, which I quickly tear open and immediately roll on.

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