Page 14 of Captivated By You

Angling her head, she grinned. “And here I was thinking you were Superman. What will we do to pass the time?”

“I can think of a few things to occupy us.” I lowered my gaze to her pert tits. I hadn’t had my fill of them yet. Gripping her hips, I shuffled her up my body and sucked a diamond-cut nipple into my mouth, drawing a gasp from her. “You should know I’m a tit man.”

“Yeah, I guessed when you ogled my cleavage earlier tonight.”

“That was inappropriate.”

“Given where we’ve ended up, I think you’re good.”

I kneaded them in my hands, then flicked my tongue over both nipples, giving each one the exact amount of attention until she writhed against me.

“I think you’re good to go.”

I flipped her over, caging her with my body. “You like being in charge, don’t you, Ethel?”

“Sometimes.” Raising her arms overhead, she stretched beneath me. “And at others, I’m the perfect submissive.” She kept up the pretense for all of two seconds. “Okay, that last part was bullshit.”

“You don’t say?” I trailed the tip of my nose down hers, then caught her bottom lip between my teeth. “I prefer equality anyway.”

“Keep saying all these wonderful things, Ant, and I’m going to start thinking up ways to clone you. ThenI’dmake a fortune.”

I chuckled as I reached for the box of condoms in my nightstand drawer. I ripped the foil, rolling the latex over my cock. I lined up the head and thrust forward, filling her to the root. “I’d like to get in on that deal.”

She raked her nails over my shoulders and arched her back. “I’ll think about it. Now stop talking and start fucking.”

I pulled out and slowly eased back in an inch at a time. “Tell me your name?”

“Ethel.”

“Your real name.”

She shook her head. “Don’t spoil it, Ant. It’s better this way. One amazing night. One unforgettable memory.” She grinned and squeezed her muscles until they clamped around my cock. “And several mind-bending orgasms.”

Chapter5

Kiana

When you wake up alone in your one-night-stand’s penthouse, don’t steal anything.

This isthe comfiest bed I’ve ever slept in.

I rolled over, burrowing my hands underneath soft-as-air pillows and relishing the light-as-cotton-wool comforter as it caressed my body.

My naked body.

Wait… what?

My eyes snapped open, and I shot up in bed. The events of yesterday came rushing back. The disastrous interview. The bar. Meeting fake Anthony. Dinner. Laughter. Hot, sweaty sex and life-altering orgasms.

That wasn’t an exaggeration, either. My delicious stranger had fucked me over in more ways than one. From this day forward, every man I slept with was going to find themselves measured against an impossible ideal.

How was he single? Surely every woman he’d taken to bed must’ve racked her brain trying to conjure up a way to entice him into a longer-term relationship.

Maybe that was the issue. Maybe my offer of a night without strings was the perfect way for him to get over a broken heart. Or perhaps he was a serial philanderer, and one night was all he had in him to commit to.

Okay, Kee… you’re just making shit up now.

I brought my head around slowly. The space beside me lay empty, the mattress lacking any warmth. Great. Just what every woman wants. To wake up after a night like last night with the guy having split first thing.

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