Page 33 of His Own Heaven

“Good,” he said, then pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Now I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you scream as you come all over my big dick, and then I’m going to come all over your gorgeous tits. And when I’m done fucking you, I’m going to pull on my jeans, go downstairs, and help Charlie make breakfast. And you’re going to do one of two things.”

“I am?” Lucy gasped as Toby slid deep. Her body clenched around him, and they both groaned.So goddamn big. She was never walking straight again.

His words were punctuated by the powerful glide of his body against hers. “Either you’ll have a shower, dress, and take a seat at the table, in which case I’ll assume you want to go home after breakfast.”

“Or?” He slammed into her and her breathing stuttered, the first flutters of an orgasm making themselves known deep in her belly.

“Or you’ll come downstairsexactlyas I leave you, sit at my feet, and eat from my hand. You do that and I’ll know you’ve chosen to stay.”

It seemed absurd to be having this conversation while they were fucking, but Toby had proven the night before that he had his own way of doing things, and every single one of them was designed to keep her off-kilter.

Designed to push her boundaries.

Or test her resolve.

“What about my ‘one night only’ rule?”

Toby grabbed her knee and hauled her leg around his waist. “Fuck your rule,” he growled, sinking deeper inside her. “One night with you is not enough. I want more. And so do you.”

Before she could give the idea any credence—or any thought at all—Lucy’s orgasm stole her breath, and anything she would have said dissolved into a wanton plea. “More, more, more….”

Toby slammed home twice more before pulling out of her, straddling her body and taking his cock in hand, then grunting as he came all over her tits. Just as promised.

His come was warm against her skin, and she laughed quietly when he used the end of his dick to write something across her chest.

Mine.

Pushing herself up on her elbows brought her within licking distance of Toby’s cock, and the man wasted no time in putting her ready mouth to good use.

“Open up, baby. Lick me clean.”

He smiled as she obeyed his command, and Lucy’s insides quivered at the sexy sight. Then he closed his eyes and groaned as she snaked her tongue around the smooth head of his dick. The scent of sex hit her, a heady combination of his come and hers, but before she could suck him any deeper into her mouth, he pulled away and left the bed.

Lucy’s sounds of pleasure morphed into disappointment as she watched him cross the room and disappear into what she guessed was a walk-in wardrobe. Her assumption proved correct when he returned wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, also as promised.

“The bottom line is this, Lucy. I don’t like many people, but I like you. A lot.” He fastened his jeans and came to stand before her. “And you’re not the only one with rules. I don’t fuck my employees. I never have. Not until you.”

She knelt on the edge of the bed and fisted her hands in the bedding, her heart racing a mile a minute as his confession swept through her, filling her with long-forgotten emotions, feelings that made her chest tight and her breathing stagger. Her voice was quiet as she stated the obvious and told him the same thing he’d told her before she’d gotten in his truck.

“But I’m not your employee.”

“Not until Monday.” He stroked the blade of his finger down her cheek, the gentle gesture causing her to lean towards him in the hope of more, but he stepped back and cleared his throat, then nodded towards the wardrobe. “Your clothes are in there,” he said. “I left a T-shirt for you too. And I’ll replace the blouse I ruined last night.” His ice blue gaze lingered on hers for so long she thought he was going to say something else, but then he seemed to think better of it and turned away. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

Then he disappeared through the doorway, and Lucy heard the now familiar creak of timber as he descended the stairs. The creaking stopped about halfway down, and her heart leapt into her throat.

Was he coming back? Would he say what he hadn’t said before? Would he command her to stay and take the decision out of her hands?

One heartbeat passed. Then two… three….

The footsteps continued downwards, quicker than before, and Lucy’s breath shuddered out of her, her momentary excitement quickly dissipating.

Wow. Okay. So he isn’t going to be of any help here.Well, no matter. Lucy had been making life choices grander than the one before her now for a very long time. She had this, so she lifted her chin and drew in a calming breath. “Decision time.”

The question was, did she take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and go home? Or did she submit to the sex god and stay where she was? All that awaited her at home was Netflix, leftover pizza, and a gut-churning sense of regret. Even just thinking about it, she could feel it swooping around in her belly, stirring things up. But it had never been this intense before.

Probably because the men she usually went home with were as dominant as a paperclip, and doing it doggy-style was about as kinky as they got. There was nothing to regret leaving behind.

But if she stayed, if she broke her one-night-only, no-strings-attached rule—which was pretty much the only thing that had kept her safe for the last seventeen years—then she ran the risk of an even greater regret.

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