Broken Beast

"I already said yes."

"I'm giving you an out."

He shakes his head. "Don't. I don't want the chance to do the cowardly thing."

"What if you say no later?"

"Put it in writing."

"Well, I do have a standard model release. But I… that's more time before I fuck you."

"Can I sign digitally?"

"Yes." I press my palms to my thighs. "Are you sure?"

He nods. "Now." I must pout, because he laughs. "I like you needy."

I laugh too. It's enough to ease the sexual tension in the air. It's enough I find the release, give the laptop to Adam, watch him sign.

Then it's official.

I can display the images from the shoot.

All of them.

Even the explicit ones.

Even the ones with his face.

"Thank you." I put my laptop away and turn to him. "Adam, really, I… I have no idea how to thank you."

"Yes, you do." He motions come here.

I take a step toward him. So my legs brush his knees. "I have lipstick in the bathroom."

"No, angel. I want to come inside you this time."

Fuck.

His hand goes to the waistband of my silk pajama bottoms. He traces the line, then he pushes them off my hips.

I kick them off my feet.

I'm standing here in my button-up pajama top and panties. He's in a full suit, shoes even.

It turns me on, undressing while he stays dressed.

He's right.

I'm an exhibitionist.

And I'm proud.

"Take off your panties," he says.

I slide them off my hips. Kick them aside.

He motions come here again.

I straddle him and slide into his lap.

His hands go to my hips. He pulls my body into his, so my sex is against his cock. He's hard. Even with the thick fabric of his slacks in the way, I can feel him. The length. The firmness. The heat.

God, I want my hands on his body. Every part of his body.

I bring my hand to his neck. Chin. Cheek. The left side, with the scars.

This time, he doesn't flinch.

He leans into my touch and pulls me into a soft, slow kiss.

Then harder.

Deeper.

With his hands on my hips, he pulls my body over his, my sex against his length. So close, but so fucking far.

When he breaks our kiss, he looks up at me like I'm heaven sent. "Danielle." He says my name like it's his favorite word. Like he needs it on his tongue.

My body buzzes.

Adam brings his hands to the neckline of my shirt. He undoes the top button. Then the next. The next.

The last.

He pushes the sides apart, revealing my breasts.

My eyes flit to the mirror across from the bed. The two of us, in profile. My legs around his, his hands on my breasts, his lips on my neck.

He teases my nipples with his thumbs. Slow circles, so light I can barely feel them.

Every brush winds me tighter.

His touch feels so fucking good.

Too fucking good.

I watch him toy with me until it is too much. Until I have to close my eyes.

Then he brings one hand to my back, the space between my shoulder blades, and he pulls me closer.

He takes my nipple into his mouth.

The soft, wet pressure overwhelms me. He sucks softly. Then harder.

His tongue flicks against me.

Then it's a sort of scrape of his teeth.

Harder.

Hard enough, I tug at his hair. "Fuck."

His eyes flit to the mirror. He watches as he sucks on my nipple.

My thighs squeeze his.

He lets out a low groan as he pushes my shirt open. "Watch." He brings his mouth to my nipple again.

This time, there's no warm up.

He bites me hard. Hard enough, I yelp.

Again and again.

The pain mixes with pleasure. Winds me tighter and tighter.

Until it's too much.

Until I'm not sure I can take more.

I tug at his hair.

He moves to my other nipple and tortures it just as mercilessly.

I let my gaze drift to the mirror. Watch him pull my body into his.

I'm naked in his lap.

He's fully dressed.

The contrast in our reflection—dark against light, nude against clothed—sets me on fire. I need him.

Now.

I need everything.

"Please, Adam." I rock my hips against his. "Please fuck me."

"Not yet." He wraps his hands around me and flips our bodies, so I'm flat on my back and he's on top of me.

It's the closest we've been.

I wrap my legs around his waist.

My arms around his neck.

I pull him into a slow, deep kiss.

He kisses back with steady intensity. He is claiming me. There's no doubt about that.

And I am his.

Whatever else happens, I'm his here.

I can't help it.

He scrapes his teeth against my bottom lip.

I pull back with a groan.

Then his lips are on my neck. My collarbone. My chest. He kisses a line down my body, then he pushes my legs apart and brings his mouth to my clit.

The soft brush of his lips.

Then the flick of his tongue.

He licks me up and down, then he goes to the spot where I need him most and he works me with steady strokes.