And that does it. One little word, from the man I’ve fallen completely and wildly for in the blink of an eye, and I shatter.
Our lips sear together, and I scream my release into his mouth, everything erupting throughout my body as the orgasm thunders through me. My core tightens, skin ablaze and muscles spasming as the climax explodes through every inch of me. I can feel my pussy clamping down tight on his cock, and when I feel him swell somehow even bigger as he drives in one last time, he roars as he follows me over.
His cock throbs so deep, pulsing and clenching like a muscle, and when I feel his hot cum explode into me, I cry out as it sends me tumbling into another climax. Thick ropes of his cum jet into me, filling me to the brim as he holds himself deep like that, like this is where he belongs.
Our lips come together again, softer this time, and we just stay just like that—my legs and arms wrapped tight around him, my kiss seared to his lips, and my heart in his hands.
Exactly where it belongs.
Chapter 10
Valentine
The water is running in the tub in the huge master bathroom as I pad barefoot and nude back through the house. I head for the big open-concept kitchen, pouring myself a tall glass of water before leaning against the counter.
A huge grin spreads over my face.
There’s the naughtiness of being nude in a house that isn’t mine—my bare butt against the cool marble of the kitchen counter. But there’s also the knowledge of what just happened. With him.
My mind flashes snippet replays of the whole thing, my core tightening as I relive the feel of his hands on me, his body claiming mine. My thighs squeeze together, and I swallow thickly as the heat pools between my legs.
“You coming, princess?”
His voice calls from down the hall back in the master suite, and I grin a goofy, immature smile.
Not yet, but something tells me I’m going to be soon…
I giggle to myself, downing the water before trotting to the living room area to collect our clothes. What, so I’m kind of a neat freak. I gather up his clothes and mine, along with the priceless earrings lying on the couch. And I’m heading back when something somewhat heavy falls from his jacket pocket and tumbles to the ground. I frown, glancing down to see the thin, black box. Stooping, I pick it back up. I’m not trying to snoop or anything, but, c’mon—a girl gets curious.
But when I open the little black box up, my jaw drops.
Holy shit.
It’s diamonds. Specifically, it’s the Whistler necklace and earrings. Except, that doesn’t make any sense, because I’m wearing the necklace right now, and the earrings are in my hand. I frown, picking this new necklace out of the box and peering at it. Identical. It’s totally freaking identical to the one around my neck.
…So what the hell is going on?
“Ahh, that.”
I whirl at the sound of his voice, stuttering as I try and hastily close the box.
“Sorry, I was just… I wanted to pick up our things, and this… I wasn’t poking around or anyth—”
“Princess,” he purrs quietly, moving close and scooping me into his arms. “I have nothing to hide from you. No secrets, no bullshit. What’s mine is yours.”
He grins, shrugging as he spreads his arms wide.
“Open book, right here.”
My lip twists in my teeth as my eyes dart over his.
“Same, you know,” I say quietly.
“You’re wondering what that is.”
I nod.
“Replica. The best money can buy from the best forger in the world, actually. My plan, before…” he grins hungrily at me. “Well, before I was distracted…”
I blush fiercely as his hands slide back around my waist.
“The plan was to replace the real ones with these. I doubt your stepfather is examining his collection with a microscope on the daily, but even if he was, it’d take an expert to know the replacement was a fake. And by then… poof.”
“You’d be gone and on a beach somewhere.”
“Great minds think alike,” he murmurs. “And how does a beach sound to you? You and me, the ocean, no worries, all the money we could never hope to spend?”
I grin, my eyes flashing as I pull tight to him.
“Um, amazing?”
“Good, because you’re invited.”
“Better be,” I fake pout, poking his bare chest. He chuckles, pulling me close and leaning down, and before I know it, I’m lost in those lips again.
I moan as he scoops me into him, the clothes and the fake Whistler jewels and all tumbling to the ground.
“Hang on,” he growls, setting me down for one sec and stooping to snag up the real earrings.
“How about you hang on to these,” he growls, standing and pressing them into my hands. “Wear them, along with the necklace.”