The Gallery (Contemporary Reverse Harem 4)

I pulled a bit more on my cheeks, hoping this would satisfy his dirty curiosity about my most private parts.

Why didn’t he just lay me on my back and crawl up between my legs, like normal men did?

Or was everyone doing this, now? It was like there was this party going on that I was finally invited to.

And I was accepting the invitation.

Opening myself further, much to Ash’s delight, gave him the space he needed to reach for the wetness between my legs. I pushed back a bit against him because I just couldn’t help it. I didn’t know what he intended to give me, but I was quite sure I was going to like it.

I took a deep breath. “Ash. Will you fuck me? Please.”

I’d never thought those words before that night, much less muttered them out loud. But I felt so safe in Ash’s worship. I wanted to feel him inside me, filling me up, stroking me hard.

He turned me back to face him and laid his lips on mine with a desperate ferocity. I ran my hands over his nipples and down his muscular abs until I reached his cock once again. I pulled back to watch his pleasure, and his eyes fell shut. He sucked his breath in a harsh gasp as I ran my fingers over his balls, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. I stood a little taller, satisfied with my feminine prowess.

I swayed for a moment, and he caught me, his eyes having snapped open into pools of deep, dark brown. He backed me up to the bed, lowering me onto it and reaching for his trousers at the same time. He came back with a condom.

When he was done rolling it over his long erection, he touched between my legs, cupping my sex.

“You’re so goddamn wet, angel,” he growled.

By now, I was weak with desire, ready to beg him for whatever he could give me. Yeah, I’d been with his friends just days before, but at that moment in time, we were the only two people in the world.

And that was fine by me.

He notched the head of his cock in my slit, sliding it around for a second until he found my opening. I gave way to an inch of him, when he stopped.

“You okay?”

I loved that he checked in.

I could only nod and whisper, “Yes, yes, yes…”

He paused, then drove deep inside me, leaving me screaming from the intensity.

Over the sound of my own moans, I heard him growl my name. He tunneled inside me one more time and held himself there while an orgasm hit me like a truck. My back arched as if I could actually take more of him, and my arms flailed on the disheveled bed, trying to find purchase in the sheets. He pistoned me through another climax and quickly joined me in his own with a

violent shudder and long, loud roar. He dropped his forehead onto mine, our eyes so close, we couldn’t even see each other.

That was okay, though. He was burned into my memory.

The next day was going to be an unforgettable one.

I was floating, thanks to the hotter than hot night I’d had with Ash, a feeling I was struggling to hold on to with everything I had.

And I was now sitting with my lawyer in a fancy conference room that I was sure was being paid for, in part, by the huge fees he was charging me. We were waiting for Devon and his attorney.

The door flew open, and an admin showed them in. But Devon and his lawyer had not come alone.

No. They’d also brought Dagney, my former assistant.

Speechless. That’s what I was.

My lawyer spoke up. “May I ask who you’ve brought along with you here, Mr. Crane?”

Clearly oblivious to the gravity of his dick move, Devon smiled brightly.

“Oh, this is Dagney Gardner. My fiancée.”