Hush, Hush (Hush, Hush 1)

My heart can’t take it. I shake my head, and he just keeps gliding in and out of my pussy like he owns it.

"But I need to keep it that way, emotionally it's important for me, and I think you understand why. I'm trying not to get attached to you, and viewing you as a client helps me keep everything separate." I pause, holding my breath. "I don't want to come."

James leans in and peppers kisses over my neck. The way he's with me makes it so easy for me to think what we’re doing is more than what this is, that he actually likes me romantically. It's stupid, I know it is. It really is just sex, but there's something hidden under his touch that fires up my soul when he's with me that's hard to ignore.

"Sweetheart, I think it's safe to say we're past both those points. You're coming, and you got attached to me the moment you started refusing me as a client months ago, you just don't want to admit it."

I hate that he's right. "I don't want to lose myself."

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James turns my head to face him. Our lips are so close, the rawness shifting between us undeniable. "Then get lost inside me and I'll take care of us. I need you to, because I'm already lost to you. I'm fucked, Aubrey. I don't know what I'm going to do, because I already know when our time is up I'm not going to be able to watch you walk away. I'm just not. I don't know what our future holds, but I do know I want you in it."

James captures my lips with his and then we're lost to each other. What he says is exactly what I fear, because I feel the same. My heart is about to burst. He's swelling inside of me, and even though he told me to leave my hands where they are, I reach up to cup the back of his head so I can kiss him with the same passion he gives me. James fills me completely, hitting all the places he shouldn't.

"Just let go," he whispers against my lips, but I shake my head.

James keeps his thrusts at a steady rhythm, building an incredible rise roaring through me. The pleasure makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs, it's so good.

"Let go," he orders again, his voice low and in control. "Fly with me."

I shake my head, breathing heavily, relentless in my effort to fight it.

His fingers stop circling my sensitive clit only to take it between two fingers and pinch it so hard I see stars… And then I’m coming. That's all I needed. I let go then, allowing my body to revel in this man. James thrusts a little harder, but not faster, and starts to come with me.

The way our bodies move together, it's beautiful and all-encompassing. There's no way to contain the whimpers in my throat as I climax around him. Skin sinfully flush against skin, our lips are painted in passion and the sex is forming a tether between us that I’ve been fighting since the start.

And yet, right now, I don't care. Right now, I live in the moment with him.

"James," I whisper against his mouth. I don't know what I'm asking for or saying. I wonder if he can feel my heart and the somersaults it's doing. "What was that?"

"Look at us," he says, and I do.

My chest is flushed, my breasts full and nipples rosy pink. James is still swollen and deep inside me. Thick white cum seeps out my pussy and onto the chair. There's so much, and it's so overwhelmingly sensual that I can't stop looking at us. I clench my pussy around his cock and he groans. James loosens his hold on my neck and I melt into him. I'm sated, knowing this incredible feeling is something I can't put into words.

His nimble fingers gently, tenderly, sweep over my clit. My stomach dips and I exhale a breathless sigh when he uses his fluid to caress me. I feel like I'm floating on a cloud, like I'm high, and I don't want to move.

"I like you like this," he says, his voice laid back. "I love how you're open to me and letting me just touch you."

I want to say something slick, like "for five million you can do whatever you want," but I don't. Truth is, even without the money, I would let him touch me like this.

"I could stay like this all night," I say quietly.

"Don't hold back with me, Aubrey." My gaze lifts to his. Fuck. I don’t know why those words tug at my heartstrings, but they do. "I like seeing you explode. It makes me feel good to see you happy."

"I feel like I should get up and do something for you. Like I'm supposed to be taking care of you."

"Stay where you are. This is exactly what I wanted," James says. "Do you want to come again?"

My teeth dig into my bottom lip and I nod. "I'm not far, but I can wait for you so we can finish together."

"No, I just want to watch you in the mirror like this. Don't use your hands and try not to move your hips. I'm not going to drive into you. Just focus on how you still have my cock hard and how my fingers move slow while I tease the fuck out of your clit. It's about control, a slow fucking burn, and if you hold still and let me take care of you like this, I promise it will be better than anything."

Licking my lips, I think about his words and how anxious I am. How I've never had a man just play with me before, but it's something I could get used to.

"James?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"