“Does it make you wet knowing every fucking man in the city is jerking off to the sound of your moans tonight?”
I groan at that vision. “Ew, Win.”
His finger teases along my slick opening and he barely presses into my pussy. “Shocker. You’re wet just thinking about it.” He pushes deeper inside me. “I always knew you were an attention whore.”
“Your attention whore,” I sass back, sliding back and forth along his finger.
Another finger joins the first as he stretches me open, finding places inside me that have me seeing stars. I’m vaguely aware of him stripping off the rest of his clothes while never losing his stride as he fingerfucks me. He rubs against my G-spot, finding it like he’s memorized the location and easily brings me to an earth-shattering orgasm. I chant his name like it’s the only one I know. My legs quaver as pleasure continues to ripple through me. I’ve barely come down before his fingers leave my body, smearing the arousal on my ass cheek. Once more, he pulls aside my thong, this time it’s his cock entering me.
This man is big.
So big and sure of the way he fucks.
Arrogant in the bedroom like he is in the boardroom.
And I love it.
I love him.
I’d wanted to tell him yesterday but he wouldn’t let me. Stopped me before it even left my mouth. As much as I want to blurt it out today, I bite down on the words, saving them for another day. A day when he’ll be ready to receive them.
His hand cracks against my ass, drawing me from my head to the physical act. Winston Constantine consumes me. Powerful body, alluring and masculine scent, vicious grunts of bliss. I give all of me to him, letting him fuck away this anger that’s burning inside him. He can’t be mad forever. We’re too good together to be distracted by such an unhelpful emotion. The sooner he gets back to trusting me, the better.
Fingers bite into my hips, bruising my flesh as he pounds into me hard enough the slaps of our skin are ricocheting all around us. I fist the blankets, overwhelmed by the fullness of him. His dick rubs me in a delicious way, teasing over the still swollen and sensitive G-spot he’d rubbed to ecstasy only moments ago.
I lose control, the world spinning around me as I scream out something garbled and frantic. It sets him off because a few more thrusts and he’s coming inside me, filling me up impossibly with more come. All too soon, though, he pulls out abruptly, leaving me achingly empty.
My body collapses onto the bed, my chest heaving. Tears spring in my eyes. I’m not sure why I’m overcome with emotion all of a sudden, but I have to bite on my lip hard to keep the tears from falling. I can hear him moving about the apartment which I can only assume he’s dressing to leave.
“Messy girl,” he croons, a warm cloth swiping across my thighs and then between my legs. “First you make a mess of your life and now you make a mess all over your bed.”
The tears do sneak out this time.
His words are meant to mess with me but they feel every bit as tender as his touch. We have to be okay. We have to.
Because if we don’t make it through to the other side…
I won’t survive it.
How does one have Winston Constantine and ever go back to life as it was?
The answer is you can’t.
He’s changed me and I don’t ever want to be the person who I was before I knew him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Winston
She’s crying.
Of all the shit that should have made her cry, I’m confused as to why she’s upset. She got what she wanted. She got me.
After cleaning us up, I steal her phone charger and plug in my phone. I set it on the end table before sliding into the bed. Grabbing hold of her arms, I haul her up to me. She tugs the blanket to cover us up and buries her tearstained face against my chest. Neither of us speak. I absently twirl my fingers around a strand of her hair that’s come loose of her bun.
It’s moments like these I almost forget who I am.
When it’s quiet and we’re both sated, I can turn off my mind and just…feel. I like the way her soft breaths tickle over my pectoral muscle, tightening my nipple. The scent of sex in the air lingers—sweet and sweaty. How her leg hooks over mine as if she has the strength to lock me in her hold forever.
I run my fingertips along her silky skin, letting them trail to the crack of her ass. She shivers which draws a smile across my lips.
My smile falls when I think about Ulrich’s call earlier. He had info on Manda. I’d asked him to find whatever he could on her. It’s the gift that keeps on giving. He says he’s found a picture of Manda when she was pregnant with the triplets—a picture where Meredith is in it. I’m supposed to meet up with him in the morning to see that and whatever else he’s uncovered.