I knew even without seeing him he must have had the wickedest of all grins on his face.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
Screw the smacks. “Fuck me, Theo.”
Theo
Never in my life had I heard three more beautiful words. I didn’t know how much I could take. Seizing a condom and the lube, I put them on so quickly it was a blur. I grabbed her hips, and she moaned, already eager for me. Begging was more like it.
“Fucking hell.” I gritted my teeth as I gently entered her ass. Her walls clenched around my cock so tightly, it took everything I had to not come right then and there. Slowly, I stretched her, molded her to fit only me, torturing myself in the process.
“Theo… oh… fast… faster,” she begged me, and any restraint I’d had flew out the window.
With one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, I pulled out a little before I thrust my cock deep into her. I fucked her as hard and fast as possible.
“YES!” She sang in absolute ecstasy what I would make sure was one of several orgasms of the night. Her moaning, my grunts, how fucking tight she was, how my cock throbbed inside her—it was enough to make a man lose himself.
I gripped both breasts, holding them as I leaned forward and kissed her neck and ears.
“You’re mine,” I declared.
“Yours.” She didn’t even put up a fight, but knowing her, there would be one later. I freed her hands. The very first thing she tried to do was reach up and pull my hair. I stopped her much to her dissatisfaction…I’d already told her tonight was about my satisfaction, not hers.
“Fuck,” I hissed, slamming into her once more before I came.
Oh, this was just the beginning.
Felicity
4:34 p.m.
My whole body gave out when he pulled out of me. Rolling onto my back, I took off the blindfold and breathed in deeply. He disposed of the condom and lay beside me, his bare chest rising and falling. If this was going to work—and I wanted it to so we could repeat this night at least a hundred more times before we were through with each other—I needed to just tell him.
Sitting up on my elbows, his green eyes focused on to me.
“What?”
“When I was sixteen I attended the Juilliard Pre-College Division for music and dance, but that fall during break, my boyfriend, his friends, and I went to Los Angeles. It was just supposed to be for the weekend. We got wasted, and I thought that out of all of them, I was the best one to drive. We made it a mile—I made it a mile before—before I hit a woman and spent two years in Nidorf Juvenile Detention Facility. That’s it. That’s my past. Are you satisfied now? Or do you want my social too?”
He stared at me for moment before rolling over and reaching for something on the floor… a cell phone. Without speaking to me, he put it on speaker and lay back next to me. It only rang once before someone picked up.
“Yes, Mr. Darcy?”
“All the information you’ve gathered on Felicity Harper… get rid of it.”
“Of course, sir.”
He hung up and dropped the phone to the floor before pulling me to him. He placed a hand on my ass, and I touched his chest, entwining our legs together.
“When I said your past be damned, I meant it. You didn’t have to tell me.” He kissed me.
“I know.” I sat up and shifted to straddle his waist. “But it’s easier now that you know. Besides, this way we won’t miss out on sex, and I’m not forced to kiss men I’m not interested in.”
He flipped me over and pinned me under him. “Why did you kiss him at all?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I kissed him goodbye. It was the least I could do for shooting him down.”
“So you’re a heartbreaker, Ms. Harper.” He grinned as he pressed himself against me.