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“You’re fast. But I’m not in a rush.”

He drew his hand underneath me and easily found my clit, rubbing it first with his palm and then with his two fingers. With his other hand, he drew his fingers along my slit, then plunged in two digits, just like my fantasy.

“Gage,” I moaned, and he twisted his hand, curling his fingers into my G-spot. “Fuuck,” I let out.

He danced his fingers inside me in tandem with the pressure on my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My hips bucked, trying to catch more friction, and he said, “That’s it, baby, come for me.”

As if his voice were magic, I tipped over the edge into pure fucking bliss, my orgasm shaking my entire body as I cried out his name.

He slid his fingers out of me, and then I heard the tear of foil. He slid the condom over his length, his fingers still glistening with my pleasure.

I lay on my back, legs spread, and he hooked his arms under my knees, his muscular frame contrasting the soft curves of my legs.

“God, you look so good, spread out for me like this,” he moaned, teasing his tip against my sensitive entrance. He took his time, easing himself in inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to his size.

He filled me in a way I’d never been filled, and I rose to meet him, wanting to savor every moment of this experience. Fucking the man I thought was untouchable and knowing this entire time he had been wanting to do the same thing to me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, eyes on mine.

I palmed his cheek, watched the planes of his face, like they were hand carved by the gods. His strong pecs and defined abs flexing with each thrust. “You’re hot as hell, Gage Griffen.”

He smirked, blue eyes right on mine. “We work well together,” he agreed, pumping hard into me, making his heavy sack hit my ass.

The sound of slapping skin, the feel of him driving into me, it was all-consuming. I reached up, clinging to his forearms as he pounded into me over and over again until we were both crying out.

I felt the heat of his load through the condom. And the realization hit me. I’d just had sex with my billionaire boss. Really good sex.

“Fuck,” I breathed, rolling over into the comfy pillows and soft bedding. “I feel like I need a cigarette after that.”

“I didn’t know you smoked,” he replied, throwing his condom in the trash and lying next to me.

“I don’t.” I laughed.

21

Gage

I’m fucked.

That’s what I was thinking as I lay next to Farrah in this king-sized hotel bed.

She got cold and cuddled under the blanket, then smiled up at me and said, “I’m not sure how this works for you, but I like to cuddle afterward.”

And how could I say no to those beautiful brown eyes and that tentative smile?

I couldn’t. Besides, she’d just given me the best sex of my life. The last thing I wanted to do was leave.

I slid under the thick duvet and lay next to her, feeling her soft skin against mine, aside from the slight prickles of her leg hair.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “If I’d known we would be doing this, I would have shaved...”

“How could you have known?” I asked. I hadn’t been expecting this any more than she had.

I extended my arm for her, and she rested her head on my shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. And in a way, it was. I felt comfortable in a way I’d never been before, but also, electricity hummed through my veins, making me feel more alive than I had in a long time.

Usually, after I slept with a woman, I had a driver take her home and I left the hotel. I never hooked up at my place, and they never stayed the night.

But with Farrah? I was having a hard time even thinking about getting out of bed.