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“No.” He used his hand in my hair to pull me back. “I like hearing you cry out and moan. Look at me.”
I did, eyes unfocused as he withdrew, then drove back into me. I made a choked sound as he reached the very end of me.
“So wet.” He rotated his hips against me. “So hot…fuck, Jess. Your body. This cunt.”
The words made me whimper, and I grabbed his shoulders, tried to move against him, take some control back. Make him feel as good as he was making me feel.
“No.” He bore down on me, going still. “You lay there…lay there, be a good girl and let me fuck you.”
The domineering words should have pissed me off. But as my breaths came out in chopping bursts, I could only find two words to say. “Yes, sir.”
He bent over and kissed me, tongue sliding into my mouth, and I sucked on it, making him groan. He thrust into me harder, and I grabbed his ass, my nails digging in.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips. “Do that again.”
I did, and he started moving harder, faster, changing the angle of his body, so he rubbed my clit, and I broke around him, coming hard and fast. Again. He went rigid above me, cock digging in with a series of short, hard thrusts that had me whimpering and begging him not to stop.
His mouth crushed to mine as he followed me over the edge, and I clung to him, feeling like I might fly away and fade into nothing if I didn’t have him as an anchor.
I was so fucked.
TWENTY-SEVEN
DERRICK
“Don’t drink all my whisky.”
Drew glanced up from the whisky he’d been sipping, opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, then closed it and shook his head.
It was the tenth time he’d done that in the last hour.
“Man, what the fuck?” I asked, annoyed. I hated when he did that, started to say something only to stop, and I had to drag it out of him. I had been looking forward to today and the last thing I wanted to do was deal with one of my best friend’s occasional moods.
Drew shot me a sideways glance. “What?”
“You’ve got one of your looks.” Focusing on my reflection, I adjusted my tie, then checked my hair. The suit I was wearing, that Anamaria had ordered, was dressier than something I would have chosen, but that was exactly why I’d put her in charge of organizing everything. She knew her stuff. Upon asking Anamaria if Jessica had made many changes to the arrangements, she’d given me an odd look and said only her dress had changed.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Drew asked, dragging my thoughts away from what Jessica would be wearing.
The unexpected question had me lifting my gaze from my cufflinks, and I looked at him in the mirror. “Excuse me?”
His blue eyes bore into mine, and he repeated himself, then added, “I just want you to be certain. If you fuck things up…”
“How am I going to fuck things up?” I asked, almost amused.
“She’s a nice woman. I think she might even care about you. And you’re using her.” Drew’s expression was sober.
“She knows none of this is real. She signed a contract.” Annoyed, I turned toward him. “And she gets plenty out of this deal. How am I using her?”
“Have you been upfront about the book?” He folded his arms over his chest. “And what happens if you end up liking her?”
“First off, yes, we’ve talked about the book. Legal drew up our contract so everything’s there in black and white.” I mimicked his pose. “And for your information, Idolike her.”
He scoffed. “You like her ass. Admit it. You like how she looks, and you like fucking her. That’s not the same thing aslikingher. Jessica is not a cynical bastard who thinks every relationship is set to fail, Derrick—and you’re using her to prove your point. Hell, you said you wanted her to fall for you, so you could be in control. And she might just have done that. Although I can’t understand why, that's beside the point. No, the point being, whether you want to acknowledge it or not, this could hurt her. This whole thing could end up crushing her. You better be sure you don’t fuck this whole thing up before you figure out what you’d be giving up.” He tossed back the rest of his drink. “I’ll be waiting in the courtyard.”
I wanted to say something, but I had no idea what. It wasn’t like I had been vague about what I expected from Jess, not at any point. I gave up on the whole ‘make her fall in love with me’ thing months ago. I had her in my bed, after all, and that was enough for me.
Before I could get too into my head, there was a short, sharp knock at the door, and I turned as Amelia came in, wearing a pretty dark green maid of honor dress. Since Jami wasn’t even coming to the wedding – Jessica said she had a family thing, but I doubted it – my sister and Drew were the only people in the wedding party.