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Graham doesn’t hesitate. The second I move against him, he fucks into me hard, then harder. Between his fingers and his body, I’m drowning in pleasure.
“Oh,” I gasp. “Oh, oh?—”
“Come on my cock,” he orders in a breathy tone at the shell of my ear. “That’s what I want for the rent.”
That statement alone nearly makes me come undone. I think about how I’m a little whore for him. How the perverse act is a fantasy come to life.
I let out another moan and come undone. My fingernails scrape against the couch cushions as I try to brace myself.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises me as he rides through my orgasm.
With one broad hand on my lower back, he comes inside of me. I can feel every bit of his heat pulsing inside me. Everywhere. Holy shit. My eyes widen as I’m brought back down from the highest of highs.
His thrusts slow, but it’s a long minute before he pulls out and helps me up.
As he offers me his hand when my legs take a moment to stabilize, I can hardly believe it’s done. He kept his word. It was a quick fuck. A damn good quick fuck that left me wanting more.
“That was,” I start to tell him and have to catch my breath as he hands me my shirt. “That was really good.”
My eyes meet his and I catch his smirk. “You were incredible,” he tells me, and I have to look away as I dress myself. A mix of emotions swarms over me.
“Do you need anything?” he asks, and I only shake my head.
He puts himself back together, faster than I could have imagined. His eyes burn over my body, and I wonder for an instant what he’s hiding behind them. “Don’t worry about the five hundred dollars. We’re even.”
Graham Maxwell sees himself out of my apartment but not before turning and telling me that if I need anything at all not to hesitate to ask.
Technically, it’shisapartment. He’s the man who owns this building and has the power to kick me out if I don’t pay rent, and he’s also the man I’ve just had sex with to cover the shortfall.
Oh my God. I’ve just had sex with the owner of the building to pay the rent.
Did I…like that?
Did Iloveit?
I still feel buzzed from the way he fucked me, his strokes deep and possessive. It’s been a long time since I was with a man who took me like that. He took me like he owned me and fucked the shit out of me. That’s exactly what Graham did. I don’t think iteverhappened that way with Kevin, or any of my other exes for that matter.
My heart races. Graham isn’t even in the room anymore, and I’m still feeling the effects.
I sweep up the clothes from the living room floor and walk on shaky legs to the bathroom where I toss them into the hamper. I turn on the shower without thinking, wait for the water to get hot, and climb in.
“I just paid the rent with sex,” I say out loud, just to test it out.
My whole body feels like it’s blushing, but I don’t feel ashamed.
Should I feel ashamed?
No, right? I didn’t do anything wrong. Two consenting adults. A business arrangement sort of…for rent.
“Oh, God, Ilovedit,” I admit to the empty shower.
They’re really two separate things. I needed to come up with five hundred dollars for this month’s rent, and I needed to get over Kevin. I’ve spent months in a panic, trying to find a job and failing, waking up all night freaking out about the future.
I wondered if I could have done something else to make us work. But it wasn’tmein the end. It was him. He found someone else, cheated for months, and left once I found out. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too. I’m still not over the heartache entirely, mostly because it proves just how naive I am.
It’s hard to feel hung up on past mistakes after the way Graham touched me though.
Mr. Maxwell?