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Charlie

I wash Bailey’s hair, rubbing her scalp in slow, soothing circles. Her little moans of pleasure make my cock hard again and it’s not long before it’s rubbing against her back.

“God, you have the sex drive of a demon,” she scoffs, though she tries to hide a smile. I bend down, placing a kiss to the hollow where her neck meets her shoulder and she lets out a soft sigh.

While I comb conditioner through her hair with my fingers, my mind’s stuck on the possibility of this thing between us ending soon. When we made the deal, I thought this would be a couple weeks thing, tops, but it’s turned into so much more than that.

I want her around too fucking much. Constantly. I want her in my bed, in my kitchen cooking with me. I want to watch her sleep and hold her when she cries. Me. Hold a woman when she cries? I’ve always run the other way.

What the fuck has she done to me ?

I want to ruin her for any other man. I want her to only be able to come for me. I’ve never been a possessive asshole, but here I am, thinking of ways that I can keep the one thing I said I would give up. She wants to learn, explore, get to do all the things she couldn’t do when she was with that scummy asshole. How the fuck would I be any better if I stood in her way?

So, I’ll have to find a way to give her up.

“Can I wash you, too?” she asks timidly, her eyes drifting up my body until they land on mine. I hand her the soap, steeling myself against the feeling of her fingertips dancing over my skin . . .

She lathers her hands, running them up over my shoulders, down to my pecs and then lower to my abs. She takes her time, like I had, though her featherlight touches send goosebumps up the back of my neck. I turn around and she washes my back. When I turn back around, she looks unsure.

“Lower.”

She bites her lip, getting more soap and then moving lower. She washes around my cock, careful not to touch it, like it might fall off if she gets too close. The first graze of her hands on my balls has me feeling like I’m going to explode. It’s like electricity is coursing through my body, straight to my dick.

She looks up at me through her lashes, before taking me in her soaped-up hand and stroking me from base to tip.

I let out a groan and lean my forehead against hers. She reaches up on her tiptoes and her lips lightly brush over mine.

Fuck . . .

“Can I kiss you?” she whispers, still stroking me.

Without hesitation, I take her face in my hands, kissing her like I need to. God knows it feels that way. She tastes like sunshine, the ocean, and everything good in this world. When she moans into my mouth, I take the chance to slip my tongue inside. My chest swells and I violently fight not to tell her I want to forget about the deal.

When I can’t take anymore, I cut the shower and grab a towel. Hastily, I dry her off and wrap a towel around each of us, before tugging her to the bedroom.

She jumps into my arms and I pull her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist. Our mouths collide and her towel falls, baring herself to me. My heart burns, begging for her to open herself up to me. She takes my face in her hands, pulling me so close I can barely breathe, but I fucking love it.

“Fuck me,” she breathes against my lips and I lose my composure.

I turn and drop her to the bed, kneeling over her.

“So greedy,” I drawl, licking a line up the center of her stomach, to the bottom of her breast. “Feel how fucking soaked you are for me?”

I slide two fingers inside her and her head falls back against the bed, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

Ocean eyes snap back to mine, though hooded with pleasure when I rub over the dark spot inside her that makes her come faster than anything.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise, sliding over her and positioning myself at her entrance.

“Please, Charlie,” she begs, but it’s cut off when I slide in the first inch. She cries out, digging her nails into my shoulders and arching her back, allowing me to slide in deeper.

A deep rumble of appreciation leaves me as I pull back and slide back in to the hilt.

“Fucking made for me,” I grumble, leaning in and suckling on the flesh below her ear. She surges underneath me, her legs tightening around my hips.

I fuck her so hard I fear there will be bruises on her inner thighs in the morning, but she takes it, begging for more. This fucking woman can handle anything I can throw at her and it scares me. It scares me that I could fuck this up and send her running. I know I can’t give her what she needs, but goddamn, do I want that?

“Come to the rehearsal with me tomorrow.” It’s not a question. It’s a demand. The sudden urge to let the world know she’s off limits is consuming me. Taking her to the party tomorrow will show everyone just what I want.

“We’re already both going,” Bailey points out, moving her hips in frustration when I slow my pace. I pull back and fuck her slow and so hard that she scoots up the bed.

I take her hands and lift them above her head, pinning them to the mattress. “Say you’ll come with me. I’m not letting you come until you do.”

She laughs, but the breathy sound is cut short because I bend down, nipping at her lips and then running my tongue over them to soothe the pain.

“Charlie,” she complains, her head thrashing against the comforter. She arches under me, trying to get some leverage. It does nothing for her, but her breasts press to my chest, her nipples hard points. I stoop down and nip at one, drawing a pained cry from her. “You’re disturbed,” she pants, eyes narrowed and her breathing ragged. “Do it again.”

My dirty, kinky girl. I chuckle, repeating the movement on the other side, laving at the hardened peak with my tongue after.

“Say it, Bailey, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“What about your family? Our friends?” she asks, tears of pleasure leaking out of the corners of her eyes. A sheen of sweat covers her collarbone. Her hair is matted to her face.

“Everyone already knows. Say it.”

I pause, completely seated inside her and she whimpers, her body too full.

“Jesus Christ, yes! I’ll go with you.”

“Good girl.”

I roll her until she’s above me and set my hands on her hips, guiding her. I let her control the rhythm, allowing her to grind on me. Her eyes close, but I don’t stop her. Watching her make herself come on my cock is the sexiest goddamned thing I’ve ever fucking seen. In a matter of seconds, she’s tightening around me, collapsing on top of me as she comes with vehemence.

I kiss her everywhere I can reach. Her jaw, her cheeks, her mouth. She shudders, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rolling through her.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, taking her face in my hands. I circle my hips inside me, my cock fucking painfully hard.

“Yes,” she breathes without hesitation.

I roll her off of me and onto her stomach. I reach for the set of gym shorts I left the other night and slide them on .

“Stay just like this. Don’t move.”

“Where are you going?” she asks, her big eyes watching me.

“Stay, sweetheart.”

I sneak out of house and into my own, quickly grabbing the shopping bag I picked up before work.

When I enter Bailey’s room, her glorious ass is still pointed in the air, her ankles crossed. She looks back at me as I lock the door and step out of my gym shorts.

“What are we going to do?” I can taste the fear in her voice.

“I want to do something for you.” My voice is thick and gruff. I empty the bag on the bed beside her and her eyes widen at the lube.

“Are you sure?” she asks, looking almost worried.

It feels like someone punched me in the chest.

“If you want to stop at all, you know what to say.”

She draws her bottom lip between her teeth, her brows knitted together. I wait for her to disagree and tell me I’m crazy. She responded so well to my tying her up that I thought doing this, helping her enjoy it, would erase some of that fear she still has.

“Okay,” she nods, shooting me a look of tenacity.

“Bailey, I want to make sure you want this.”

Slowly, she raises on her knees, slipping her fingers over my chest to pull my face down to hers. She kisses me once before pulling back.

“I do. Just tell me what to do.”

I run my tongue over my teeth, eyeing her.

“Lay down and open your legs for me.”

She does just that, spreading herself open and I’m almost too enraptured with her to move. The window behind the bed bathes her body in moonlight, making her look almost ethereal, like I’ve captured an angel.

I lean down, sliding my tongue from her ass to her clit. “Charlie,” she scolds, but with the next stroke she’s arching back into me.

Pulling back, I take the lube and pour some in my fingers, wetting my cock and then through the crevice of her ass. Her eyes go wide and she shakes her head, but her body opens for me, allowing me to slip in. I massage the tight ring of muscles and use my other hand to roll her clit around.

She’s completely still, small whimpers leaving her throat while she grips the comforter below her. I search her face for any sign that she wants to stop, but after the initial shock of feeling me there, her eyes start to go hazy and her breathing shallows.

When she arches into my hand, I slip another finger in.

My breathing is ragged, my heart racing. “How does that feel?” I ask, testing her by sliding out and back in.

She nods, licking her dry lips.

“Words, baby. Let me hear them.”

“It feels . . . full.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. It feels good.”

Fuck me . . .

I work my fingers inside her again, opening her up so she can take me. It’s not long before her hips are rolling to meet my fingers and little whimpers that go straight to my cock are slipping out of her mouth .

“I’m going to fuck you,” I grit, removing my fingers. “Think you can take it?” I raise up over her and nestle between her thighs.

“Is it going to hurt?” she asks, watching where I align myself at the tight ring.

“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure it feels good.” Leaning down, I press my lips to her shoulder as I slip in, allowing the muscles to adjust to me.

Bailey lets out a deep moan against my lips and I groan as the first inch slips inside. I’ve never been a man who needed anal. It’s great and all, but I couldn’t care less either way. This is about Bailey, giving her back something that was taken from her by making it feel good.

And fuck, does it feel good.

“So fucking tight,” I rasp, easing back in, giving her more of me. “You’re squeezing me like a glove.”

I work myself into her slowly, barely holding onto my self-control so I don’t hurt her. She stretches around me, her eyes pinched together.

“Relax, baby,” I tell her, leaning down and nipping at the flesh over the pulse point in her neck. I reach between us and roll her clit in slow, even circles that match the thrust of my hips and her look of pain turns to one of lust.

“God, it feels like you’re ripping me in half,” she breathes, digging her nails into my shoulder.

I work her up to a steady rhythm, building pressure as I continue my assault on her clit. I manage to work myself inside her until there’s nothing left of me to give and my muscles vibrate from holding myself back for so long .

“Charlie, harder,” she groans, tugging at the hardened peaks of her nipples. It’s enough to take my breath away and I move faster, pushing her harder. I’m barely holding onto my self-control. It takes everything I have to not fuck her as hard as I can.

She’s begging for it, begging me to fuck her harder, faster, but I know she can’t take it. Not this time. We’ll have to work her up to it, because I’ll fucking lose my mind if this is the last time.

In a rush to stave off my impending orgasm, I grip her hips in my hands and flip her until she’s on her hands and knees. When I spear back into her, she lurches forward on the bed, placing both hands to the headboard to right herself.

“I’m going to come, Bailey,” I pant. “I need you to come first.”

“Oh God,” she moans when this new angle allows me to slip deeper inside her.

Her ass tightens around me and I feverishly work her clit. She’s moving her hips back to meet my thrusts now, practically crying from pleasure.

“Please . . . please . . . please . . .” she begs over again over again, burying her face in the pillow below her.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.”

Then everything tightens around me and she stills, her body going ridged below mine. Her ass clenching down on me when she comes is enough to send me over the edge.

“ Fuck. ” I come harder than I ever have before, biting my tongue to keep from cursing loud enough the entire town can hear me.

Bailey shudders below me when I come back to Earth and I gently ease myself out of her. She collapses on to her belly, her head on the pillow. Sweat dots her brow and I plant kisses along her jaw.

“God, I feel like I could sleep for weeks now.”

I chuckle, sliding out of bed to get a washcloth. I clean her as gently as possible so I don’t hurt her.

“Was it good or bad?” I ask, tossing the rag in the laundry hamper.

Her eyes meet mine, watching me as I slip into bed beside her. She looks tired, her eyes drooping.

“Good. Thank you . . . for, you know.”

I raise a brow at her. “Giving you the best anal experience of your life?”

She shakes her head, but smiles. I know I’m the only one she wants to remember. If that gave her something, helped her forget anything, I’ll do it a hundred times more until she doesn’t remember a single fucking thing about that night.

“Can we make breakfast tomorrow?” She asks, her voice sleepy.

My lips quirk and I bend down, placing a kiss to her lips.

“I think I can clear my schedule.”

“Good. Will you hold me?”

I reach for her and she buries her head in my shoulder It’s not long before I hear the deep, slow sounds of her breathing. I look at her, drinking her in. I don’t know how much time I have left with her, but I know it can’t be long.

Sooner or later, she’s going to hate me and these happy memories will be a thing of the past.

Two days. Two days to make the most of what’s left of our deal.