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Gripping his cheeks, I bring his mouth to mine and move my hips up and down rapidly. He groans into my mouth, and I moan into his. He spreads my cheeks, and I grind against him. His tongue dances across mine, and I suck his tongue into my mouth.
Our connection becomes heated.
Our movements erratic.
And together, we build until white-hot pleasure bursts through me, seizing my body, making me convulse and contractover his cock with such force that he presses his mouth against my shoulder and bites down before he stills, and I feel him coming inside me.
And he comes hard . . . and long.
His moan carries on until nothing is left inside him.
After a few seconds, his head falls back against the bed, his neck and Adam’s apple exposed as he takes deep breaths.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says as he finally opens his eyes and meets mine.
He smiles adorably and grips the back of my head, bringing me in for a kiss. After a few seconds, he pulls away and says, “You own me, Wylie.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “You fucking own me.”
Chapter Sixteen
LEVI
“What do you want me to do for you today?” Wylie asks from where she’s perched on the counter, wearing one of my shirts and looking disheveled from me running my hands through her hair all night, tugging on it, twisting it over my fist, even running it over my skin, loving the contrast of the red color on my skin.
Last night was . . . Christ, I feel like Jesus walking on water this morning. That’s how amazing it was. Like nothing could penetrate this feeling, this amazing, glorious feeling. And it’s all because of her.
People always say, there’s nothing like love at first sight. Well, there sure as fuck is lust at first sight because I knew it. I knew she’d be perfect for me the moment I saw her. I could feel it deep within me, and last night was evidence of that.
She was playful.
Responsive.
And open to everything.
She took charge but also submitted to me.
And I realized last night that nothing will be better. No one will ever be better. She has ruined me in the best way possible.
“What do I want you to do for me?” I ask as I carry over a cup of coffee to her. “Uh, take naked pictures for me and put them in a book so I have something to take with me on away trips. That’s going to be priority number one.”
She chuckles and pulls me into her with her legs around my waist. She runs her fingers over my scruff and says, “Do you really think I’m going to do that?”
I slip my hands under her shirt and grip her hips. “If you were a good assistant, you would.”
“Doesn’t seem like the kind of task an assistant would do.” Her fingers trail through my hair, and I find myself sighing into her touch. The control this woman has on me is incredible.
“It’s the kind of task I require from you, so if you could get that done, that would be great.”
She chuckles and leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. “I’ll see what I can do.”
I slide my hands up her back. “That’s what I like to hear.”
“In all seriousness, what can I do for you?”
“Make a post or two,” I say, “and then work on your art. Seriously, babe, I don’t need a lot of help, so focus on you.”
“I can’t take your money, Levi, if I’m not doing things for you.”
“Then don’t take it.”
