Page 182 of Handsome Devil
I’d never thought I’d love it like I just did.
Like I did last night, on my knees on his floor, as he fucked me for the first time and I gave into it.
Like I did last night, when I knelt at his feet and he unloaded molten streams of come onto my face.
His gaze drifted down, over my wet pussy. Then he drifted his finger over me there, and I shivered.
He met my eyes as he lifted his finger to my mouth. My lips fell open, entranced. He stroked his finger into my mouth and I licked it off automatically, tasting us both.
Then we just stared at each other for a long moment as something scarily raw, naked and intimate passed between us.
Then he pulled up his sweatpants and adjusted his half-hard dick, which was probably sopping with my juices.
“I’ll be back to make you coffee,” he said.
Then he walked out of the room and left me sitting on his counter, a naked, dripping mess.
“Wake up. Fucking mayday. Best friend SOS.”
I closed myself into Dane’s office while he was showering at the other end of the penthouse, and called Katie. I didn’t even bother showering, yet. Just cleaned up a bit and found my panties and stumbled in here.
And as soon as she picked up, I got straight to it. “This is a BFF Code Red. Please tell me you have time for this.”
“Of course I do,” Katie said, sounding sleepy, and I thanked the Lord for letting me get her on the phone. She was somewhere down the west coast right now, maybe California? So at least we were in the same time zone. But soon the Dirty tour would be heading over to the Philippines, Australia, New Zealand… Who knew how well we’d be able to connect then. I almost panicked just thinking about it. “Are you okay?” she asked me. “Where are you?”
“I’m at the penthouse. We did it. We did the devil’s dance.”
“What?”
“Dane stormed the castle,” I told her, pacing. “It was gland-to-gland combat. Assault with a friendly weapon.”
“What?”
“The dirty deed, Katie! We did the nasty. The wild thing. Do I need to start singing Tone-Loc?”
“Ohhh. You hadsex.”
“Not just sex.” I flopped into the chair behind Dane’s desk. “We did the bedroom rodeo, bareback. On the living room floor. And in the shower. And I’m pretty sure his kitchen counter is now going to need an industrial scouring.”
“Oh. Yummy.”
“Not yummy. I just had the best sex of my life with a man I’m supposed to hate. Oh, and I’m married to him.Help me.”
“Um… Well…”
“What do Ido, Katie??”
“I don’t know! I’m just waking up. Okay, wait. Why are you supposed to hate him again?”
“Because he’s everything I hate! He’s privileged and entitled and mean and cold and couldn’t give a fuck about my agency. He’s using me, Katie. He said so from day one. He proposed to me and married me so he could use me.”
“Then why did you have sex with him?”
“Katie! You’re fucking terrible at this.Help me.I always help you.”
“I know, but you’re never the one falling apart. I’m not prepared for this.”
I took a breath. She was right. This was not like me. Not at all.
