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“You looked fucking incredible. Is that what you want to hear? You know you’re beautiful. But it broke my brain, sweetheart, to see you in nothing but that lace. To know how easy it would be to slip it to the side…” “Oh.” “Too much?” I shake my head, and his lips curve into a dark smile. “You’re brave tonight. And if you want to be adored, well… I’d adore you. Tell you how pretty you looked, how perfect, in lingerie that no other man but me should see. You had a little pearl hanging between your tits. Did you notice that? Because I did.”
I order food, and while I wait for it to be delivered, I make a call directly to the Fashion Institute’s auction. That emerald dress will be hers.
I don’t want her barely touching her lunch at shoots she doesn’t like doing. I want her here. In my house, with me, eating whatever she wants.
“Sweet girl? You did so well tonight. Getting angry. Crying. Showing me how you really feel.”
Her leg finds its way over mine, and she burrows against me. Like I’m a pillow. The luckiest damn pillow in the world.
“Yes, Calloway, I know I’m safe with you. I can leave if it’s too much. I can throw the covers back over you and kick you out of my bedroom.” He chuckles a little. “That’s my girl.”
“Are they always this big?” I ask him. My fingers just barely wrap around him. The idea of all of this inside me… it makes me ache. “I know you’re inexperienced and it’s wrong of me, but fuck if that isn’t flattering,” he grinds out.
“So you’d say above average, then?” “Of course I would. There’s a pretty girl touching my cock.”
“Yeah. Oh. If you keep going, sweetheart…” “You’re close? Already? I don’t even know what I’m doing.” “Already, she says. As if I haven’t been blue-balled for a week straight, and you’re telling me I’m big and that I make you come so well.” He looks up at the ceiling, his jaw tight. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m close already.”
“Your nipples are hard. Look at you, sweetheart, kneeling beside me. You’re doing so good.”
“Look at you being such a good girl, learning how to please me.”
“Just when I think you can’t make my ego any bigger,” he says. “What do you mean?” “Nothing. You’re pretty as a fucking picture,” he says, “and you just killed me.”
“My brave, beautiful girl. I didn’t know seeing your curiosity would be such a turn-on. But it was. Did it help that I couldn’t move?” “Yes,” I say. The butterflies turn over in my stomach. I love the feeling of them now. We’ve become friends. “But I think you can move the next time.” He kisses my neck. “Thank god.”
“You know what would make me feel better, sweetheart?” “What?” “You, naked on this table,” I say, “and my head between your legs. Can you be good and let me make you come?”
“Lie back for me… Just like that. That’s my girl.”
“Fuck, you’re so pretty. Look at that. Look at you.”
“So fucking perfect. You’re already glistening a bit for me. That’s what I meant, baby. Your body doesn’t lie. Your perfect pussy is honest.”
“Look at you. You’re soaked now.” His voice is hoarse. “I need to taste you. Want to try that, trouble? My mouth on you? We can see if you can come that way, and if not, we can grab your vibrator.”
“That’s it. Let me inside…” He groans. “Fuck, this is my new obsession, your tight pussy around my finger. Pink is absolutely my new favorite color.”
“That’s it. Be a good girl and come around my finger.”
“Of course I do. Do you know what a thrill it is, that I’m the first man you’ve let between your legs? The first man you’ve truly wanted this way? I want to make every single experience earth-shattering for you, to set the bar too high for anyone who comes after me. I want you to be disappointed in them all.”
The pillow I’m tucked against vibrates with a groan. West’s chest.
“Look at that. My perfect girl.” His fingers move between my lips. “You’re already a bit wet, too. Did you get excited out there? Knowing you were sitting out there bare?” I nod. He touches me reverently, expertly, his eyes on every single one of his movements. “Of course you were,” he murmurs. “And you’re being so good, letting me look.” When he brushes over my clit again and I mewl at the sensation, he makes a soft shushing sound. “You have to be quiet, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”
“That’s okay.” “Yeah?” “Mhm. You’re bigger than that vibrator, though.” He groans. It’s a guttural sound, half buried in his throat. “Yes. But it’s good practice. Can you do that for me, sweet girl? Can you practice?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I can do that.”
“It’s all the way in now. You’re doing so good, baby. Seeing your pussy spread like this…”
“You’re angry.” “Yes,” I say. “Funny, isn’t it? You’re the one who taught me how to be angry. Maybe you regret that now.” “No. I will always welcome your fire, Nora. Burn me with it when I deserve it.”
“So we’ve both changed our minds about each other, haven’t we? I’m not the least bit bland.” “I didn’t mean a word of it.” I roll my eyes. “Right. And why would you have said that—” “Because I wanted him to stay away from you.”
“You did so well, sweetheart. Swallowing it all like a good girl.”
“You need to tell me, if you don’t want this.” I smile against his lips. “I’ve been telling you that I do for weeks. Can you please just fuck me?”
“You brought a condom?” I reach for the buckle of his belt. We’re outside. But we’re on his property, beneath his apple trees, with the ocean glittering behind the trunks. There’s nowhere else I want to do this. He watches me pull his belt clean out of the loops. “I’ve been carrying one around since you first asked me to help you.” “You have?” “I knew it was only a matter of time before I caved.”
“Be a good girl and just breathe for me. Can you do that?”
“So? What did you think?” “About having sex?” “Mhm.” “It was okay,” I say, and he groans into my hair. “Nora.” I giggle and sling my leg over his. “You once told me you didn’t have a fragile ego!” “I lied.” “I suspected.” I kiss the skin exposed by the open V of his button-down. “I liked it. A lot, a lot.”
“I had something made for you.” I open the box I’m holding. Inside is a delicate tennis bracelet studded with diamonds. She lifts it out with careful fingers. “Look on the inside.” She turns it over, and then her breath catches. “Be a good girl and get angry,” she reads. “You had it engraved?” “If you ever need a reminder. If I’m not around to tell you to stand up for yourself.” “West, this is…” She holds out her wrist. “Put it on me.”
“Not a pretty little liar anymore, am I?” I smile and step out of his arms. Our hands are still connected. “I’m going to leave first. Come find me.” “Always, trouble.”
“You want to marry me?” “More than anything.” “Tell me. Tell me all the things you want,” I order. He hesitates, glancing out the windows to the stormy night beyond. “It won’t influence my answer. Trust me to be honest.” He looks back at me. “What I want, Nora,” he says, his voice raw, “is for you to stay here forever. For you to be mine. For there to be no more faking between us—not ever. I want you on my arm. I want you wearing my ring. More than anything, I want you happy. I want to see you designing. I want to hear you say no a thousand more times. I want to make you come, and I want to
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“I don’t deserve you, my brave, pretty girl.” He presses kisses to my temple, my cheek, and something feels like it bursts inside me with warmth. “But I’ll always try to. I promise that.” “I promise to be honest with you. And to get angry at you when I need to.” “That’s my girl.” He kisses me slowly, sweetly. Heat runs through my veins and drowns out the sound of the storm raging around us. I lift my lips from his and press a finger to them when he tries to close the distance again. “But Calloway, you still have to propose.” Beneath my finger, his mouth spreads into a wide grin. “Oh, I will.”
She laughs a little. “Thank you for being here.” “Nowhere else I’d be today, trouble.”
