“Why do you roll your eyes at me so much?”
My hand rubs soothing circles around her cheek as I wait for her response.
She looks over her shoulder. “Because you piss me off.”
I swing my hand back a foot and slam it forward, the crack of the contact echoing around us.
A soft grunt escapes her mouth. I offer her another couple of soothing rubs along her cheek, which is now slightly pink.
The evidence of what my hand just did makes my dick grow even harder. “Are you sure you want to defy me like that?” I ask.
A small smile spreads across her face. “I’ll do what I want. What are you gonna do about it?”
I slap her cheek harder this time. Hard enough that my handprint makes an immediate mark. Her moan is louder, etched with pain.
The need to fuck her is overwhelming. I rid myself of my clothes, my dick bobbing in front of me, begging to slide into the slick pussy that’s only inches away.
I grip her hips and lean down to whisper in her ear, “If you don’t stop with that attitude, maybe I should fuck it out of you.”
She wiggles her ass against me. She is always trying to one-up me. I give her ass one last slap for good measure, then slide into her before she’s finished reacting, drawing out another scream.
“That’s right, baby. I’ll overwhelm you the same way you do to me. Every damn day of my life, I’m overwhelmed by what you make me feel.”
I didn’t plan on admitting those words, but now they hang in the air between us.
Fuck. She feels good. Every time I pull out, I crave being inside of her. Deeper. Harder. Closer.
She’s not supposed to mean this much to me. It wasn’t supposed to get this far. We wanted to satisfy a craving. But this? This is fucking worship.
The way she sounds when she moans my name is enough to make me come. I should slow down. I should take it easy on her, but I don’t want to. I want to ruin her for anyone else.
God, she’s perfect. She’s mine. Even if no one can know it.
I curse and moan as I explode inside of her, unable to hold anything back. Her pussy molds around me as she screams through her release.
There is so much that hasn’t been said, neither of us willing to admit we have moved past what we agreed upon.
One thing is clear: the satisfaction I thought I would fulfill is far from scratching the surface. It’s only opened something inside of me that I didn’t know existed.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Eva
Ilook around my room in a panic. I’m supposed to be leaving for Paris in the morning with the man I have absolutely fallen in love with. The same man who made me agree to no feelings.
What the hell am I doing?
Spending a couple of nights in the City of Love isn’t going to make it any easier to keep my feelings separate.
A loud knock on the door brings instant relief.
“Oh, thank God,” I mutter to myself as I run to the front to open it.
Jessie walks in, quickly following me back to my bedroom, holding a large overnight bag.
“All right. Let’s get you packed. I’ve brought some great options for you. I thought about giving you some of my lingerie. I know we’re close, but I’m not sure anyone should be that close.”
“Yeah, I’ll pass on the lingerie. I just need you to pack for me. I can’t even think straight.”