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Quickly unsnapping her jeans, I dipped my fingers into her panties and let her nipple go with a pop, so I could taste my drenched fingers.

“Fuck, your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. I could eat it for hours. You’re so wet, I’d never go hungry again.” My words and the slight thrust of my hips caused her to cry out, and I was lost. “I fucking need you. Now.”

I dropped her legs to the ground and spun her around to face the window. “Hands on the glass, baby.” I grasped the waist of her pants and dragged it down and off one leg. Standing again, I pulled out my cock and used a foot to kick her legs apart. My palm pressed down on her upper back, the other slipping around to pull her hips toward me and tilt them up.

The sight was fucking beautiful. My girl spread out for me, her delicious ass in the air, the stars and mountains just beyond her.

“Are you on the pill?” I asked. She nodded and I grunted with satisfaction. Although, we’d be remedying that as soon as she signed the paper making her mine, permanently.

“I’m going in bare, baby. I’m clean and there will be nothing between us. Ever.”

“Yes, I need to feel you,” she whimpered.

That was all I needed to hear. I’d felt how ready she was for me, so I lined up my cock and drove into her pussy, bottoming out in one thrust, “Oh, fuck! You feel good.”

I pulled back and gripped her hips tightly, then plunged in again and again, the rhythm gaining speed each time.

“Your pussy is mine, Elisa. Do you hear me? That ring brands you. Squeeze me, baby. Show me how much you want that too. Yes!”

“Brysen!” she yelled, “Oh! I’m—I’m coming!”

My left hand smoothed up her arm until my fingers threaded through hers and the ring dug into the skin of my palm. I felt the telltale tingle at the base of my spine and my balls drew up tight—I was almost there. Reaching down, I found her hard little clit and on the next thrust, pinched it.

She screamed my name as her body convulsed in the throes of her orgasm. I followed her with a shout, pouring every bit of myself into her. Shudders wracked my body as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

As our heartbeats calmed and the aftershocks began to dissipate, I lifted her torso so I could press her back to my front and sprinkled kisses along her neck and shoulders.

“Fucking amazing,” I murmured.

“Yeah.”

I laughed softly at her simple response.

Turning her around, I finished removing our clothes before sweeping her into my arms and walking toward the bedroom. A glowing fireplace lit the room. Scattered rose petals rested on the bed and floor, and a bottle of champagne chilled in a silver ice bucket.

“Wow,” she breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

Turned out, I didn’t need all the trappings to seduce her, but I still would have done it. I would do anything for her.





Chapter 8


Elisa


When I woke up the next morning, my head felt fuzzy, like I’d had too much to drink. Only, I’d barely touched my scotch the night before and had stuck with water after that. I’d been over-served all right, but not by the bartender. I had Brysen to thank for the aches, pains, and bleary eyes. This wasn’t a hangover, it was an orgasmover—one I’d fully earned as an eager participant in Brysen’s seduction. All. Night. Long. What he’d started against the cold, hard glass of the living room windows, he’d finished in the soft, rose petal covered bed. Six times, by my last count.

With the bright light of day shining through the bedroom window and Brysen’s arm flung over my stomach, it was hard to ignore the craziness of the situation I found myself in. He had been my client for three weeks, my fake boyfriend for one day, and my fake fiancé for a night. Or maybe he was my real fiancé now. He’d swept me off my feet so quickly, I wasn’t certain which way was up or where exactly I stood with him. The only things I knew for sure were I responded to him like I’d never done with any other man—physically, mentally, and maybe even emotionally—and I wanted the chance to explore where this was going.

As I twisted in his arms and took in the masculine beauty spread out next to me, I knew I’d have to be insane to consider walking away from Brysen. For some crazy reason, he’d set his sights on me. For this weekend at least, I intended to take full advantage of the opportunity. Including a thorough exploration of his naked body—with my tongue. He’d raved about how much he enjoyed my taste, now was my chance to return the favor.

Moving slowly, not wanting to wake him quite yet, I slid out from under his arm and trailed my fingers delicately over his collarbone before drifting down to his nipples. The puckered flesh called to me and I bent my head to blow on them gently. Brysen shifted on the bed with a low moan and I held my breath. When his eyes remained closed, I gave each of his nipples a quick lick and then continued down his body, licking and sucking along the way. I lightly swirled my tongue around his belly button, stopping when I felt the muscles tighten. I peeked up his body again, and this time, I found his eyes open and his gaze on me.