Serving the Billionaire(30)

“You’re there, aren’t you?” he said, and I was, I was: he knew me better than I knew myself. I was there, and I wanted him to send me over the edge, but I couldn’t, not without his permission, without his words telling me that it was okay.

I whined, high in my throat, the only communication I was capable of at that point. If I could have spoken, I would have babbled praise and pleas, begging him, asking me to finally, finally let me come on his hard cock.#p#分页标题#e#

He rolled his fingers over my clit again, expertly, and said, “Come for me now, Regan.”

I had to obey him. I had no other choice.

It seemed to last for an eon. Whole universes were created and destroyed while I shuddered and clenched around his cock. I squeezed my eyes shut so hard that I saw bright geometric patterns behind my closed eyelids. My pussy throbbed and pulsed, alternately pulling Carter deeper and pushing him out. I had never felt anything like it.

“That’s right,” Carter said, from some distant planet, his fingers still moving on my clit. “You’re being so good for me.”

He thought I was good, and that was all that mattered. I held onto the headboard so hard that my fingertips tingled from the lack of blood, and felt my body respond to Carter Sutton like it had been created for that exact purpose.

My orgasm ended at last, and I sagged to the mattress, hands still curled around the headboard. I couldn’t stay upright anymore. My limbs wouldn’t cooperate.

I felt his hands at the back of my head, untying the blindfold. He drew it away from my face and tossed it onto the floor. Then he drew out of me, and I cried out in wordless protest, already missing the feeling of his cock pressing me open.

“Hush now,” he said. He turned me over, gently, and eased me down onto my back. I squinted in the too-bright light of the bedroom. He was bent over me, a dark shape, and I felt him smoothing my hair off my forehead. I raised my limp arms and clutched at his shoulders.

“I let go,” I said, the only words I could summon.

He laughed softly and kissed my face. “That’s right. I didn’t tell you that you could, did I? I’ll have to punish you for that tomorrow.” He spread my thighs apart and slid back into me, holding himself above my body and rolling his hips slowly. “I’m going to come in your wet pussy, Regan. Would you like that?”

“Yes, yes,” I said, senseless, hungry, and held onto him as his rhythm fell apart. He slammed into me hard, twice, three times, and shuddered against me, panting raggedly, his cock pulsing inside of me as he came.

I lost track of time after that. I think I dozed off, and when I woke again, briefly, he was cleaning me with a warm cloth; and then he was rolling me onto my side and curling his body around me, turning off the light, and saying, “Sleep now.”

I slept.





Chapter 7


I woke from a comfortable dream about swimming pools and opened my eyes. I was in Carter’s bed, the duvet carefully tucked around my shoulders. I turned over, lazily reaching for him, but he wasn’t there. The bed was empty. I was alone.

I got up and dressed in my clothes from the night before, and then went in the bathroom to make sure I didn’t look too horrifying. My hair was a disaster, but I was able to smooth it down with some water and twist it into a respectable knot. With my coat on, I would look like every professional woman in Manhattan. Nobody would be able to tell that I was doing the walk of shame after the single hottest experience of my life.

God. The way he’d touched me, the way he’d laughed, low and pleased, when I begged him—

I closed my eyes. I couldn’t think about it now. I had to go home, and shower, and get ready for work.

It was hard to believe that in a few hours I’d be back at the club, serving drinks like nothing had happened. My universe had been upended. The world had changed. And there was no evidence of it, aside from the spectacular love-bite blooming in the hollow of my throat.

I adjusted my collar to hide the bruise. Slather on enough concealer and nobody would notice. Maybe I would wear a turtleneck, just to be safe.

I took a deep breath. My reflection looked just the way it always did. Nobody would be able to tell that I had been transformed.

I gathered my coat and purse and left the bedroom. I only vaguely remembered the layout of the apartment from the night before, but the hallway led me directly into the main room of the apartment, a large, open space filled with sunlight.

And Carter was there, sitting at the table, laptop open, a coffee mug at one elbow. He was already dressed, his suit jacket hanging from the back of his chair. My breath caught. I hadn’t thought—well, I hadn’t let myself think. I didn’t expect him to still be there, because it was better not to expect anything, and then always be pleasantly surprised.