Page 50 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

His request made me nervous, being on display for him like that. I didn’t even know how to do what he asked. But I didn’t want to displease him, and that’s how I knew I was lost.

I crawled up his body, pausing to kiss him in places like he’d done to me. I wanted to see how he would react. When my lips dragged across his abs, and he shivered, I smiled against him. He was giving me free rein, and I kind of liked it.

I straddled his hips and positioned myself against his cock. It lay hot and heavy against his belly, and I had the strangest urge to rub against it. So I did.

When I slid my arousal against him, he groaned. It spurred me on, and for a while I just enjoyed rocking back and forth along his length, teasing him for a change.

“Jesus,” he rasped. “For someone so innocent, you know how to drive me crazy.”

I grinned, and he clutched at my waist. “Let me inside of you, Brighton.”

His voice was desperate, pleading. And I had no choice but to put him out of his misery. I fisted his arousal in my hand and guided him inside of me.

A strangled noise left his throat when I rolled my hips back and forth, and his head fell back against the pillow. God, he was beautiful. A beautiful monster.

I had to touch his face, I couldn’t help myself. My fingers feathered over his jaw, and he turned to the side and sucked them into his mouth. I whimpered, and he rocked his hips up to greet me.

He took my fingers from his mouth and guided them down to my clit.

“Play with yourself,” he ordered. “I want to watch.”

I did as he asked, closing my eyes, so I didn’t feel like I was on display. I was still grinding my hips against him, and he was allowing me to set the pace. His hands strummed over my body, touching all of his favorite places. My breasts, my throat, my lips.

I shattered around him again, and he pulled me forward and started to thrust into me at his own pace.

“Mark me,” he whispered on a ragged breath.

I didn’t ask how. It was an automatic response. I was quickly learning I’d do anything when he sounded that way. Like I was making him lose control.

I nuzzled into his shoulder and then bit down. He hissed in a breath of air, followed by a long, pained groan as he flooded my belly with warmth.

“Fuck, Brighton.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. “What are you doing to me?”

***

When I woke up, I was still splayed across Ryland’s chest. He hadn’t even moved me. His hand was stroking my lower back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

We were cuddling.

It was surreal. It was completely insane. And yet, I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.

“What are you thinking?” he asked in a sleepy voice.

There was a beat of silence before complete nonsense burst from my mouth. “I want to know more about you.”

I didn’t know where it had come from. And it had the immediate effect of making him stiffen beneath me, so I hurried to explain.

“Anything you want to share,” I amended.

He relaxed a little and started to stroke me again. “Like what?”

“Like… how did you come to be Ryland Bennett, CEO?”

It was good a place as any to start.

Ryland was quiet for a moment, and he didn’t take his eyes off the ceiling.

“My father was a businessman,” he explained. “I always admired him for it, for how hard he worked. But the truth was, he was too soft. He didn’t have the heart to do business. You have to be able to dissociate on some level, and he couldn’t do that. So his business failed.”

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