Page 62 of Wreck Me

‘Until you get your deal done and I graduate.’ She turns slowly, her teeth digging into her bottom lip.

‘You know, I might need you to hang around for the next acquisition as well, just in case.’ My lips brush over hers and electricity short circuits between us.

Where the fuck did that come from?

‘Sorry, James. There’s an entire world out there and I’m determined to see it.’

Ouch. We both know there’s an expiry date on this thing, but when she says it like that, it’s like a kick to the crotch.

But that’s the arrangement—until graduation. What did I expect?

Her hands reach for the hem of her dress. She tugs it up and over her head, exposing inch after inch of taut olive skin. It’s only been minutes since I last laid eyes on it, but it feels like a lifetime ago.

‘I could look at you all day long.’ I cup her pussy and she moans. ‘As much as I love the stockings, I want to see you naked.’

‘What about what I want?’ she whispers breathily. Wild eyes roam over my torso and lower.

‘What do you want?’ I growl.

‘I want to see you. I want to touch you. And I want to drive you over the edge.’

I don’t say that she already has. That I’m cancelling meetings to prioritise making her come.

I tear off my top, kick off my sweatpants, and slide myunderwear down my thighs while she watches on, transfixed. ‘Get in the tub.’

She sheds her shoes and stockings and climbs in, giving me a decadent view in the process. I step in beside her, sinking to the ledge seat beneath the bubbles. The tub is big enough for eight, but even eight inches between us is too much.

I turn off the taps and reach for her, my palms settling on either hip. She’s weightless beneath the water as I pull her onto my thighs, facing me. Her knees rest on either side of my waist. She’s far enough back from my cock that it doesn’t touch her. But fuck, does it want to.

Her chestnut brown hair cascades over her shoulders, the ends grazing the top of her perfect tits. She’s like a goddamn goddess on my lap.

She grinds herself against my thighs as the steam swirls between us.

‘You’re a natural, Scarlett. Sensuality oozes from you.’ I rest my head against one of the bath's cushioned headrests and skim my hands over her hips, and upwards, until I’m cupping her breasts and rolling those twin peaks between my fingers.

She tuts and swats my hand away. ‘This is supposed to be about you, remember?’ Her hands reach for my cock beneath the water. Her grip is tentative at first, shy almost. I place a hand over hers, moving her to where I want her and squeezing. Every nerve ending in my body ignites. Keeping my hand over hers, I guide her into a languid rhythm.

Her features knit into an expression of sheer concentration which only makes her more fucking alluring. ‘Is that okay?’ she asks as she pumps my length.

‘It's more than okay, sweetheart. It’s fucking perfect.’ I raise my hips and lift my cock out of the water so she can see exactly what she’s doing to me.

‘You’re huge.’ Her eyes are wider than dinner plates. She watches transfixed as precum leaks from my tip. The sight of her balancing on my thighs, working my cock so perfectly with her dainty hands, sets the pressure building in my balls.

‘You’re so good at that. I’m so close to coming all over your hands,’ I warn her in a gritty tone. My muscles are tight from holding back with everything I’ve got.

Fire blazes over every inch of my skin and I’m teetering on the edge of oblivion. She arches higher over me, so her breasts are just inches above my cock and her hands. ‘Come for me,’ she whispers like a plea or a prayer, and I’m gone, spiralling over the edge.

An animalistic moan rumbles from my ribcage. My hips jerk upwards. Cum propels all over her breasts and her stomach. It’s the most stunning sight I’ve ever seen.

A grin of sheer pleasure splits her lips. Her hand travels to her breasts as she dips a finger in the sticky liquid clinging to her skin. When she brings it to her mouth and licks, I realise I might just be looking at my future wife.

Which is fucking terrifying, considering up until roughly ten seconds ago, the thought of tying myself to someone forever isn't one I’ve ever been comfortable with.

Chapter Thirty-One

SCARLETT

After our impromptu hot tub shenanigans, I expected James to disappear back into his office. Instead, to my surprise, he orders sushi takeout and insists Rosa and Tim join us in the dining room. It almost feels like a double date.

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