Page 167 of Hide and Keep

For answer, I reach between our bodies, grazing the cock in question. My eyes close on a moan I feel reverberate down to my toes.

I cannot believe he said four inches.

Crue thrusts into my hand, but says, “You know what I need from you first.”

“Condom?” I pretend to guess. “I don’t have one on me but we can—”

“Your eyes. That’s what I need from you. Just look at me and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“But I…”

The back of my knuckles graze against my clit with each pump from Crue, bringing that wave of euphoria closer…

“I…”

And closer…

“I…”

And…

Both our movements frenzied intention, we work together to send the wave crashing over me, dowsing my entire body in a frothy warm haze.

“Jesus, that was…” Crue French-kisses my chest between praises about how hot that was, how good it felt even though only one of our shorts is soaking wet right now.Mine.

When I catch my breath, I finally finish my thought, telling him, “I have been fucked face to face. Maybe we could try another position, one I haven’t been fucked in, so at least when I’m not looking at you, it’s because I can’t.”

Crue’s lower half halts all movement while his forehead drills into my jaw, almost painfully.

“How are you always so fucking infuriating?”

“It’s a talent.” An underrated one at that. You have to have zero shame, incredible restraint, and be able to calculate better than a mathematician.

“Are you on birth control?”

Eyes still shut, I nod.

“Can I nut in you?”

He insists on gazing into my eyes during sex but says things like “Can I nut in you?” One of those things isnothinglike the other, and I just…

Men are so, so confusing.

“Is that what you want, Major?”

His lips come up to tease my ear, and at first his voice is a soft caress, a stroke straight to the flame that is my core. “I want you walking around in your fifteen-hundred-dollar outfits, the perfect image of Daddy’s little princess…”

But then his tone hardens, a bite without the soothing kiss afterward as he spits, “Knowing the cum leaking out of your cunt is from yourdestitutepersonal protection agent.”

See, I could leave it here and let him have the last word. He’s obviously been holding on to this grudge since I called him that in my father’s office. But I’m way too petty, horny, and yeah, infuriating to be the bigger person.

So I correct him with one…whispered…word. “Bodyguard.”

It’s both the wrong and right thing to say. Right because the growl he unleashes is feral and sends a thrill through me.

Wrong because before I know it, he’s scooting back, forcing my ankles to unlock as my shaky legs fall away.

No, don’t go.

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