Page 161 of The Contract

She shatters around me, and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing in the world.

Her body trembles, her silent scream caught in her throat as she drenches my tongue.

I groan into her, lapping up everything she gives me, holding her against my mouth, working her through it, not stopping until she’s twitching, gasping, her body going limp against me.

Slowly, I ease her down, pressing soft, lingering kisses against her trembling inner thighs.

She collapses against my chest, still breathless, her heart pounding.

I reach for my phone, grabbing it from where it landed on the mattress, and press it back to my ear.

Marcus is still fucking going, and I smirk against the silky strands of her hair.

“I’ll be in the office soon,” I say, my voice low and gruff, before adding, “Right after I finish my breakfast.”

Elena groans, swatting my chest as I hang up.

I grin against her, gripping her ass possessively, pulling her closer.

“That was so fucking mean,” she mutters, still catching her breath.

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her hip. “And you fucking loved it.”

She doesn’t argue.

Because we both know the truth.

I shift, rolling her onto her back, caging her beneath me as I kiss my way up her body.

“Now shut up,” I murmur against her lips, “because I’m going back for seconds.”

Damien left about twenty minutes ago, but my body still hums with the aftershocks of our night and morning together.

God, that man loves to eat my pussy.

He made me come twice more on his tongue before giving me a proper fucking—my hands gripping the headboard, his fist tangled in my hair, the other branding my hip as he drove into me from behind.

He pushed my torso down, lifted my hips higher, and thrust deep until I shattered around him, screaming his name into the dark satin sheets.

Even after, he lingered. Tempted.

I tried to keep him in bed, my fingers teasing across his chest, my lips brushing his jaw, coaxing him into another round.

But he only smirked against my mouth, shaking his head as he whispered, “Nothing but fucking trouble.”

And then, because he couldn’t help himself, he swirled his tongue around my nipple, pressed one last open-mouthed kiss against my pussy, and groaned as he tore himself away.

“Fuck me, Elena,” he muttered on his way out, half to me, half to himself. “This is going to be the longest fucking day of my life.”

He mumbled as he disappeared down the hallway.

I’ve been lying in his bed ever since, wrapped in the warmth of his scent, the sheets still tangled around my body as I lazily scroll through my phone.

I’m not really seeing anything, my mind going back to last night—to every touch and kiss. The warmth of his arms around me and how it feels to completely disappear in his embrace.

A message pops up.

DAMIEN: Have dinner with me tonight?

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