Page 133 of A Duet of Darkness and Dreams

“Think you could wake me up the right way?” she says against my lips. She sits up, the sheets falling to reveal her naked body. My cock twitches at the stunning sight of the woman on top of me.

“If you want to be fucked awake, Disco Girl,” I say as I reach over to grab a condom from the nightstand, “I’m happy to oblige.”

She takes the packet from my hand and kisses me again. Then, in a way that’s utterly erotic, she rolls the condom on me and slowly lowers herself on my cock.

Her lips part as she seats herself, and my jaw clenches as I try my hardest not to thrust upward and fill her completely. Watching her face while we fuck is quite possibly the best goddamn thing on the planet. My fingertips press into her hips, but then I remember the bruises from last night and pull my hands away.

Eyes opening, she looks down at me as her hips roll torturously over mine. “What’s wrong?” she asks.

I groan as her pussy clenches around me. “Just—don’t want to hurt you.”

She grabs my hands and places them on her hips once more. “You didn’t. Don’t worry, I’m not fragile.” She punctuates her words by sinking down on my cock.

“Fuck, Izzy,” I moan.

She inches up my dick again. “I love it when you throw me around,” she gasps out, grabbing my hands and interlacing her fingers with mine.

My balls tighten and my breathing shallows. “Yeah?”

I go to turn, to toss her onto her back and fuck her into the mattress, but she tightens her grip on my hands. My brow furrows but she just smiles. “But I also love riding you, so I want you to just lie there.”

Fuck me.

Hands moving to my chest, she plants her feet on the mattress then she’s bouncing on my dick like a fucking goddess. Face contorting with pleasure, I rock my hips slightly to keep up with her, trying to last long enough for her to get off as she uses me. When her legs start to tremble I know she’s close, so I press my thumb between us to rub her clit. She sets off screaming and gasping and it pushes me over the edge of the cliff I’ve been balancing on since the moment she rolled on top of me.

She collapses in a heap of wild hair. “Oh god, that was amazing.” She sighs.

Pushing back her hair I find her happy, satisfied face. “You’re amazing.”

“Okay, I’m awake now. Are you hungry?” she asks. “I’m starving . . . and I need coffee.”

I laugh. “Yeah, we can get something to eat—as soon as the feeling returns to my legs.”

Walkinghand in hand with Izzy feels as comfortable as breathing. Even knowing the moment the guys see it they’ll tease me nonstop, it’s actually something I’m looking forward to.

“Are you sad you missed the big party last night?” Izzy asks.

I shake my head. “I was with you. Best party I could’ve had.”

She squeezes my hand. “I never congratulated you on the album going gold. It’s amazing, Dave, seriously. You must be sothrilled.”

“It’s incredible,” I say. “What about you? Have you heard back fromEarwormabout what you submitted?”

“No, but I’m sure it’ll take a few days. I submitted it early. Besides, it’s the weekend. They might not have the time to look at it right away.”

I tug her closer and kiss the top of her head as we walk through the motel lobby. “They’re going to love whatever you wrote. I know I do.”

“I think you’re a bit biased.”

“Picturing what you look like naked while I read your work is definitely a perk.”

She rolls her eyes then she stops. “Dave . . . there’s something I should tell you.”

“Did you write how utterly charming and handsome I am?”

She blinks. “What? No . . . I mean, yes, you are, but there’s something else.”

A knot forms in my stomach. What else could there be? Even if she wrote a sonnet about what an asshole I’ve been, I’d still love her. But before I can open my mouth, I hear a shrill scream. “Isabella!” Then Izzy’s face is obscured by familiar blonde hair. Wait, blonde?

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