Page 74 of Faking Ties

I laugh and kiss his cheek. “That was the point.”

HUNTER

My new life goal is to get Elodie to smile like she does while in Rome. When we eat carbonara, she moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. When she makes a wish at the Trevi Fountain, she squeezes her eyes shut as if it’ll make it come true. As if she left part of herself in the fountain for safekeeping. When we pretended to be gladiators at the Colosseum and play fight with the cannoli we bought? It’s in that moment I realized I’ve smiled more today than I have in the last five years combined.

Any by the end of the day? It’s official: I love her.

I’ve been waiting my entire life for someone with her kind of wit and kindness to crash through my chest and right into my heart. For the first time in my life, earning money and having a career aren’t my priorities. I don’t even care about my contract extensionanymore, not when she’s by my side. As long as I’m with her, I don’t care where I play.

The second we’re back in the hotel room, I drop our purchases on the ground and push her against the door. Her eyes widen before I kiss her like I’ve been wanting to for hours. The type of kiss that’s indecent and carnal. The kind that’s electric and needy.

I snake one hand into her hair and the other to her back and unzip her dress. She doesn’t break the kiss as her dress pools around her feet, and instead deepens it. I trail my fingers down her back and unclasp her bra, which lands on top of her dress. Running my hands over her body, I pause at her hips and rip her thong off.

She jerks and says, “Hey, I liked that one.”

“I’ll buy you a thousand more,” I say, pocketing the silky material. Picking up the bag with the necklace, I spin her and fasten it around her neck.

“Delivering on your promise?” She glances over her shoulder at me.

“Always.” I turn her fully and take a step back so I can admire her. “You’re magnificent. Breathtaking. Bewitching. The living embodiment of twilight—mysterious and captivating.”

She shivers and swallows hard.

“Repeat what I said,” I demand.

“You’re magnifi?—”

“About yourself, or I’ll spank you.” Her pupils blow out. “You’d like that?” I throw her over my shoulder, and she shrieks.

Striding to the bedroom, still fully dressed, I sit on the edge of the bed and drape her over my lap. I rub her ass cheeks and then slap her right and then left one. She moans, and my dick strains to reach her.

“Start again,” I say.

“I’m magnificent. Breathtaking… And I don’t remember the rest.”

My hand comes down harder on her backside and she jumps. “Bewitching. The living embodiment of twilight.”

She repeats the words and then forgets the rest. I have a feeling she’s purposely forgetting, and I love it. I slap her cheeks again, pink blooming on her skin. She finishes the rest of her compliment, and I make her repeat it again, and again, until she’s squirming on my lap.

Dipping my finger inside her, I notice she’s soaked. I throw her onto the bed and unzip my pants. My dick surges out of them, and she’s already there, wrapping a hand around it. She kneels on the floor and spits onto my cock. She stares at me with her gorgeous green eyes and an innocent expression on her face.

“Tell me what you like,” she says.

“Everything, as long as you touch me.”

“Do you like it soft?” She licks my entire length, swirling her tongue over my head and softly sucking when she finally puts her lips around me. “Or hard?” She sucks harder, her cheeks hollowing out. Her hands working my base and balls.

“Yes,” I moan, lost in pleasure, lost in her.

She laughs and blows on my wet dick. “You didn’t answer my question,” she says and then grins. “But that’s okay. It’s time I get acquainted with my obsession.”

“Fuck,” I breathe out. She’s so fucking sexy on her knees for me, worshiping my dick. She teases me, playing until I’m about to go insane. I grip her hair in one hand, refusing to have it hide a single second of the best blow job of my life. Unable to take the teasing anymore, my hips surge forward, needing to be as deep inside her mouth as possible. She gags, and tears drip down her cheeks. I pull on her hair, and she pops off my dick.

She makes a sound of protest. “Do it again. Use me. Come down my throat.”

I hold her head still, my thumbs wiping her tears away, and fuck her mouth like she asked. Her gagging on my dick is the sexiest sound in the world. She snakes a hand to her clit while I use her, and she moans. The vibrations send me over the edge, and I say, “Swallow every drop.”

She nods and I come so hard, my vision dims for a few beats. Elodie swallows everything I give her, and when I’m done, I immediately lift her into my arms.

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