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Noah pressed his hand into the center of her hips, holding her down against the couch as he drove into her. Before Lucy’s eyes rolled back into her head and she completely gave herself over to orgasm, however, she recognized that warmth expanding from her loins and reaching for the ancient part of her brain that told her she had done a damn good job following the Prime Directive of life.
Get man. Get fucked. Get cum, girl.
Only when Noah stopped thrusting long enough to bring Lucy out of her climactic stupor did she realize what had happened. Was she shocked? Only because she didn’t think he would do that before personally reviewing her submitted health history. On it, he would clearly see that she took care of her own birth control.
Otherwise, though, nothing about this surprised Lucy. This man had paid for the privilege of coming inside of her, and here he was, taking full advantage of that God-given privilege.Not like I’m complaining about it right now…Something she never thought she’d feel.
Then again, she never thought she’d feel a hot, young billionaire’s cock slipping out of her and leave her wanting more. So, whatever.
They didn’t say anything. Not even as Lucy remained bent over the couch, attempting to catch her breath and remembering what it was like to have closed legs. Her left thigh in particular was a bit cramped after such vigorous activity. Easing her foot back onto the floor was like waking up from a day after Orange Theory.
“You’ll get more information by tomorrow evening. I promise.” For a man who had lost not one, buttwonuts inside of her, Noah was composed enough to already look like he had been walking in the humid sunlight, not fucking the life out of a woman he had just met. “Until then, have a pleasant weekend, Ms. Craig.”
Lucy didn’t know what surprised her more. Him walking out and leaving her to fall onto the couch, her whole body still shuddering in desperate need for his touch, or how weirdly-okay she was with the whole situation.
Definitely the second part.
She should have been upset. Irate. Disgusted and displeased. He had treated her like that… no matter how good it physically felt, it was a recipe for emotional disaster. Lucy couldn’t have anticipated feeling so seriously used in so little time.Used, but weirdly okay with it.That went beyond her accepting her role for the next month. It was a testament to a change in mindset.
This would not be a fun, creative way to get the spotlight on a few websites. This wasn’t merely launching her career with flirtatious words and setting her sights on some golden prize after the month was over. This was real. This was the reality for the women Noah Gabriel bought.Bought.
I’m a thing. I’m a toy. I’m a kept mistress.
Lucy had already made lemonade once that night. She could make it again, every night. She only had to put her mind to it, change her whole perspective, and get to work like all the other women she thought she could playfully imitate – liketheyweren’t working!
“So, this is how it is.” She finally got off the couch and made it to the bathroom before someone came in to check on her. “Well, at least I know what he’s packing.”
No kissing. No romance. No pomp. That’s what the next month was going to be like, wherever Noah decided to keep her.
Time to start writing that opening paragraph to her future article.
