Page 135 of Beauty
Sienna’s words echo through my apartment and latch on to my heart, unlocking what’s left of my reservations.
With my lips on hers and our limbs tangled, I press her up against the back of the door. While she wiggles her ass, hiking up her dress, I undo my belt and pull out my cock. In a matter of seconds, I slide home, sheathed in her perfect heat.
She cries out, and I still inside her, holding her gaze as we finally become one again.
“I need you,” I tell her. “Fuck, I’ve needed you for so long.”
“I’m yours.” She smiles against my mouth.
Standing there with my pants around my ankles, my dick inside her, and a big smile on my lips, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
“Now make me come again.”
With a dark chuckle, I pull back and snap my hips, slamming into her. “Gonna fuck that sass right out of you.”
“Please,” she pants. “My sass is your favorite thing about me.”
I lick a line up her neck. “You’re not wrong.”
When a breathy laugh escapes her, I seal my mouth over hers. I want to swallow all her sounds. I can’t stop kissing her. I want to spend my life doing this, showing her how much she means to me.
The games are over, like she said. Her past—hell, my past—doesn’t matter. We’re here together. It’s all I could fucking ask for.
When she goes over the edge, pulsing around me, she takes me with her. My release is so powerful I worry the two of us will go crashing to the ground. I pump faster, thrusting deeper, giving her every ounce of me.
Less than five minutes after we entered my apartment, we’re breathing heavily and coated in each other’s pleasure.
“Now what?” she whispers.
I bite down on her lip. “Now we live happily ever after?”
The words are a soft tease, but the way her green eyes glow in response makes my heart fucking skip.
“Maybe a shower first,” she says, smile on her face.
Sienna gets carried away behind the fogged-up glass, dropping to her knees and sucking me off, her eyes never leaving mine, even as she swallows me down. The memory will live in my brain for the rest of eternity.
After, with her head on my chest, one finger tracing my tattoo, I close my eyes and soak in the moment, working to convince myself that all of this is real.
“You mentioned Garreth gave you something tonight,” I eventually hedge.
Her body stiffens and her fingers stop their movement.
“It’s okay, baby.” I kiss her forehead. “We’re good.”
Muscles relaxing, she goes back to tracing my tattoo, fixing her focus on it. “Remember when I told you they took everything?”
I hum but otherwise remain quiet, giving her the time and space to explain.
“The settlement included a clause prohibiting me from ever operating another fashion house. I also had to agree to never sell my designs again.”
Anger flares in my veins. “That’s absurd.”
Her eyes flit to mine. “Yes. They wanted to hurt me. Punish me.”
I caress her bare thigh, relishing the warmth of her. “But why would you agree?”
“When they discovered that Beckett had referred me to the financial consultant who defrauded us, they saw dollar signs.” She sighs. “I wanted to keep my family from being dragged into it.”
