“Do your worst, Miss Monahan,” I taunt, clasping my hands behind my head.
For a brief moment, she seems unsure of herself. By forcing her to lead, it means she has control of our narrative tonight. It’s not a position she’s comfortable with.
But my girl is unafraid as I see a spark of challenge deep within her eyes.
“How about I do my best?” she replies, which sounds even better.
Willow reaches to her hips, slowly pulling up the sleeveless linen dress she wears. She’d paired it with simple black sandals that are now missing. I imagine she kicked them off as she was cleaning up the kitchen with the rest of the women because she’s comfortable in my house.
Her body is revealed, inch by inch. I’ve always thought it was pure perfection in its curves and angles, but my favorite part by far is how soft her skin is. I can never get enough, and I move my hands to her hips.
Pretty pink scraps of lace cover the junction between her thighs and her breasts. My thumbs play at the lace trim on her panties. Willow settles down on me and I can feel the heat of her through the material of my pants, causing my cock to thicken even more.
Willow places the tips of her fingers right at the base of her neck. Slowly, she trails them down the center of her chest, through the deep cleavage of her breasts, and over her flat stomach. She flirts with the waistband of her panties before moving to her hip to curl her fingers around my wrist.
I hold tight as she tugs, but I eventually let her have her way. She guides my hand to the space between her legs, giving it an insistent push. When my knuckles brush against her, her head tips back and her eyes close. The tiny moan that comes out of her is my undoing.
Her message is simple, and I receive it loud and clear.
Willow doesn’t want to take control.
No, that’s not quite right.
She needs me to have it in this part of our relationship, and I find I’m quite all right with that.
I draw her down so I can taste her mouth. She does such amazing things with her lips, I just want them on mine right now. The kiss is deep yet gentle. Force can be dove-like at times.
As we kiss, I glide my hand back between her legs. Fingers dive under that pink lace into her wet depths. I love making her squirm and with sweet, practiced strokes, she’s writhing in no time.
I put a hand to the center of her chest, pushing her back until she’s sitting upright again. When I tweak a nipple, she jerks against me.
Nodding down to where she sits on top of me, I tell her what to do. “Take me out, Willow. Ride me.”
She digs her teeth into her lower lip, batting her eyelids slowly. Then she works to open my belt, then undo my button and zipper. I’m free and in her hands in no time.
Then she’s rising to her knees, tugging the crotch of her panties to the side, and then… fucking yes… lowering herself onto me.
I hiss in response because every single time I’m inside of her, I lose myself to the pleasure. It’s so overwhelming that I don’t think I’ll ever recover the pieces she takes.
I’m okay with that. I trust her to keep them secure, just as I’ll keep the pieces she gives to me safe.CHAPTER 23WillowI’m not sure I can take much more of this pressure. I’ve had Dominik’s hand in a death grip for the past five or so minutes as the time ticks down on the clock.
It’s the third period of the seventh and final game of the conference finals. The score is tied 1-1, and no one wants this to go into overtime.
As such, both teams are playing in a frenzy. Adrenaline is driving them faster, harder, meaner.
Dominik didn’t extend invitations to any business associates, peers, or celebrities for this game. Instead, he invited the spouses or significant others to join him in the box.
Not all took him up on the offer as many had family members attending the game who wanted to sit together. But many did and the box is crowded.
My posse of girls is complete as they all opted for the owner’s box. Blue even brought Billy tonight and his wheelchair is parked right behind the last row of seats, his sister at his side holding his hand.
My parents and Meredith and her husband are here as well. They’re in the last row of seats in front of where Dominik and I stand.
Not one single person can bear to sit—including Billy, who bounces up and down in his wheelchair. Everyone is out of their seats or huddled at the back row in the common area.