So. Screwed.
This whole plan hinged on her being as cold and calculating as he was. But that’s not the truth, is it? She’d made a mistake at the party. Hell, before the party. She’d started to see him as a person. Not just a man, but someone like her who’d made bad decisions along the way. She’d humanized him, and there was no coming back from that. She’d have to live with the guilt.
When he turned his head and saw her watching him, his lips stretched into a lazy smile. Then, in a sudden motion that made Diana squeak, his arm wrapped around her middle and dragged her right up next to him. His face nuzzled into the curve of her neck, and she had to fight back a sigh of contentedness. Who would have thought Rafe would be a snuggler?
“Do you need anything? Thirsty?”
Diana shook her head. “I don’t think I could move if the building was on fire. My legs are jelly.”
His low, sexy laugh sent chills up and down her spine, and her traitorous nipples immediately stood at attention. She scowled. After a marathon session like they’d just had, every part of her should be satisfied. But no, apparently certain parts of her would always react to Rafe even when she felt like she’d been wrung completely dry.
“Good. That means my work here is done.” Rafe kissed her behind the ear and then stretched. “I’m going to shave and then take a shower. You should rest.”
Diana watched as he got out of the bed and walked over to the dresser. She didn’t bother to hide the fact that she was staring. A naked Rafe was truly a sight to behold. With his dark, ebony hair and that honey skin tone, he looked like the perfect fantasy of tall, dark, and handsome. That description would forever be modified to tall, dark, insanely muscular, and handsome for Diana. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face when he bent over to get something out of the dresser.
Stupid vagina.
Everything on him, including the incredible ass currently in front of her, was tight, firm, and looked like you could bounce quarters off it.
He turned around and noticed her staring. “Keep looking at me like that and you’re going to get fucked… again. Is that what you want?”
The low timbre of his voice made her wet. Just like that. So simple. So easy. “Jesus. You’re a machine, and I’m sore all over. I think I need a rest.”
He prowled back to the bed, leaning over to trail kisses up her leg. “Wish I could say I’m sorry. But I’m not. And if you’re sore, there are a few other places I didn’t touch, kiss, or fuck last night.” His gaze flickered to hers and he winked.
Oh fuck.
Her inner sex kitten: Yes. Hell yes. Get the lube. ALL the lube.
Her: Gulp.
Her mouth hung open and he chuckled to himself. “Keep that up and you’ll catch my dick in your mouth.”
Diana just laughed and pulled the covers over her head. She heard the bathroom door shut a few seconds later.
She blushed and pulled the sheet around her body. The sounds of the shower filtered in from behind the door across from the bed. How he had the energy to even stand upright, she would never know. It felt like every bone in her body had been turned into jelly. Good sex will do that to you. At least that was what she’d heard.
Damn, I can’t believe that’s what I’ve been missing all this time.
Nope. Uh-uh. She wasn’t going to reflect on his talented mouth, fingers, or dick right now. She was at DEFCON 1. She’d slept with him. She needed to regroup. Get her priorities in order. She could still do this.
Are you sure you want to?
Tears pricked her lids. This was so fucked. What did she have if she didn’t have this? She’d made a mistake, and now she needed to live with it. She couldn’t dwell on how disappointed she was with herself. Or how much she was betraying her family.
The sound of her phone ringing pulled her out of her thoughts. With the sheet wrapped around her, she ran out to the living room to get her phone from her jacket. By the time she got there, it had stopped ringing.
Charisse. She immediately called her back.
“Hey honey, you okay? You didn’t check in last night like usual.”
That’s because she’d been busy hanging on to Rafe’s shoulders and trying not to die from too many orgasms. Diana winced. Constant phone calls would have been suspicious, but she’d been keeping Charisse updated each day with a quick text message. Her friend was already worried enough about her going through with this crazy plan.
“I— Uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”
“Well, I did worry. Where the hell were you? Please don’t tell me if it was anything dangerous.”
“No. Not dangerous. I just… fell asleep.”