He smirks, making my lower abdomen clench with desire.
“You love sucking my cock, Hellcat. Something tells me you’ll enjoy it just as much as me.”
Well, he’s got me there.
“What do I get in return?”
“We’re trading sexual favours now?” he asks, his brow quirking in amusement.
I shrug.
“Okay, how about this…” His nose trails along my jaw until his lips graze my ear. “Tomorrow night, I’ve got us the best suite in the hotel.”
“Tell me more,” I purr.
“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
“You’ll relinquish control two nights in a row?” I ask, twisting my head to the side so I can see the look on his face.
“For you, I’m sure I’d do pretty much anything,” he confesses. There’s so much sincerity, so much honesty in his eyes that it causes a giant lump to crawl up my throat.
Unable to speak, I do the only thing I can think of. I slide down the wall until I’m eye level with his dick.
“Em,” he groans when I wrap my fingers around his width before his hips punch forward when I lick the slit. “Fuck, I need your mouth on me.”
I comply, because he was right before—I’m pretty sure I enjoy making him fall apart just as much as he does.
Knowing just how much power I have over him right now is enough to make my head spin.
Plus, I need to make the most of tonight. Because soon, this is all going to be over.
* * *
The first thing I notice when I wake is that the room is filled with bright winter sun. The second is the human spider monkey that’s wrapped around me.
I lie there for a few minutes, just enjoying his warmth, but I know it’s dangerous. The longer I stay here locked in his arms, the harder everything is going to get.
I need to focus on my end goal here and not think about everything I’m going to miss should my plans fall perfectly into place tonight.
With his soft snores still filling my ears, I try to twist out of his hold.
“Nope,” he says, making my heart jump into my throat and my entire body freeze. “Go back to sleep, Hellcat.”
“I can’t. I’m awake.”
“Pretend. I’m not ready yet.” His grip on me tightens and my heart tumbles in my chest.
No, I’m not sure I am either.
Conceding, I snuggle back against him.
Our innocent cuddle lasts all of five minutes before the hardness that’s pressed against my arse starts moving.
“I thought you were sleeping.”
“Dreaming about your pussy, you mean.”
“Well, you should have a pretty vivid memory of what it’s like from the amount of time you spent inside it last night.”