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“I asked Kai. He told me you mentioned it before, and I wanted to do something special for you. To make you feel cared for, for once.” I tuck my chin and face my own food so he can’t see the blush on my cheeks at my own admission. Things between us are different for him, different from what I want between us. I don’t blame him, not one bit, but I still want him to know how much I appreciate the effort he’s gone through to maintain our agreement. Not that spending night after night underneath him, screaming out in pleasure is much of a hardship for my side of things.

He leans down and takes a tentative bite. I’m on the edge of my seat with nerves. I’ve cooked a little bit in my life but not much because I’ve always had chefs. But cooking for someone seems like something a caring person would do. A way to feed them and show them they are loved and wanted.

“It’s delicious. Thank you,” he whispers a few seconds later.

I hide my face again so he can’t see what his praise does to me. How it makes me squirm, not only in happiness but in a different way.

When we finish eating, he turns to me and pulls me onto his lap. It’s an awkward position on the stool, but he seems to make it look effortless. “There’s something I want to show you now. Will you come with me?”

I nod, shifting off his lap, but he lifts me into his arms as if I weigh nothing and trots off out of the kitchen and down the hall. When I wrap my arms around his neck, he resettles me and takes me up a few flights of stairs. The distance is easy for his long legs as he takes two risers at a time.

When we get to the top, he nudges the door open with his hip, and we step out into the darkness. Well, it’s mostly dark. As we come around a corner, I gasp. There’s the pool Kai mentioned, and above it, the stunning city skyline on display.

I wiggle for him to release me and race to the edge of the clear glass railing. “It’s so beautiful.” I have to shout through the sharp wind ripping around us.

“Come here,” he whispers in my ear, tugging me back into him. I go with zero hesitation.

With his arms around me and the warmth at my back, I could stay like this for hours, watching the glittering lights of the city blink out one by one.

“I have something else for you, Angel.”

I turn to look at him. “I don’t need—”

He picks me up again, this time around my ass. I automatically lock my legs around his hips, spreading myself wide. It only takes a few strides for him to get to the wall by the stairwell. Then another second to shove my dress up, rip my panties at the seams, and drive inside my body with his.

I freeze against him, and he follows suit, giving me a moment to adjust to the sheer size of him. But the tension in his shoulders tells me he’s not going to be easy with me, not this time. And I don’t mind. I feel a little wild myself staring at the buildings like anyone could look out their window and see us fucking against the wall.

“Please,” I say and dig my fingers into the back of his neck to pull slightly on his short hair.

He arches his hips into me and then sets a brutal pace. His hands around my ass, tugging me to meet him, protects my skin from the scratch of the wall after each brutal stroke.

There’s nothing to do but cling to him and feel my body stretch around him, sparking pleasure along my nerve endings. I’m so wet I can feel it on my thighs, on his stomach, everywhere. I don’t know where it came from, but I throw my head back, leaning it against the wall, and let him take me hard and fast.

“Please,” I say again, then it’s more like a plea, a mantra, a hymn as I repeat the word over and over. The wind snatches each syllable, but I know he hears me. He fucks me faster, deeper, almost painfully now, driving us both toward the end I need in my soul.

I dig my fingers into his scalp, my fingernails cutting deep. His pace falters once, and I know he’s close. When I tug on his hair and scratch at the back of his neck with my other hand, he shoves into me once more, his cock brushing me just right that it sets off an orgasm so hard I can’t even breathe through it. I’m shuddering, head to toe, and finally, I suck in a long drag of air, the sensation washing through me as he reaches his own end.


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