She wiggles her ass before straightening up, then turns to me with a smile that lights up my whole life. “That’s okay. It’ll be that much easier for you to get inside me later.”
I groan as my cock pulses again. “Get out,” I growl, not scaring her in the slightest.
She runs over and kisses me on the end of my nose for God’s sake, and I’m still smiling when she scurries out to her sister’s desk to demurely greet the new artists I’m meeting with.
Chapter 11
Dani
That evening, Tate takes me home with him. His apartment is big and masculine, just like him. We picked up dinner after leaving the office and ate at his massive oak dining table. Now, we’re curled together, naked in his bed while low music fills the apartment.
I get why Ella doesn’t like him, since he is a taskmaster, but I can understand that he wants everything to be absolutely perfect and exactly the way he wants. Tate and I just understand each other. We’re in sync in every way, even in the studio. I’m every bit the perfectionist that he is when it comes to music.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I smirk when I read the text from my twin. I turn my phone and show it to Tate.
You can keep pretending to be me for a while longer if you want.
Tate chuckles too, then nuzzles my neck, sending my thoughts careening toward other things. Things only he can provide.
“You can keep being my assistant if you want,” he says, his voice husky near my ear. It sends a jolt of desire straight down between my legs, and I curl into his big body. “But once your career takes off, I don’t think you’ll have time to fetch my coffee.”
“I can’t do that to Ella,” I say, running my hand down to his cock. It rises instantly when my fingers curl around its thick length. “But I wouldn’t mind doing something else for you.” I feel my face turning red when I realize how that sounds. “I mean, job-wise,” I clarify.
He laughs and tugs my hair back to kiss me. “I can make that happen,” he says, licking my lower lip as he pulls away.
I feel emboldened by the way he’s looking at me, as if he really would do anything for me. “Could you start being a little nicer to Ella when she gets back? You’re kind of…rough.” My voice ends in a strangled squeak when he pushes his hand between my thighs to press his fingers inside me.
“You don’t seem to mind,” he says.
No, I don’t mind at all. Not one little bit. “Yes, but we’re very different people.”
“That’s for sure.” He chuckles, then leans back a little, turning serious. “I can work something out that your sister will be happy with. But as for you, what do you think about being a signed artist?”
My eyes fill with tears of joy, recalling what he’d done for me that day. He’s already made me so happy, and now he’s about to make my ultimate dream come true. He’s the first person in my life besides my grandmother who’s made me believe I’m not an idiot for just having the dream. But I actually start to feel a little disappointed because I’d hoped he was hinting at something else.
“I thought maybe you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend,” I say.
His eyes widen, and he laughs. “How about both?”
If I thought I was happy a few seconds ago, I’m over the moon now. Someone as perfect as Tate truly being mine is more than I ever thought I’d have.
“You’re too good to me,” I whisper, twisting my fingers in the springy hair on his chest.
He tilts his chin to kiss me. “I adore you, Dani.”
It’s the closest thing to telling me he loves me, and my heart almost bursts. I reach down to shove away the sheet that’s still covering him and throw my leg across his hips to straddle him. His cock bounces against me, and I shiver with anticipation. Having that big, thick cock inside me is what I’ve been craving nonstop since he first took me in his office, and I know I’ll never get sick of it. I know he’s the only man for me.
He runs his hands down my back as I glide my pussy up and down the length of his cock, coating his shaft with the moisture between my thighs. I take a moment to appreciate how handsome he is, especially when his head is thrown back from the pleasure that I’m giving him. I could stay like this forever. Well, not really, because when he reaches for my breasts, I get a surge of lust that needs to be satisfiednow.
My nipples tighten under his fingertips, and I grind hard against him, leaning down to lick his salty neck. His hands go to my waist, curving around to grip my ass and pull me tight against him. I can feel him pulsing against my wet slit and know how badly he wants to be inside me because I want him there even more.
“Right now,” I say against his throat.
I feel him nod and press my forehead into the pillows while he moves his hips under me. I cling onto him, not wanting even an inch of our bodies apart while he thrusts deep inside my pussy. He moves my hips for me, slow and steady until I can’t take it anymore. I rise up, arching my back and digging my fingers into his shoulders.
He takes my hands and kisses them, then guides them to where our bodies are joined. He loves when I touch myself, and his chin tilts downward to watch as he guides my fingers to my clit. He presses my fingers, circling and massaging, while I ride his cock. I start to moan at the sensations building, and he pushes my hands aside, replacing them with his own.
“I want to make you come,” he says.