We spent the next few hours in bed, going at it without saying more than a few words to each other. My heart finally stopped cracking now that I was buried deep inside her. I didn’t only want her because she was the most beautiful woman in every room I walked into. I wanted to be inside her because it felt so good…feeling her heart beat in tune with mine. We were connected again, our undeniable attraction pulling us into a single person.

If Miranda had made a move on me in the past, I would have said yes in a heartbeat. She was beautiful, classy, and successful. I wouldn’t mind spending a week in the sack with her. But since Titan had walked into my life, my attraction to other women was nonexistent. I didn’t think about sex unless Titan was associated it. Women were just pretty men, nothing more. Why would I want to be with Miranda when I was in love with Titan?

I was actually pissed when she hit on me.

I was pissed that I couldn’t just tell her I was seeing Titan.

I had to lie and say I was seeing someone else while my eyes were glued to the woman to whom I was referring. My arm should have been around her waist. My fingers should have been wrapped around her wrist. I should have been the one getting her something to drink from the bar. All the men in that room should have been jealous of me, not Thorn.

Pissed me the fuck off.

When we were finished and her pussy was stuffed with more come than she could handle, I grabbed my clothes from the floor and got dressed. As much as I wanted to sleep beside her, I knew Titan wouldn’t go for it. She’d probably regret sleeping with me the second the haze disappeared from her eyes. She would regret this night because she was supposed to stay away from me.

I had to give her a false sense of security.

Her heart was still weak for me, and she still wanted me despite the lies she’d heard. When I told her it wasn’t me, she wanted to believe me. I could see the look in her eyes as she listened to me. Her fortifications were weak. She softened anytime she heard my voice. But with all the damning evidence against me, she didn’t welcome me with open arms. She was on edge, wanting to believe me but refusing to do so.

I understood. Anyone else would have done the same thing.

There was still hope for us.

But I couldn’t push it. If I pressed her for more, she would just turn me down again. She would reevaluate the situation but come to the same decision. Her brilliant mind would tell me I couldn’t be trusted. She already gave me all of herself, and after the way she was hurt and humiliated, she couldn’t do it again.

I couldn’t rush this. I had to revert back to what we used to be, two people only interested in sex. Everything else would fall back into place if I was patient enough. The truth would come out. It always did.

I left my tie undone around my neck and turned to her on the bed.

She sat up with the sheets pulled over her chest even though I’d spent the last few hours staring at her tits. She didn’t ask me to say, and that told me all of my theories were correct.

“Good night.” I turned to the door.

Her quiet voice followed behind me. “Good night.”

I walked out and stepped into my room right next door. She didn’t know we were neighbors yet. I’d asked for our rooms to be side by side since we were business partners. The hotel accommodated the request immediately.

Now that I was back in my room alone, I didn’t feel tired. I hopped into the shower and rinsed off before I came back into the luxurious room that was identical to Titan’s. I made myself a drink and sat on the couch in my boxers.

I’d felt a brief moment of happiness with Titan, but now it’d been taken away from me. A thick wall was back between us. I left like we’d had a one-night stand that would never be discussed again. I stirred my drink and took another sip, feeling the misery sink into my bones. I wanted to be in that bed with her, listening to her breathing change as she fell asleep.

But I was sitting alone in the dark—only my drink for company.

---

Marshall Tucker and I were friends. We’d partied together a few times, picked up a few women in Los Angeles and spent the evening in his mansion in Hollywood. He was a playboy like I was…or used to be.

We had lunch at the restaurant at the resort, sitting on the patio and looking at the sailboats sprinkled across the blue water. Other associates attending the conference were there, including Miranda Peterson. She was sitting at a different table with some of her assistants.

Marshall was in a pale blue collared shirt with dark jeans. Sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose, and his skin was tanned, probably from spending a lot of time in the California sun. The top button of his shirt was open, revealing a muscular chest. He just hit forty a few months ago, but that hadn’t worn down his youth. “Now that you’ve told me business is doing well and your life is pretty spectacular…I feel like I have to ask about that interview.” He gave me a slight shrug in apology. “It was bound to come up, right?”

So far, no one had asked me about it, probably because they knew I wouldn’t answer. Or they just didn’t want to piss me off. “Not much to say. The interview covered it all.”

Marshall gave a slight nod. “Gotcha. Sorry I brought it up.”

“It’s alright.”

“I heard you acquired Megaland. That’s a strong company.”

“It is. I’ve already made a lot of progress with it. The guys running the company with me are very bright. They’ve got a lot of ideas and a lot of product for me to sell. I think we’re going to take up most of the space in the tech industry.”

“Good for you. Looks like the only area you haven’t covered is sports.” He chuckled before he took a drink of his beer.

It’d crossed my mind. I just hadn’t had time. “Not enough hours in the day.”

“Definitely.” He clinked his glass against mine. “I’ll drink to that.” He brought his glass to his lips as his eyes glanced to the entryway of the restaurant. He took a long drink as he focused his eyes on the subject, staying put. He put his glass down without watching what he was doing.

A man only possessed that stare when he was looking at a woman.

I didn’t turn around to check who’d stolen his fascination.

Marshall turned his gaze back on me. “Your business partner just walked in.”

My eyes narrowed when I connected the dots. I’d seen him fuck women with my own eyes. I knew exactly what that look meant—and I didn’t appreciate it.

“Should we invite her over?” he asked. “She seems to be alone.” When his eyes turned back to her, his look shifted downward, probably staring at her legs.

I wanted to choke him to death. “Look at her like that again, and see what happens.”

Marshall looked at me again, but he wore a smile like he thought I was joking.

“Not kidding.” I rose from the seat and turned to the hostess stand. Titan was standing there in a baby-blue sundress and brown sandals. Her long hair was in big curls, and she’d done her makeup just the way I liked. She looked like she belonged on my yacht, sailing the Mediterranean with me while we fucked and drank under the sun.

Her eyes turned to me, and like always, they softened slightly. The movement was hardly noticeable, and unless someone knew what it meant, they wouldn’t understand it. It was a look she only gave to me—because she was still head over heels for me.

Like I was for her.

I walked up to her and circled my arm around her waist. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

She stilled at the affection, knowing it wasn’t a meaningless greeting between associates. It was a possessive touch, one that I was doing just for Marshall to see. He thought she was seeing Thorn, but that didn’t change anything.

She was my girl.

And I didn’t let anyone look at my girl like that.

She pulled away, slight color coming into her cheeks. She tried to brush off the tingling sensation I knew she was feeling deep inside her chest, but she couldn’t. I read her expression as easily as an open book.

“Would you like to join us?” I stepped back and nodded to the table.

“Sure.” She righted herself the second I stopped touching her, changing back into Tatum Titan. She hardened her gaze, straightened her spine, and turned into the tallest person on the patio. “Who’s your friend?”

“Marshall Tucker.” He had a handsome face with a ripped physique. Not to mention, he had money. But I wasn’t threatened by him. If she had slept with him, Marshall probably wouldn’t have checked her out so vigorously. And it’s not like he had a chance with now—not while I was living and breathing.

“Never met him.”

We returned to the table, and I made the introductions. “Titan, this is my friend, Marshall Tucker.”

He smiled as he grabbed her hand, gripping her wrist and holding it for a little too long. “It’s nice to meet you. I feel like I already know you.”

“You too. I’m familiar with your work. I have a policy with your life insurance group.”

He winked. “Smart girl.”

We sat down, and I ordered Titan an Old Fashioned.

Titan flashed me a glare, probably annoyed that I ordered for her when she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. But she didn’t voice her annoyance when Marshall was so close.

“I didn’t know you guys knew each other so well,” Marshall said. “I’ve never heard you talk about her.”

“We didn’t become associates until recently.” That was the only explanation I would give him.

“You seem close.” Marshall’s comment was purely friendly, but he didn’t understand the kind of impact it had on both of us. “I’ve never seen Hunt pull out a chair for anyone or order a drink for someone, not even when we were partying with those two models in Laguna Hills.”

If Titan was jealous, she hid it. She didn’t have any reaction at all, putting on a brave face and pretending his words meant nothing to her. She was an expert at deceiving people—except me. I couldn’t be fooled. “I’ve taught him some manners since we started working together.”

Marshall chuckled.

“No,” I said. “I just actually like you, Titan.”

She didn’t hide her reaction as well that time, covering up her expression by taking a drink.

“You don’t like me?” Marshall teased. “You never pull out the chair for me.”

“Turn into a lady, and I might,” I countered.

Marshall chuckled again. “You straightened him out, Titan. He’s like a completely different man since the last time I saw him.”

My eyes shifted to her face. “That’s because I am.”

She held my gaze a brief second longer than she should, and that was a dead giveaway that she understood my intention perfectly. She turned away and looked at Marshall as she drank from her glass.

Marshall pivoted his body slightly toward her, far more interested in her than he was in me. I’d given him a firm warning that he shouldn’t mess with Titan, and I hoped he took me seriously. Friends or not, I’d beat the shit out of him for giving her anything but his respect. “How do you like working with someone? You usually fly solo, right?”

Titan knew the question was reserved for her. “Hunt brings a lot to the table. I couldn’t ask for a better partner with more experience. He’s more familiar with the industry, so it’s great to have him on board.”

“Really?” he asked. “I’m surprised you need him at all.”

“I think there’s always more to learn,” she said coolly.

“You flatter me,” I said.

“And you?” Marshall asked me. “How do you like it?”

“She’s Tatum Titan,” I said simply. “Couldn’t ask for anyone better.”

The corner of her mouth rose in a smile. “You flatter me.”

I instinctively wanted to reach out my hand and rest it on top of hers, but I wasn’t allowed to do such a thing in public. I was forced to restrain myself, to keep up the pretense that I only cared about what was in her brain, not between her legs.

In reality, I cared about both.

“Thorn isn’t jealous, is he?” Marshall asked.

“Why should he be?” Titan asked. “He works with businesswomen all the time, and I never bat an eye over it.”

“Well, none of them is you,” he said with a grin. “And Hunt is a pretty good-looking guy.”

I was getting tired of these sexually motivated statements. “Marshall.”

His eyes flicked to me.

“What did we just talk about?”

His smile slowly fell when he realized I was dead serious.

Titan’s eyes shifted back and forth between us as she held her glass in her hand.

I held his stare and refused to blink, overriding him as much as possible.

He was the first to turn away and cover up his scowl with his drink.

Titan picked up on the tension, but she dissipated it effortlessly. “I saw that your company is doing really well in the market right now. Your dividends are pretty impressive.”

Once Marshall was flattered by a genius like Tatum Titan, he switched gears. “Thanks. My team does a lot of research into real estate…” Once he was on the topic of business, he stuck to it—like glue.

---

We entered the conference and mingled with a few associates. I stuck to Titan’s side because I wanted to be there—not because I felt obligated. People were obviously talking about our respective stories that had been splashed across the media, but the longer they saw us together as a united front, the more it would give them something appropriate to talk about.

Now Titan was in her pencil skirt and tight blouse, wearing sky-high heels like they were slippers. She grabbed a pamphlet off a table and browsed through it.

I stood beside her, looking at the schedule over her shoulder. We weren’t giving our presentation until tomorrow, so we got to enjoy the work everyone else was doing. These conferences provided great opportunities for networking. I wasn’t looking for more relationships, but if I did a favor for someone, they usually did me a favor somewhere down the road.

And sometimes it paid off.

She didn’t turn her eyes to me, browsing the schedule. “I don’t need you to stick up for me like that, Hunt.”

My gaze shifted to her profile, seeing her long eyelashes peek out and curl toward the ceiling. They were thick and black, her makeup usually heavy around the eyes. It gave her a distinct look of feminine perfection as well as sexy authority. She hypnotized with her lustrous look. I wondered if she was aware of the effect she had on people. “I know.”

“Then don’t do it.” She turned the page over and looked at the other side.

“It’s a bad habit.”

“When did it become a habit?” she asked quietly.

My hand moved to her waist, the touch still somewhat professional. “You know when it became a habit.” My lips were close to her ear, almost close enough to brush my lips across the skin. “I know Marshall. That guy only has one thing on his mind. I see the way he looks at you, and I don’t like it.”

“Get used to it,” she said. “There’s nothing you can do about it. Men will look. It’s not a crime.”

“It is a crime when you belong to me.”

She turned her face up and looked at me, that flash of provoked irritation bright in her eyes. But underneath that expression was that fire I saw last night, that burning desire for as much of my cock as she could take. “Hunt.”

“We both know what’s going to happen later tonight. So let’s stop pretending.” My hand squeezed her waist gently before I dropped it and stepped away. She probably still held the furious look in her eyes, but there was nothing she could do about it.

She knew I was right.

I took a seat in one of the back rows and waited for the presentation to begin. A group of guys in the fitness space had an app that would revolutionize the industry. I’d heard about them, and I was curious to learn everything I could about the topic. I never attended the seminars I was already well-acquainted with. I only went to the ones I knew nothing about—so I could learn something.

Marshall dropped into the seat beside me. “What the hell was that about?”

I rested my ankle on the opposite knee and glanced at my watch, seeing we had a few minutes before we began.

“Hunt, you can hear me.”

“I know. I’m just ignoring you.”

“What’s your deal? Why are you a dick when Titan comes into the picture?”

“I don’t like you talking about her like that. I told you that already.”

“I didn’t say anything about her.”

“Don’t play stupid with me.” I turned my expression on him, cold and dark. “You eye-fucked the shit out of her.”

“Well, look at her.”

My hand tightened into a fist.

Marshall caught the movement and raised both eyebrows. “Hunt, what’s the deal? I’ve never heard you defend someone’s honor before. I distinctly remember two women fighting to give you head in the hotel room in Beverly Hills.”

That was a long time ago. “She’s important to me. She’s obviously not interested in you, so treat her with some respect.”

“What makes you think she’s not interested?”

I’d never punched someone during a conference. Maybe today would be my first time. “Because she’s not, Marshall. She’s with Thorn.” I hated saying that out loud, the lie that the world had been tricked to believe.

“I never see them together, so who knows how serious they are.”

“They’re both devoted to their work. Nothing wrong with that.” I turned back to the front.

He rested his arm over the back of the chair. “You know what I think?”

I ignored the sneer on his face.

“I think you have a thing for her.”

I didn’t deny it because I didn’t want to do that anymore. Titan wanted me to lie to the world, but I was tired of it. She pretended I meant nothing to her, and I pretended she was just a business associate that didn’t turn my head every time she walked in a room. Not only was I attracted to her, but I admired her for the incredible woman that she was. I was tired of hiding my awe, my obvious affection for her. “Maybe I do.”

Marshall’s eyes narrowed, and a grin stretched across his face. “You have expensive taste.”

“Classy taste.”

“If I’d known you called dibs on her, I wouldn’t have been such an ass.”

“You shouldn’t be an ass anyway.”

“Duly noted,” he said with a smile. “What are you going to do about Thorn?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you going to tell her?”

“No. I’m sure she knows.”

“Yeah,” he said. “You do make it obvious. So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. Nothing I can do.”

“You think she’s in love with Thorn?” he asked. “Sometimes I think it’s just a glorified business arrangement. When I see them touch in public, it doesn’t seem genuine.” Marshall wasn’t a billionaire by being an idiot.

“I don’t know what to think. But I respect her relationship.”

“If you say so.”

The presentation started, so we fell silent and looked to the front of the room.

---

Titan was chitchatting with one of the members of the board directors of the biggest retailer in the world, Climax. They sold edgy clothes, shoes, and accessories. Titan had invaded the beauty cosmetics industry. In fact, she owned all of it. It’s where most of her wealth came from. She didn’t just make good decisions regarding her product, she was a brilliant marketer. She made women realize they needed her products just as much as they needed food and water.

A damn genius.

She held her glass of champagne as she smiled and listened to his words. The bubbles were rising to the surface, and every few seconds, she took a drink. The gleam from the liquor shone in her eyes, and I wondered if I would taste it later tonight.

Marshall came up to me and nudged me in the side. “Guess what?”

“What?” My eyes stayed on Titan.

“I met a few models this afternoon. They’re from Milan, but they’re staying in France for a spa getaway. Trust me when I say they can destroy a runway.”

If we were having a bragging contest, there was one woman I’d love to boast about. “Have fun.”

“Don’t be stupid,” he said. “You’re coming along. They’re in my suite upstairs. They’re already liquored up and ready to go.”

Titan finished her conversation with the man before her eyes found me. She walked across the room, her posture perfect and her fingertips gripping the stem of the glass. She couldn’t have picked a worse time to join us.

“I’m gonna pass, Marshall. But thanks for the invite.”

“Did you hear what I said?” he asked incredulously. “They’re models.”

“I’ve been with lots of models. So what?” I turned back to Titan, who now wore a guarded expression. She’d walked in at the wrong time, and judging from her discomfort, she knew about it.

“Yes. I remember those two women taking turns sucking you off,” he said. “But wouldn’t you want to repeat that?” He didn’t seem to notice Titan was standing there because he was too absorbed in this conversation about getting laid. Now his eyes shifted her way, but he didn’t appear embarrassed that she’d heard it.

Titan knew what kind of man I was before she came along. That didn’t mean I wanted her to know the specifics of my glamorous sex life. It was redundant and boring. The sparks didn’t really ignite until she walked into my life.

Until Tatum Titan entered my bed.

Titan took a long drink of her champagne, trying to cover up the burn in her cheeks.

“Marshall,” I said firmly. “You can handle them on your own.” I patted him on the shoulder.

“I don’t like this version of Hunt.” He patted my arm back a little harder, clearly annoyed with my decision. “I’ll be in my suite if you change your mind.” He nodded to Titan before he walked away.

Now it was just her and me.

Thinking about that joint blow job I received last year.

I looked into her eyes and saw her look into mine. She couldn’t hide her jealousy as much as she tried. I could see it—deep down inside. When she heard about me kissing that woman in the club, she’d worn the exact same expression. She took another drink to compose herself, doing her best to appear indifferent to the news she just heard. “You’re free to do what you want, Hunt.”

“And I’m doing exactly what I want.”

“No, you aren’t. You hooked up with that woman last week, and now you have a team of women wanting to take turns giving you a blow job. Don’t let me stop you.” She kept her voice steady as if she weren’t mad, but there was no mistaking the hurt in her expression.

She was jealous. Furiously jealous. I liked it enough to smile, but I stopped my lip from curling. “You aren’t stopping me. You know I wasn’t with that woman.”

“I know you said you weren’t with her…but that doesn’t mean anything.”

“I’m not a liar, Titan.”

She looked away. “Maybe you are. Maybe you aren’t.”

“You don’t want me to go upstairs. I don’t want to go upstairs either. So let’s just go back to your room and do what we really want.” My hands were in my pockets, but I leaned in close to her, our proximity inappropriate for two platonic friends.

She finished her glass and swallowed hard, stalling her answer. “The only thing I want to do is get away from you.”

“Really?” I challenged. “So you couldn’t care less if I joined Marshall.”

She looked me right in the eye, her gaze steady. “Not in the least.” She did her best to appear sincere, but it wasn’t enough.

I didn’t believe her. “Then I’ll go.”

She pressed her lips tightly together. “Fine.”

“Fine.” I met her hard look with my own before I turned my back on her. I walked out of the lobby and directly into the elevator. When I turned around and looked at her, she had her back turned to me, her arms crossed over her chest.

I stared at her until the doors closed.

---

I sat on the couch and helped myself to the whiskey and ice cubes. I poured a drink and enjoyed it as I looked at the view outside. There wasn’t much to see because the sun was gone, but the lights along the walkway were beautiful. The sailboats in the harbor weren’t visible, but as soon as morning arrived, they would be bobbing on the ocean.

The keycard machine in the door lit up, and the knob turned as Titan stepped inside. I’d known she would retreat to her room within ten minutes after our conversation was over. She kicked off her heels, tossed her clutch aside, and judging from the way she jerked, she was angry as she moved through the suite.

She didn’t notice me.

She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, and the sound she made with her lips was painful to listen to. All of her heartbreak was uttered in the single sound, her devastation at the thought of me being with two beautiful women instead of her.

Listening to her sadness made me feel terrible because I knew I really did hurt her. Well, I didn’t. But she thought I did. “Care for a drink?”

She froze at the sound of my voice, her lithe body rigid with surprise. She slowly turned toward me, her makeup slightly smeared because of the damp emotion in her eyes. She couldn’t fix it with me sitting right there, so she left it alone.

I set my glass on the table, the glass thudding against the surface. It was so quiet in the room I could hear every single sound. I could hear every single time she took a breath. The air moved past her lips, into her lungs, and back out again.

Despite being caught in the act, she held my gaze like she had nothing to be ashamed of.

I rose to my feet and met her head on, wanting to wipe away that look of pain.

She held my gaze until she couldn’t look at me anymore, the emotion too raw. She was relieved I was there but embarrassed that it was plainly obvious how she felt—that she was hopelessly in love with me. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at the floor, a foot shorter than she usually was without her stilettos.

I moved closer to her, and she breathed deeper when I drew near. My hand slid into her hair, and I forced her gaze up, making her look directly into my eyes. Now she couldn’t hide from me. I could see everything she didn’t want me to see; I could see her agony as well as her desire. “Don’t ever tell me to leave if you want me to stay.” I positioned her head perfectly so I could place my mouth against her soft lips. It was a gentle kiss, so soft our mouths hardly moved together. She breathed into my mouth, and I took everything she offered me, sucking her essence deep inside my chest. “Tell me.”

Her fingers wrapped around my wrist, and she kissed me back, deepening the embrace. “Stay.”

My arm tightened around her waist, and I pulled her hard against me, feeling her perky tits against my chest. I squeezed her harder than I should, but I needed all of her, everything I could get. I was ticked she would think, even for a second, I would go to some other woman’s bed for the night. Ever since I met Titan, she’d become my obsession. I had everything I could possibly want in the world, but she was the only thing I truly valued. Money, cars, mansions…none of those gave me happiness.

Only she did.

My hand tightened into a fist as I squeezed the fabric of her dress, making my forearm flex around her waist. My other hand demolished her hair, gripping it like it was a lasso and she was my prey.

She breathed harder into my mouth, matching my intensity almost instantly. When she kissed me, she trembled slightly right against my mouth. Moans mixed with breaths as she fell deeper into me, giving herself over to me. She didn’t try to hide her feelings anymore. She wanted me there with her, plowing between her legs for the entire night. She didn’t want to share me with anyone else. She wanted to be the only woman I fucked—the only woman I loved.

Her dress dropped to the floor, and her bra was snapped off. I tugged her panties down her ass, feeling the steep swell of the impressive piece of muscle. She got my jacket and collared shirt off so she could run her hands over my expansive chest. She fell into her typically voracious attitude, yanking off my belt and undoing my slacks. She pushed everything down, getting me naked as quickly as possible.

Before I could scoop her up and carry her to the bed, she pushed me back onto the mattress. I had been the one controlling the situation, but she didn’t hesitate to take over once she hit her stride.

I lay back and scooted toward the headboard, knowing she wanted to ride my fat dick. It was one of her favorite things to do—and it was one of my favorite things to watch.

She crawled onto my lap and straddled my hips, her beautiful tits against my chest. With hard nipples and a beautiful blush across her skin, she had the perfect rack. Her tits were big, but they were perfectly shaped. They were gorgeous and delicious.

Her folds sat right on my cock, her wet pussy soaking my length. Her beautiful brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, uneven and disheveled from my aggressive hand. With slightly parted lips and sex in her eyes, she looked like my fantasy. She was the exact kind of woman I wanted to fuck—but she was also the only woman I wanted to love.

My hands gripped her luscious ass cheeks, and I kneaded them with my fingertips. My cock lay against my stomach, pulsing and anxious. I wanted to be buried inside that pussy I now called home.

She gripped my shoulders, her perfectly manicured nails pressing into my hard skin. Her face was right next to mine, but she didn’t kiss me. Her beautiful and lethal expression was on me, full of arousal but so much more. This wasn’t just sex to her. Her heart was practically hanging out of her chest for me to take. She’d given me her heart once, but when she took it back, it was never really out of my grasp. Now it was just guarded, wrapped in a flimsy cage.

I wished I had her heart in my palm again. I wished we were back to what we were. Someone had ripped us apart, but our love was still keeping us together—but barely.

My hand moved to small of her back, and I tilted her forward, wanting to slide my dick inside my woman.

She moved with me, slowly taking my cock and sliding all the way down. She inched all the way to the base, taking my complete length like she was made to do it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she couldn’t believe just how good we felt together. Every time was our first time.

I gripped her hips and looked her in the eye. “Tell me to stay.”

She slowly moved up until she reached my tip. Then she slid back down to my base. “Stay.”

“Tell me you don’t want me to be with anyone else.”

She continued to ride my length, slowly dragging herself to my base before she rose up again. Her breathing was even but slowly escalating. Her nipples were hardening, dragging down my chest as they moved.

I guided her harder down my cock, exploring that soaked pussy even more.

Her lips barely touched mine as she spoke. “No one else…”

A quiet moan escaped my lips, aroused by her possessiveness, her obvious jealousy. “Tell me you love me.”

She rode my length harder, taking my cock deep inside her. Her cream lubricated me all the way to the hilt. Our bodies sounded so slick together, moving past each other as we tried to claim one another entirely. She arched her back, straightened her shoulders, and tilted her chin up as she enjoyed me, as she worshiped my length with her heavenly cunt.

I sprinkled kisses along her jawline until I reached her ear. My mouth released hot breaths straight into her canal, my arousal amplified for her to hear. “Tell me.” I kissed the shell of her ear and gripped both of her cheeks with my hands.

“No.”

My face moved back to hers, seeing the defiance in her expression. She wasn’t going to cave so easily, put all of her cards on the table. She displayed her restraint and resilience, doing her best to fight the connection that gripped us both by the throat.

Her arms circled my neck, and she fingered my hair, taking my length at an accelerated pace.

I wasn’t going to let her win, no matter how good her cunt felt. She’d admitted her jealousy, her possessiveness. But I wanted more from her. I wanted to take away everything, wrap her around my finger once more.

I lifted her up and maneuvered her to her back, keeping my throbbing dick inside her. My arms widened her legs, and I conquered her with my size, making her sink into the mattress until she was nearly swallowed up by it. Her slender, lithe body couldn’t make an indentation on its own. But I was nearly twice her size, over a foot taller than her, and I had more muscle in my arm than she had in her entire body.

I pounded into her, hitting her in the perfect spot over and over. I’d been with her enough times to know how to push all the right buttons. I knew exactly where her trigger was to detonate all of her explosives. I pressed deep and hard, conquering her wet pussy and making it mine. I kept my eyes on hers, wanting her to know she was mine.

Her fingers dug into my arms, and her mouth widened. The screams were about to erupt, but before she could topple over the edge and fall, I stopped. I kept my hard dick inside her, pulsing and aching. But I didn’t grind my pelvic bone against her clit. I held her captive in place, on the verge of a climax that would make her legs shake. If she wanted me to please her, she had to please me first.

“Say it.”

She dug her nails deeper into my skin and gave me a desperate look. She still fought me, but the battle wouldn’t last long.

I pulled my dick completely out then shoved it back in, reminding her how good it felt.

She moaned right into my face.

“Tell me.”

Her nipples were pointed at the ceiling, her knees were pressed into her sides, and she looked like the most succulent woman, ripe for the taking. She had my dick deep inside her, completely at my mercy. She never looked so sexy as when she had my big cock inside her. Her arms circled my neck, and her fingers clutched my hair. “I love you…”

A high unlike anything I’d felt rushed through me. It was better than landing my first business deal. It was better than when I made my first billion. I felt like I’d truly accomplished something, had done something to make me into a real man. I had the love of the most amazing woman on this planet. She could love anyone, have any man that she chose, but she only wanted me.

My hand grasped her hair, and I deepened my angle between her legs. I possessed as much of her as I could, conquering her body as well as her heart. I started to thrust into her again, giving my woman my dick the way she wanted. “I love you, baby.”