Before Darcy, I never would have thought remembering exactly how big a cock is would actually be possible. And if I’m being totally honest, I've seen some pretty forgettable cocks in my day.

But Darcy's dick? It's actually too big for the human mind to fathom. It's one of those things you just have to see to believe. And once you get to see—and have—it, it’s just not possible to forget.

As he yanks it out of his pants for me, I move across the limo to the seat opposite him just to take it all in.

"Scared, Lizzie?" he asks, fisting his man meat for me. He's already hard. "I've never known you to be driven away by a stiff, eager cock before..."

"Just enjoying the view," I say with a saucy little wink.

It's not even a lie. Darcy is gorgeous, even with his suit still on. Out of it, he'd be a primal kind of erotic. Uncontrollably hot. Darcy has the kind of body that does cavewoman things to me. Unnga unnga! Me want dick!

But having him like this, fully dressed in the back of a limousine with his rock-hard dick in his hand, it's like the best of both worlds. Powerful businessman Mr. Darcy and sex-crazed maniac Mr. Big, all in one.

"Stroke it," I tell him.

Raising an eyebrow, he complies. It takes a long time for his fist to travel all the way up his gorgeous shaft, and even longer for him to work in back down again.

He's playing with me. Teasing. And here I was, thinking that I was the one in control here. Instead, Darcy is rendering me speechless.

"If you don't close your mouth, Lizzie, I'm going to have to come over there and put my cock in it."

I startle, and then realize what he’s saying. Oh, fuck. He's right. Here's Darcy, jacking off to me in the back of his limo, and here I am, staring at him open-mouthed like some kind of gawking virgin who's never seen a penis before.

In my defense, Darcy's dick kind of renders every other cock in the world irrelevant.

He wraps a second fist around it, just to hold it steady while he focuses his efforts on the tip. Oh, fucking hell. I'm wet. Dripping wet. There's just something about that—the fact that he actually needs two hands to control that bad boy—that just does it for me.

It does it for me bad.

"Why don't you join me, Lizzie?" he offers graciously.

"Leave it to a billionaire to try and screw his way into a free show."

"I could try to screw my way into something else, if you'd prefer," he smirks. "I was just thinking that you look awfully idle over there. Why not give me something to look at?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I say, squeezing my knees together, trying to get a hold of myself.

Darcy's smile widens, and he tips his head back, all cocky and arrogant.

It's a good look on him. Too good.

Now I’m biting my lip.

"I think we both would," he says. "Spread your legs for me. It would be ungentlemanly of me to be the only one getting off. Don't you agree?"

Right on cue, my knees open up on their own for him.

Shit. Apparently, I do.

"Well, when you put it like that..."

"Good," he growls. "I want you to touch yourself too, Lizzie. Lean back, finger that dripping wet cunt of yours...and listen to my voice."

Darcy's gaze on me is so heavy, I can actually feel it as I scoot down in the seat and spread my legs open a little wider.

I should be used to this by now. Men watch me do this all the fucking time during work hours. But to do it for someone after hours feels…different.

Coming for a bunch of faceless guys, anonymously pouring money into my bank account across a computer screen is fun. It makes me feel good about myself, I get off, but at the end of it all, it's just a show. A gig. Something I do for the return. Something that keeps my monthly budget thoroughly in the green.

I do it for the pay. Everything else is a fringe benefit.

Doing it for Darcy, though. That's something else entirely.

I stroke my pussy lips with two fingers, already feeling the steaming hot slickness that the sight of his cock has caused there. When I decided not to wear panties for this little adventure, I was feeling confident. Now, for the first time, I'm feeling totally exposed.

"Look at me," he commands.

I raise my eyes to meet his. He's staring at me with brutal intensity and my clit throbs. Darcy is totally eye-fucking me right now and I can't bring myself to look away.

I think about pretending that he's just another fan and realize I can't. It's the same feeling I had when he was chatting me during that first show he watched.

This man couldn't be just some other guy even if he was actively trying to be. Everything about him is electric. Visceral. Too hot to handle. More than any other guys I’ve met.

"You get off for a lot of men," Darcy is saying. My gaze lowers to his fists as he pumps his cock with them. "Something of a talent of yours, isn't it?"

"Do you like that?" I ask.

I shouldn't give a shit about what he likes or doesn't like...but I do.

"I like that you're confident in your sexuality. You know what turns you on. You know what you want."

His tongue slicks across his lower lip, and BAM! I'm imagining it lapping at my clit instead.

"Slip your fingers in your slit and start rubbing your honey around, Lizzie. You've probably made a million different men come, while they watch you do exactly that. Someone ought to return the favor."

I lick my bottom lip too, mirroring him.

Well, he's not wrong.

A tiny moan escapes my lips as I dip my fingers into my pussy. My pussy lips were already wet. Between them, it’s even wetter. I'm slick and sticky and so fucking hot for Darcy right now, I could scream in ecstacy.

Instead, I start rubbing myself like he tells me to and restrain myself to a needy whimper.

"You spend too much time with your toys. You need a real man. Your body knows it, too. That's why you get so wet for me. I can smell you from all the way over here. You're begging to be fucked. And not by some fucking dildo. Not by your vibrator. You need cock, Lizzie. Real cock. Can you feel it?"

My whimper turns to a big, whining moan as I start stroking my clit. I'm trying to trap it between my fingers, but I'm so wet, that it keeps escaping me. Every time I nearly catch it, it's another burst of total ecstasy. And it's all the better because I know that he’s watching. Stroking his cock. Getting off on it, too.

I can feel it.

He's so fucking right.

"Imagine my cock inside you, stretching that tight little pussy of yours out, while you struggle to accommodate me. Isn't that better than some piece of silicone?"

I imagine it so hard, I can feel it. Darcy's cockhead pushing between my pussy lips. His big, thick shaft sliding in deep. It’s almost too much.

"Now imagine my arms around you, holding you close while my big, heavy cock rubs against your G-spot, driving you closer and closer to orgasm. An orgasm you can't control."

My pussy clenches in anticipation. What he's describing is exactly what I want. Having all of him inside me, and knowing that he's real. That this is all real.

If I could just have him at my beck and call, ready to fuck the way I want, whenever I want it, I would throw out every dildo I own.

"Now…" he says, and there's a darkness to his voice.”Imagine while I fuck you, a gorgeous woman kisses your neck, going down your back. She wraps her arms around you too, squeezing your nipples from behind, while I ruin that perfect cunt of yours."

Oh, God. I shouldn't have told him about that. I almost wish I hadn't. Because now he's using it against me, and I'm getting so close to coming to the thought of it that I'm blushing.

"Maybe it's Lydia," Darcy suggests.

Fuck. I can feel Lydia's perfect body, naked and warm against mine. Her mouth on my shoulders, sucking and licking, while Darcy holds me and uses me like a whore.

"Or maybe it's Jane," he says with a cruel smile.

I can feel the physical sensation of Jane's huge, perfect tits pressing onto my back. Her long, gorgeous nails squeezing my nipples. Her straight white teeth sinking into my neck as I—

"Darcy! Jane! YES! AAAAH!" I moan as it hits me.

Orgasm. Pink-hot, throbbing, sticky, soaking wet orgasm. My knees go wild as I lose control of my body. My back arches like I'm possessed, and I’m gasping for air like I’m hyperventilating.

And all the while, Darcy is there. Watching. Jerking himself off.

"Jane, huh?" he chuckles as my chest heaves and my body relaxes. "I thought that might do it for you. She's gorgeous, isn't she?"

Even in the afterglow of orgasm, I feel a brief pang of jealousy that I didn't expect. Jane is gorgeous, he's right. But does that mean…

"But not quite my type," he says casually, soothing my inner angry green just like that. "You need a woman who properly compliments your beauty."

Wait...what does that mean? I prop myself up on my elbows to stare at him in confusion. The look Darcy shoots back at me is just as intense as ever.

"Did I tell you that you could stop touching yourself, Lizzie?"

Oh, wow. I've never felt my fingers fly to my clit so fast in my entire life.

He smirks.

"You like being ordered around, don't you?"

"Only in bed," I shoot back.

If Darcy thinks he can bend me to his will like this, without manipulation through orgasm, he's got another thing coming.

"Or in the backs of limos," he adds.

I bite my lip. He has a point. The fact that I can feel the ground rolling past beneath us, and the knowledge that Darcy's driver is right on the other side of the partition is pretty fucking hot.

"Or in the backs of limos," I relent. "But that's it."

Darcy laughs. He's got the dreamiest laugh. It sounds good on his lips.

"No coat check rooms, then?"

"Not a chance," I say.

"How do you feel about kitchen counters?"

"I have a strict no kitchen counter policy, actually."

"Hmm," he muses. "I might have to see about changing that."

"You can try," I tease, laughing back at him.

"I wonder if you would respond to a woman ordering you around, the way you respond to me."

Suddenly, the laugh dies in my throat. In its place, a little moan comes out.

Darcy's lips curl into his signature wolfish grin.

"I thought so," he says. "For someone with such a dominant personality, Lizzie, you have such a submissive streak."

God. I must. Because right now, I'm working my clit beneath my fingers like I'm a mafia henchman and it's the guy who just ratted me out to the police.

"Imagine a woman," Darcy tells me. "Not Jane or Lydia...someone else. A woman you think you would look beautiful with."

I turn my gaze to his cock again, wracking my brain for what he’s after. What? A woman I would look beautiful with? Like, Darcy, babe. I’m hot. I would look beautiful with anyone. But then I see his cock…still hard. Still clenched in his fist.

He's getting off on this.

I wasn't prepared for how much I would fucking like that, but I do. I love it.

I decide to play along.

"Are you imagining her, Lizzie?"

I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

First, I imagine his hands. He has such big, sexy hands. They're manly. Made for touching. Stroking. Petting. And…mmm, spanking, too.

The last time we were together, Darcy moved my body around with those hands like I was some kind of human sex doll made for his pleasure. I'm imagining them now, stroking up and down my thighs. Teasing beneath my dress. Making me even wetter than I am now, which doesn't even seem possible.

Except that with Darcy, nothing's impossible.

And then, it happens. There's another set of hands in my fantasy. Gorgeous, tan hands. Long, effeminate fingers. Short, practical nails. Classy french tips. Darcy places his hands on top of them and guides them where to touch me and how.

"Describe her to me," Darcy says.

I swallow hard and focus on the image.

She looks up at me with dark, enchanting eyes. Hazel. Rimmed with long, thick lashes. Suddenly, I can picture her perfectly.

"She's beautiful," I gasp. "Long, straight black hair. Not dyed black—natural. Dark red lips..."

"They're kissing yours," Darcy says, adding to the fantasy.

My lips pout and pucker at the suggestion. Fuck. They're warm and soft. I can practically feel this fantasy woman’s kiss.

"Describe her body," he commands.

"Mmm. Curves," I moan, petting my pussy harder. "Wide, sexy hips. Tiny little waist. Big, heavy breasts..."

"And where am I?"

"Behind me," I whisper. In my fantasy, Darcy's hands push me forward so I'm on my hands and knees. "Your massive cock is pressing against my pussy. I'm so wet that you could slide right in any second. Oh, God. Darcy. Please—"

"And where is she?"

Darcy's voice is a low, sexy growl now. My hips buck at the sound of it.

"Beneath me. I have her wrists pinned to the ground. My tits are rubbing against hers, and—oh, fuck. I'm kissing her. We're making out while you tease me with your cock. I'm getting wetter by the minute, and it's dripping—mmm. It's dripping from my pussy down onto her stomach."

"You'll have to lick that off of her when I'm done with you."

"I will! YES! Please! I'll lick your cum off of her too, after you cum inside me. When you pull out, it will all pour out onto her skin—"

"And you'll lap it all up, like a good slut. Are you a good slut?"

"Mmm. I am. Fuck, yes. I want to be!"

"What else do you want, Lizzie?"

I swallow hard and lick my lips. I’m wracking my brain for the answer, and it’s like every porno I’ve ever half-watched is playing behind my eyelids at once.

The sex scenes from every romance movie. The bit from Titanic where Rose’s hand presses against the window of the carriage. Half a dozen creampie videos—just the good bit at the end where the man’s cum is dripping out of the woman’s pussy.

Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis making out in Black Swan. Two busty porn stars armed with cans of whipped cream, spraying it at each other. The Notebook when Rachel McAdams comes in wet from the rainstorm and Ryan Gosling is there, ready and waiting for her—

“I want her to lick it out of me,” I gasp. “Make her lick your nut out of my cum-soaked cunt!”

“Fuck yes, Lizzie. Feel it! Give me more!”

“I want her to slurp it all up,” I whine, as I feel the orgasm surface. It’s so close. Soooo fucking close. I can almost taste it. I can almost—

“And I want her to…to spit it into my mouth! I want your hot, milky cum in my mouth, Darcy. Give it to me!”

“Take it, you whore!”

The orgasm hits me like a cockslap to the face. My whole body goes stiff as a board, and then it’s like I’m surfing wave after wave of pleasure. It’s like I was made for this. Maybe I was.

I’ve always been good at sex. Good at coming. But whatever Darcy has awakened in me takes it all to the next level. He’s a freak in bed, I realize, and that suits me just fine because so am I.

He moans, then growls. I open my eyes, releasing myself from the cummy lips of the fantasy woman, just in time to watch something truly fucking glorious happen.

Rope after rope of glistening, pearly cum launches from Darcy’s pocket rocket like fireworks. He unleashes a massive fucking load, and it lands absolutely everywhere.

On the lapels of his suit. Across his lap. Along the buttons of his dress shirt. There’s even a little bit glimmering in his hair.

“Fuck,” I breathe, watching him in total awe.

This must be how my fans feel all the time. Or at least, something like this. When I come for my fans, we’re separated by a computer screen and thousands of miles. I can’t even see them and how they look like when they come.

But Darcy is here. Right here. He’s close enough to lick—

Which gives me an idea.

“God, Lizzie. That felt…”

“Incredible?” I suggest, leaning forward. “Spectacular?”

“I was going to say fucking good,” he laughs. “But on second thought, I don’t think words can describe it.”

“No?” I ask, dropping to my knees. I place my hands palm-down on the floor of the limo, arch my back and stare up at him hungrily. “How about…unbelievable.”

He stares back down at me and bites his lip. After all, I’m giving him a hell of a view.

“No,” he whispers. “Just like in X-Files, Lizzie. I want to believe.”

“Okay, Spooky Mulder,” I joke, crawling forward. “What about irrational?”

“That’s a good word for how you make me feel.”

On my hands and knees, I make my way across the limo until I’m kneeling at his feet. His cock is still out, throbbing and covered in his seed, but his hands are free to pet me and stroke me as he pleases. I flutter my eyelashes up at him as he toys with one of my rogue curls.

“Sensational,” I suggest.

“You certainly do stimulate my senses.”

“Clandestine?”

I lower my mouth to his cock. In one long, lingering lick, I slurp up all of the cum clinging to the underside of it.

“Mmm. Doesn’t have to be,” Darcy lies.

Or, at least, I’m pretty sure he’s lying. At this moment, I guess I don’t really care about things like reality. Business deals. Social and financial repercussions. Breathing. All of that seems kind of irrelevant when I can take Darcy’s dick down my throat—so I do.

“You suck cock like a dream, Lizzie.”

He slumps back, surrendering himself to the pleasures of my mouth.

“You have dirty dreams, Mr. Darcy,” I purr as I pull back and kiss up and down his shaft. He hasn’t softened up yet, and it’s driving me wild.

“That’s true,” he chuckles.

Then, as I grab his cock and slap it against my outstretched tongue, that laugh turns into a delicious hiss.

“Lately, there’s been a particularly insatiable woman on my mind.”

“Sounds like a slut,” I mumble against the lap of his suit pants.

I’ve found the long, sticky rope of cum that he’s painted across them in my honor, and now I’m taking the liberty of licking it off for him.

“Oh, she is,” he reassures me. “Sluttiest woman I’ve ever met.”

“One orgasm just isn’t good enough for her,” I add. Now I’m licking the cum off his shirt. Beneath the linen fabric, I can feel his perfect abs. They’re warm and hard beneath my tongue.

“Nothing is good enough for her.”

“I bet she drinks only expensive wine too.”

“Completely empties my wallet,” he agrees. “But she’s worth it.”

“Is she?”

I raise my eyes to him, and hold his gaze as my fingers grip the lapels of his suit jacket. Slowly, very slowly, I lick up the delicious stream of cum clinging to it. I stick out my tongue and show it to him before I swallow.

“Absolutely,” he breathes.

“And why is that, Mr. Darcy?”

I’m practically sitting on his lap now, and I feel his hands curl beneath me to grip my ass.

“Because,” he says, shifting his hips. Suddenly, his dick is cradled perfectly between my pussy lips. I can’t help but whimper as it presses against my swollen, horny clit.

“She lets me fuck her like this.”

What does like this mean, you ask? In Darcy’s case, like this means grabbing me by the ass and painstakingly lowering me onto his cock. Inch. By. Inch.

The first inch is just the tip. Darcy’s cockhead is fat and sensitive, and despite the workout that I regularly give myself on camera, I’m still almost too tight for him. He moans as he sinks into my pussy. It’s the sexiest sound in the world.

The second inch. He’s biting his lower lip with that cocky Darcy confidence. The kind that could get him any woman in the world he wants. He could seduce any woman in the world to take his cock. He could afford to pay any woman in the world for the same thing without even half the effort.

But he doesn’t want just any woman. He wants me.

That thought makes me hump my hips toward him, trying to drive him deeper inside me and end this prolonged agony of waiting. But Darcy has a cruel streak, and worse—he has a plan.

The third inch. The fourth.

Now I’m whimpering and cooing like a total slut. He’s so close to sliding up against my G-spot that it makes my teeth ache.

The fifth inch. The sixth.

Finally, I feel the thickness of his dick stroking my pussy exactly the way I wanted it to just a second ago. But instead of feeling satisfied, I only want more.

The seventh inch.

“Please,” I whine, rocking my hips back and forth in his hands.

“Please what, you little cock addict?”

SMACK! He slaps my ass and lowers me onto inch #8.

“M-m-more,” I beg.

“Patience.”

The ninth inch.

He’s as deep inside me as any other man has ever been. Nine inches is usually something worth bragging to your girlfriends about, over brunch and mimosas the next morning. Darcy makes nine inches look like nothing more than an appetizer.

Ten inches.

My whole body’s shaking. I put my mouth on his, desperately kissing his lips. I need to be fucked. Roughly, thoroughly fucked.

Instead, Darcy is teasing me by giving me everything he’s got in the most measured way humanly possible.

Eleven inches.

I don’t even know how I’m taking all of this cock. All I know is that the second he lets me, I’m bouncing up and down in it until I’m fucking cross-eyed.

I inhale sharply, bracing for impact. Inch #12 is coming up any second, and I know what happens when I get it.

First, I’m going to feel him slam into my cervix.

Then, I’m going to orgasm so hard that the limo blows all four tires at once.

“Fuck, Darcy! Fuck me already!”

He holds me steady, one tantalizing inch away from the best orgasm of my life.

“Are you sure, Lizzie? You fucking want it?”

My lips are trembling as I look down on him with the sweetest, sluttiest gaze I can muster.

“I need it.”

“Shit. That’s fucking hot,” Darcy swears.

I feel his cock throb inside me while my honey slides down that damned final inch.

He gives it to me while staring deeply into my eyes.

Just like that, we’re gone. Playtime is over. No more games. He starts to pound away at my tight, dripping pussy like it’s his sole fucking purpose in life. The orgasm I’ve been begging and pleading towards, hits me like a fucking bus.

I go full-idiot for a second, while it takes over my entire body. I don’t have words for how fucking good it feels. Only moans.

My pussy is throbbing so hard, I can feel it in my abs. My mouth is slick with saliva. My heart feels like it’s about to pound its way straight out of my chest. My body feels light and airy, like I could float up out through the moon roof and into the stars.

Darcy’s my only anchor. He holds my hips tighter and slams all twelve glorious inches of his cock into me over and over again until my body collapses against his.

“That it, Lizzie,” he growls. “Take it! Take my fucking cock in your hot little cunt!”

I feel like I’m fucking glowing. Like there’s pink neon coursing through my veins.

Darcy sinks his teeth into my neck, then kisses the spot where they’ve bruised me. I’ll have to apply like, seven layers of concealer if I don’t want my viewers to see it on my next show.

Hell. Maybe I’ll let them see. They can all know that I’ve been taken by a better man. A richer man. A way, way sexier man. A man with a better brain and a bigger cock than they would even dare to wish for.

“Come with me, Lizzie,” he rasps. His gaze has gone all dark and sexy now, like he’s completely out of control.

“Make me,” I growl back. “Make me, Darcy! Make me come!”

I arch my back and he pulls my dress down, then buries his face between my big, bouncing tits. Darcy runs his tongue between them, licking the salty sweat from my skin. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, then pinches the other.

In my pussy, pink neon love-hearts are radiating, pushing their way through my whole body. When Darcy bites down on my nipple, thrusting his iron-hot man meat into me all the way to the hilt, I explode into a fucking star burst.

“Darcy!” I scream. “YES! OH FUCK, DARCY! YES!”

“LIZZIE!” he shouts. “AAAH! TAKE IT! TAKE MY CUM!”

I feel his balls tense up as he fucks me with a dozen hard little thrusts. Each of them showers my pussy with another burst of hot, creamy cum. All the while, we’re holding on to each other like we’re been tossed a vast ocean of pleasure without a lifeboat, and if we let go, we’ll both be lost.

“Oh my god,” I say when I can finally catch my breath. “Darcy…that was…”

“The best sex you’ve ever had?” he grins.

I laugh. He’s still inside me, and I can feel my cunt clench tight around him again when I do.

Darcy moans. I guess he can feel it too.

“Yes,” I admit. “But you don’t need to be so smug about it.”

“You like me smug.”

He pulls me down into a deep, passionate kiss.

If this was a romance movie, there would be doves flying in the background and a moon overhead so big, you could practically pluck it from the sky and eat dinner off of it. Instead, the limo hits a pothole and Darcy’s still-hard dick bounces deeper inside me again.

I gasp.

I’m pretty sure if Darcy makes me orgasm again, I’m going to go into some kind of coma.

Judging by the way that Darcy is smiling up at me, he wants exactly that.

“You’re so fucking insatiable, Lizzie,” he says with a million-dollar smirk. “I love that about you.”

My mouth drops open into a soft little O. Did my ears just deceive me, or did Darcy just use the L-word?

Not lust.

Nope. Not lesbians.

Love.

But if Darcy realizes that he’s said it, he plays it off cool as can be. I hear a weird motorized sound overhead and look up to realize he’s opening the moonroof.

“Stand up and pop your head through,” he says, moving me off his lap. His cum-glazed dick slides against my inner thigh as he slips out of me, marking me with even more of his seed.

“Then spread your legs.”

“I’m not some teenager on prom night,” I tell him, even as I follow his instructions. “This isn’t my first time in a limo, you know.”

The night air is cool on my cheeks as I stand upright, knees trembling. Darcy has fucked me so hard that standing is not like, the easiest thing in the world right now, but the streetlights are gorgeous as they pass us by.

“It’s your first time orgasming in one,” he points out. “I want you to remember this forever.”

He’s not wrong, but he’s also selling himself a little short. After the fuck we just had? I’m pretty sure I’ve permanently memorized every vein of Darcy’s huge, throbbing dick.

But then I feel him move between my legs. And that’s when I realize: he’s not done with me yet.

His cum is still leaking out of my pussy as he kisses my thighs. Darcy is an alpha male. A billionaire. Hotter than anyone has any right being. It’s not often that anyone gets a man like him on his knees. In the boardroom, the bedroom, or otherwise. But before I can go totally mad with power, he reminds me that he’s still in control of the situation.

He sucks my clit into his mouth hard and fast. A crash of pleasure hits my body so violently, I have to cling to the edge of the moonroof just to keep myself upright.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper. “D-darcy…that’s soooooo so so good. You’re going…oh shit. You’re going to make me scream!”

“Scream then.”

I feel his teeth nibble at my thigh. Then they nibble at my clit. His fingers slip between my pussy lips, filling the space that his dick occupied only a few moments before, and his tongue does things to me that make my eyes roll back in my head.

“Darcy…”

“That’s right, Lizzie. Say my name.”

“Darcy!” I gasp.

“Scream it, you whore.”

That’s what does it.

Those two words: you whore.

That’s what makes me undeniably lose my mind.

I come.

“DARCY! OH MY GOD! WILL DARCY! FUCK ME! DO ME! LICK MY FUCKING CUNT! YES! YES! YE—”

Suddenly, he’s behind me. One hand wrapped around my waist, holding me against him. The other, wet with my juices and his cum, is clapped over my mouth.

“You’re going to get me in trouble, Lizzie,” he laughs, pulling me close.

I consider the ramifications of my actions and decide I don’t care.

I lick his fingers until he slips them into my mouth. Once I’ve sucked them clean, I relax against him, my lips slick and smiling.

“You’re good at going down, Will Darcy. The whole city ought to know.”

“And now they do. Christ. Your neighbors are going to hate me.”

“They live next door to a sex mansion. They knew what they were getting into.”

The night is cool, but his body is warm. I press my back against him, just relishing the way he feels. Normally, when the sex is over all I can think about is how I’m going to get my partner out of my bed. But Darcy…Darcy’s different.

Darcy, I just want to get into my bed.

It’s not until we’re on the front steps of the Bennet Babes mansion and he’s kissing me goodnight that I realize the night is finally over.

Worse…I realize that I don’t actually want it to end.