I rolled off of Jasper, letting out a long sigh. God, that felt good.

 

“You okay?” He asked, peering over at me. I ran my hand along his naked chest, taking him in—damn, this guy was just so fucking ridiculously sexy. He just made me want to screw the day away—which was something I fully intended to spend the rest of our time together doing, if I was being honest with myself.

 

“I’m amazing.” I beamed up at him, and stretched out in the bed. We were at his apartment; he’d initially been a bit weird about the thought of me being here, but we knew it would be more obvious if we were booking into hotels every five minutes so we could satisfy our cravings for each other. He’d relented, sneaking me up to his top floor little slice of the world every morning after he picked me up. We usually didn’t make it out of bed for the rest of the day, except to order in food and maybe watch some crappy TV. This was the life—this was the life I could get used to.

 

It had been about ten days since we had fucked in the hotel shower—and, well, the entire rest of that night, as well. I knew it wasn’t exactly ethical, to hook up with a guy I was paying to look after me, but hey—if he didn’t mind, then I certainly didn’t, either.

 

Jasper had seemed pretty keen that the two of us weren’t going to fuck again after the tipsy night we spent together in the hotel—and, yeah, with a father like mine, I couldn’t exactly blame him from feeling uncomfortable with that notion. He was right in thinking that my father would go fucking ballistic if he knew that the two of us were fucking behind his back—that Jasper wasn’t taking me out to shop and eat and generally be a ditzy little girl, but sequestering me away in his apartment where we would spend hours on end in bed together.

 

He dropped me off at home the morning after that first night, and I wasn’t really sure what to think. I knew the night before had been insane and that I seriously wanted to do it again, but if he wasn’t into it there was little I could do to change his opinion. He came to pick me up the next morning—I was surprised enough at that in and of itself, imagining that he might cut his losses, take the money, and get out while he could.

 

He was quiet in the car on the drive into the city. He was quiet when he took me out for breakfast. And he was quiet when he led me back to the car, stripped me naked, and fucked me on the backseat in the quiet parking lot we’d found ourselves in. That’s when I knew that he felt the same way I did, that he wanted me as fiercely as I wanted him. I felt powerful, in control—for once in my life, I didn’t have to beg and plead to get my way.

 

And, even though I had yet to hear back from any of the apartment people with anything particularly encouraging, spending the days in his apartment was freeing in its own way. I would walk around the place while he was out getting us food and think about how I would decorate a place like this—it was sparse and minimal, like Jasper, but I could imagine it turning into the most gorgeous, cozy little home with just a few tweaks here and there.

 

I would lay in his bed and stare at the ceiling, and imagine what it would be like to live in my own little place like this at some point in the near future. How it would feel to finally be free. I wondered if I could afford a two-bedroom place—one bedroom for sleeping, and the other for fucking the night away. Probably not, but hey, a girl could dream, couldn’t she?

 

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been fucked the way Jasper fucked me—probably because it had never happened before. Yeah, it wasn’t as though I was a virgin when we’d hooked up for the first time—and this wasn’t some Madonna shit where his touch made me feel brand new or some crap—but the sex I’d had and the people I’d had it with…none of it had been as free as it was with him. The couple of boyfriends I’d had before I’d met him had all been strictly regulated, barely allowed to take me out on a date without Dad’s bodyguards keeping an eye on us—and it wasn’t as though I could get away with spending a night over at their place. They would either come stay at mine, in the little room that still felt as though it belonged to a teenager, or we would stick to entirely chaste days out. Getting followed by a handful of unnerving dudes for an evening didn’t make for much sexy spontaneity, I could tell you that for sure.

 

But with him…it was fucking crazy. We’d make sure to spend at least a small portion of the day outside, to make sure we’d be seen in our deeply professional interactions, and even that was exciting—I would call him into the dressing room to help me do up a dress, and he would make me come with his fingers while he made me watch myself in the mirror.

 

Our connection was powerful and intoxicating, and it had consumed my every waking thought since we’d hooked up for the first time. I wasn’t sure if what we had went any deeper, but I was quite happy keeping things at surface level for the time being. When doing nothing but screwing brought me so much pleasure, who was I to hunt for anything more serious? After all, this was the closest thing I’d had to a fling, so why would I want to mess it up with feelings?

 

The privacy we got when we were together meant that I felt far more…experimental than usual. I had always been interested in stuff that was a little less vanilla than my exes were into, but I was nervous about trying it out—the thought of doing that in my old bedroom was just creepy to me, no matter what way I framed it. And the thought of my dad walking in on us, or finding out about any of it was just plain mortifying.

 

But since we’d first fucked, I’d unleashed that side of myself—even now, it was hard to think of it without blushing, but there was so much we’d tried together and so much more I wanted to. The thought was tantalizing, and it gratified me that Jasper was down for pretty much everything that I wanted. We were compatible in ways I hadn’t even considered possible before.

 

That particular morning, Jasper had had to come into the house to pick me up, nodding politely at my father as he walked by his office and helping me out to the car in a pair of outrageously high heels. I was wearing the dress he had torn off me back in the hotel, and I could tell he’d noticed it—his eyes skimmed up and down me as I made my way by him, and I struggled to keep the smile off my face as I swept down to the waiting car.

 

He’d driven me straight to his place, bent me over, and screwed me over his kitchen counter before I had a chance to get my coat off. The heels put us at an appropriate height for standing-up sex, which was exactly why I’d worn them. Then, he’d taken me to bed and gone down on me for a while before we screwed again. I felt thoroughly sated—at least for the time being.

 

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” he let out a long breath as he flopped back on the bed. “You’re exhausting, you know that?”

 

“Oh, like you don’t like it,” I teased him lightly. I’d heard his grunts of pleasure as he penetrated me, as he ate me out—I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was.

 

“Besides, it’s part of your job description now,” I remarked playfully, turning to him and raising my eyebrows.

 

“A pretty fun part, at that,” he agreed, trailing his fingers tantalizingly over my bare stomach. “Just…don’t get carried away, yeah?”

 

“What do you mean?” I propped myself up on one elbow and stared at him intently.

 

“I mean…this is just what it is,” he warned. “We’re just having fun, right?”

 

“Of course,” I rolled my eyes. “Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I’m going to be falling at your feet as soon as you fuck me, thanks so much.”

 

“As long as we’re clear,” he murmured, then leaned over to kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, eager for more. He was addictive—the taste of him, the smell of him, the weight of him on top of me as we fucked. My legs parted as if on instinct as soon as our lips touched, and I smiled into the kiss. Yeah, I could live with this. I could live with this for a good long time.