“Yes,” she whimpers, pulling my hips into her as she arches toward me.
“Good girl,” I rasp, my heart pounding at the sensation of her pulse beneath my palm as I stare down at her chest heaving with excited breaths. “You like when I control you?”
“God, yes,” she cries, wrapping a leg up around my hip to grind her clit against my cock.
God, she really is so fucking good. A grunt vibrates in my chest as I thrust against her. “Do you feel how hard you make me?” I whisper against the shell of her ear and trail my lips down her neck, sucking lightly for a second, just barely resisting the urge to bite until she screams. “You smell like the fucking beach, and it drives me wild.”
“Max.” She pants out my name, thrusting her pelvis into me. It’s her next word that sends me into a frenzy. “Please.”
I release my grasp on her throat, and our hands collide as we wrestle with her jeans. She shakes out of them and tosses her thong as our lips collide in an erratic, desperate kiss. Our tongues swirl against each other as my cock pours out of my boxer briefs. I don’t even fuck with our shirts before lifting her onto the table beside us and spreading her legs wide.
Yanking her hips to the edge, I impale myself deep inside her, plunging to the hilt with all the finesse of a fucking animal.
Fuck, going bare inside her is another goddamn level. She’s soaked for me, her body accepting me like I belong right fucking here all day, every day. I have a carnal reaction to knowing I’m the only man who’s had her like this. I like that fucking feeling. I like it too much as I pull out of her slowly and slam back in.
Her cries echo off the vaulted ceiling as I press my head to her chest and watch our bodies connect. Her arousal drenches my shaft, showing me just how turned on she was by my hand on her throat. She grips my arms as I squeeze her soft thighs and look up, our eyes connecting as I pound her hard against the table.
Eye contact used to be my thing. I needed it to trust that the woman wanted me and wasn’t forcing a feeling between us. But I don’t worry about that with Cassandra anymore. She fucking bled for me at dinner tonight, opening up about something from her past that was raw and painful. There’s a vulnerability in her gaze that I’ve never experienced with a woman I’ve been with before. Not even Jessica. It gives me everything I need to trust that she’s in this with me. Tonight was the final missing puzzle piece, and now all the things I’ve been falling for in Cassandra make even more sense.
I see her fully for all that she is and all that I know she will be.
Her pussy clenches around my shaft as she screams through the climax that ravages her body in record time. It’s all the reassurance I need before I groan loudly and pulsate inside her—twitching violently as her sweet channel sucks every last drop from my cock.
Our heavy breaths are the only sound reverberating off the walls until Cassandra’s sexy voice croaks, “Yes, Zaddy,” and reminds me that there is never a dull moment with this woman.
“And then I did a walk of shame back onto his private jet this morning.” I cover my face with my hands and lean against the counter at Dakota’s T-shirt shop, unable to look my bestie in the eyes after I just divulged in great detail everything that happened to me in the past twenty-four hours. I had to stop myself from texting her today while I was taking care of Everly because this is not the kind of story you text a bestie.
I murmur into my palm, “I’m pretty sure the flight attendant was laughing at me.”
“This sounds like straight-up fiction.” Dakota slaps the counter, demanding my eye contact. “Except for riding home on a private jet in the same clothes. That’s not hot.”
“Max didn’t tell me to pack a bag!” I exclaim. “And I actually tried on one of his dress shirts he keeps in his Aspen house, thinking I could wear it home and be all ‘dress shirt chic’ like the hot women you see in the movies, but it wouldn’t button over my gigantic ass.”
Dakota peals with laughter. “That’s so embarrassing.”
I frown and smile at the same time because embarrassment didn’t even factor into the moment. In fact, there was no self-consciousness at all this morning when we woke up in each other’s arms with the Aspen sun pouring in through his giant bedroom windows that got quite a show once we finally made it up the stairs.
“Actually, it wasn’t embarrassing,” I interject, a smug smile spreading across my face as I realize that somewhere between the private jet and Max spitting whiskey into my mouth, I finally accepted the fact that he likes my body just the way it is. “I’m pretty sure Max was turned on by the fact that the shirt didn’t fit. I thought he was a breast man, but he might be an ass man too.”
“Or he’s a Cozy man,” Dakota replies with a stunned look that has been on her face since I arrived here this evening. “Not to discredit your impressive ass, it’s a sight to behold, but Cozy…you do realize you’re living in a Mercedes Lee Loveletter novel, and you need to marry this man like right now.”
“Okay, calm down now.” I laugh, trying to bring this gabfest back into focus. “No one is talking marriage. We haven’t even given whatever we are a label yet. As far as I know, we’re still just in the dating stage.”
“Does Everly know he took you to Aspen?” Dakota asks, waving to a customer who walks in the door and begins shopping.
“No,” I reply quickly. “We both agreed that we should definitely keep this from Everly until I’m done being her nanny.”
“But you’re still going with him to that charity thing next weekend?” she presses.
“Yes, Everly is staying at her grandparents’, so she won’t be around when we leave.” A nervous flutter takes flight in my belly. “The Tatianna gown I picked out is incredible, Dakota. And Tatianna was so sweet. I can’t believe I’ve never met your friend before. She was amazing.”
“Well, you were kind of MIA after you moved to Denver,” she responds knowingly, and then her face grows serious at the mention of my past life. “I’m really happy you finally told him about your stroke, Cozy. It feels like an important step for you to put that awful experience behind you.”
“It does,” I agree, marveling over the fact that a couple of months ago, anytime my past job was brought up, I’d feel my body tighten with anxiety. But just now as I retold my whole night with Max to my best friend, I feel surprisingly at peace. “I think I’m ready to finally call Kate back and get going on this charcuterie project.”
“Dayummm,” Dakota peals dramatically. “Zaddy’s dick must have some magical healing powers!”
“I’ll take a little credit, thank you very much.” I laugh and wrinkle my nose. “But you’re right…his dick is magical.”
Dakota giggles, and I sigh inwardly as I realize for the first time that I’m not necessarily like my old, younger self, and I’m clearly nothing like my Denver self…but perhaps a new hybrid version that’s stronger and more capable of achieving goals and setting boundaries. The perfect room temperature Cozy—as long as Cinderella’s coach doesn’t turn back into a pumpkin anytime soon.