He seems surprised by my outburst. How many women crawl into his bed, looking to be shared with him and his friends? My eyes widen when a thought suddenly occurs to me. “D-do you … do you want to share me?”
An odd sensation flits in my stomach, tight and restricting, making me squirm uncomfortably. The truth is, I don’t want to be shared. It’s selfish of me, considering I’m a fucking liar, but I want him to want me. Just me. I don’t want him to see me being passed around to his friends. Because that would mean I’m just like the rest. For once, I’d like to be the Mackenzie someone wants to keep for themselves.
He watches me, not saying a word. Blowing out a deep breath, he sets his iPad and paperwork out of the way, then scoots closer to me. He takes one of the rogue strands of my hair that has fallen out of my ponytail, and he rubs it through his fingers. Against his tanned skin, my hair looks lighter than it usually does against my own skin.
“The thought of sharing you with them, with anyone, makes me fucking furious. You’re the first woman I’ve never wanted to share. I normally wouldn’t care, but you … you’re not like any of the women I’ve ever met. And I want to keep it that way. So, no, there will be no sharing.”
A smile spreads across my face. I could say it’s all for show, that I’m just acting like his words please me, but deep down, I know they really do. I’m smiling like a loon. It’s genuine, and it causes the muscles in my cheeks to ache.
I close the distance between us and climb onto his lap. His warm arms band around my waist, tugging me into him. Tracing the seam of his plump lips with my tongue, I kiss him, losing myself in his taste. His tongue demands entrance, and our lips glide over eachother in tandem, our heads twisting this way and that as we try to find a rhythm that works for us both. My hand snakes around his neck, and I pull his body flush over mine as I drop back onto his bed. He braces his arms on either side of my head, caging me in.
“Two months is not nearly enough time to do what I want with you,” he breathes along my neck as he trails kisses down my scorching hot skin. “Stay here with me.”
My eyes spring open. “Stay where, exactly?” I pant, my chest heaving wildly as he pulls the lace cup of my bra down, exposing my breast. He takes my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak and nibbling ever so slightly.
“Here.” He blows a gust of breath over my nipple, causing my back to arch off the bed. He moves over to the other breast, his skilled fingers tweaking my nipple. My core has a punishing heartbeat of its own, just begging to be filled. The lace material is soaked. I can feel the heat, can practically smell myself from here. Baz kisses slowly down my stomach, his tongue swirling in my belly button as he goes. “At the penthouse. You won’t have to worry about the expense of your own suite. You’ll be spending most of your time up here anyway.”
His tongue trails down, and he leaves openmouthed kisses over my pubic bone that have me bucking off the bed. I trap my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to stifle my moans.
“You’re … you’re awfully sure of y-yourself,” I pant.
“You can stay here, and the staff will be at your beck and call. I’ll be away on business for a few days next week, but at least here, you have access to things other guests don’t.”
When Baz pulls my underwear to the side, exposing my drenched center, my muscles contract, begging to feel his touch. He doesn’t disappoint. With a lazy, barely there stroke of his tongue, he licks up and down, swirling around my clit for good measure. An embarrassingly loud moan rips from my chest, and for a second, I forget the question he asked.
“I d-don’t know … I don’t want to be a—” I gasp loudly when he dips his tongue inside me. His thumb rubs firm circles over my clit, and I can feel the stirrings in my belly. The heat is building, the tension tugging low. “A burden …” My voice trails off in a groan.
Baz chuckles against my skin. “Just say yes, dirty girl. You know you want to.”
I smile up at the ceiling. God, I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know what he’s doing to me. I can’t even get my brain to function well enough to weigh the pros and cons of this decision.
When Baz sucks my clit into his mouth, slides two digits inside me, and slowly pumps them in and out, I find myself saying, “Yes. God, yes, Baz. I’ll stay.”
As if the answer pleases him, he sucks harder, his fingers pumping faster as he crooks them. The pads rub against that spot inside me that quite literally takes my breath away. I slap my hands out at my sides, my fingers digging into the sheets.
“You ready to share half this space with a woman?” I pant, my hips working in tandem with his fingers, trying to seek the perfect amount of friction.
“I’ve done it plenty of times before.”
As though being doused with cold water, the smile drops from my face, and I jerk up, away from his ministrations, to eye him through narrowed slits. I know he’s had women before me, but hearing about it doesn’t sit well with me. I can’t just be another woman to him. I don’t want to be just another woman to him. That would make me replaceable, just like everyone else he encounters.
My expression makes Baz chuckle. He climbs back up my body, his fingers still crooked inside me, just not moving anymore. “I’m kidding, Mackenzie,” he says, growing serious as he takes in the expression on my face.
The tightness in my chest slowly starts to ebb away, but it doesn’t leave completely. Because there’s still some truth to his words. The woman from earlier in the week, his assistant, had her own key. What’s going to happen with her? I refuse to be his plaything on the side. If this is going to work, it needs to be me, and me only. I know he said there was nothing going on there, but I need to hear him say it. I need his word before I agree to anything.
“You are such a jerk.” I mock glare at him and nudge him on his shoulder. “I’ll do this, but I have some conditions.”
His trademark smirk makes its appearance. Like gasoline on a fire, it slowly starts to spread across his face. “Conditions?”
“If I do this. If we do this, you can’t sleep with anyone else. I don’t know about you, but contracting something—I’m not saying you have anything, and I’m not saying anything about the women you sleep with—isn’t an option. I refuse to share you while I’m here. So”—I pause, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I think of the best way to pose my next statement—“if there’s anyone with a key, who has access while I’m here, I want that to change.”
Baz slowly cocks his head to the side. “Anything else?” He twitches his fingers inside me, and I buck, a surprised moan spilling from my lips.
“Nope. I don’t think so,” I say breathily.
“It’s a deal. Now spread ’em wider.”
My own smirk steals across my face. “Why should I?”
He starts pumping his fingers again and drops his head down near my ear, whispering, “Because I want you to come all over my tongue and my fingers, dirty girl. Everything you said was already a given. Consider it done.”
My eyes slowly peel open, and when I look up at him, he’s smirking, knowing he’s won. Because he’s gotten me to admit that I don’t want to share, that a small part of me is jealous.