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I couldn’t stop.
We made it inside the room, and I lowered her onto the bed. I didn’t tear myself away; I couldn’t. Her mouth and tongue eager for mine. I deepened the kiss, losing myself in her sweet taste. My hands were everywhere—her hair, her dress, her thighs. I got hard again. Rock hard. I wanted Rory so badly, I thought I might burst.
I had to find a way to satisfy us both, quickly. Otherwise, I would try to bury myself inside her, marking her asmineonce and for all.
I lay her back on the bed, nudging her legs apart with my knee. She watched me, eyes wide. I unzipped my pants, and my cock sprang out, thick and heavy. Rory watched me, her chest rising and falling fast. I stripped off my shirt, slid off her thong, and stood above her.
“Do you know what you want, Rory?”
She nodded. “I w-want you. Sir.”
My dick twitched. “Say it again.”
“I want you.Sir.” There was a glint in her eye.
“I think my good girl’s getting naughty. I like it.” I placed my screaming-erect cock against her hot, wet folds. “So I’m going to give you what you want.” I slid against her, my hard length coated in her wetness. Rory cried out, arching her back as I glided between her wet heat, the tip of my cock grazing her clit.
“Sir!”she cried out, clinging to me. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
She was so wet for me. I stroked her sex with my sex, Rory’s hips bucking as she met each thrust. She ground herself againstmy cock, holding onto me for dear life, crying out with pleasure as our bodies collided against each other.
I started to see white. “So. Fucking. Good.” I kept up the relentless pace. I felt like I was about to lose my fucking mind.
Oh fuck.I wanted to penetrate her, but I ignored the burning need, focusing instead on the friction between us, the white-hot heat. I slid against her, both of us rubbing furiously. My tip massaged her clit, hitting it again and again, and she cried out.
“Rhodes!”
Rory shattered beneath me. She came so hard she soaked my cock, and that was all I needed. The pressure built inside me, inevitably building toward my climax. Time stopped as I pulsed against her wet, shattering heat.
“Fuck!”
I spent myself all over her sex. Our bodies shuddered together, lost and found. Rory wrapped her arms around my neck and cuddled against my chest. She was shivering, shaking. I gently kissed her face and held her close, protecting her, like she was the most precious thing in the world.
And that’s when I knew, for sure, that I was doomed.
DEEP DIVE
RORY
I wokeup snuggled against Rhodes, confused. He felt warm. It felt right. How had I let myself get wrapped up in this again, in him?
Then I remembered. His warmth, his laugh, the way he’d pulled me against him in the hallway last night. The way his gaze always sought mine, like it was us against the world—which it sort of was.
Images from our lovemaking crashed over me. I’d never felt like that way before, and I knew I never would again. Rhodes had cast a spell over me. Running my hands down his chest, feeling his body pressed against mine—I was ruined for other men. I knew, deep in my heart, that I would only ever want my fake fiancé in my bed.
But therein lay the problem: he was myfakefiancé. That one word was going to be my undoing. To my heart. To my sanity. To the precarious situation I’d found myself in. Because Miranda was coming for me. And she wasn’t just going to burn down my house—no, she was going to burn it all down. Rhodes’s future. Luke’s security. Josie and Bo’s safety.
I was going to lose it all before I ever even had it.
None of my newly acquired hope for a better life was fair, I knew. I had stumbled into this arrangement by chance. The money from the contract was a gift from God; it wasn’t as though I’d done anything to earn it. Not yet.
The money wasn’t what was really troubling me, though. And that was a giant red flag—because money was the only reason I’d come to Barrington Manor in the first place. I hadn’t known Luke or Rhodes long, but I already cared about them. My heart ached for Luke, the little boy who’d endured so much. He’d already won my affection. I would cheer for that child for the rest of my life.
And Rhodes? Rhodes was a whole thing.
I watched his chest rising and falling as he slept. I pressed my face against him, reveling in his proximity even as I cursed myself for doing it, for feeling what I was feeling.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
