A CONTRACT ENGAGEMENT

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“That. Oh my God, that.” She said,

Her cry echoed sharply over the room. It was the single most exquisite pleasure and pain all in one she’d experienced in her life. The tension was so sharp, so unbearable and then finally she exploded.

The room darkened around her. She blinked but everything was fuzzy. All she was aware of was Julian stroking into her and the wonderful melting sensation as she went liquid around him.

He growled her name and then he gathered her in his arms, holding her so tight she couldn’t breathe. His hips jerked against her before finally he collapsed onto her, his chest heaving with exertion.

Her hands relaxed on his shoulders and went from punishing grip to soothing caresses. His skin was damp, and all that could be heard were his harsh breaths against her neck.

She held him as tight as he held her, determined to offer him all of herself. No barriers. No defenses. Just two people connecting in a way that overwhelmed her senses.

“You undo me, Red,” he said, his voice muffled against her neck.

She smiled and continued to stroke his back, enjoying the feel of his flesh beneath her fingers.

He finally rolled away to discard the condom and then came back and pulled her into his arms so they faced each other.

“Now that…. was….. amazing,” he said.

She touched his lips, still fascinated with the feel of him, the rougher textures and the softness of his mouth.

“I felt pretty savored.” She replied.

He smiled and kissed her, just one light smooch that sent a giddy little thrill down her back.

“I have this fantasy. It’s pretty vivid, actually.”

“This I gotta hear.” Nina said.

He smacked her lightly on her behind. “Listen up, woman. Pay attention when your man bears his soul.”

She laughed and he continued.

“It didn’t quite go according to plan because I was supposed to savor you first. I planned to take a couple of hours and make love to you until you were mindless. Then I was going to take you hard and fast.”

“Screwed that one up.” She said,

He smacked her again and shook his head.

“So now I have this fantasy where we have fast and furious sex. Then I savor you for….. okay maybe an hour. And then we have fast, furious sex again. Then you get on top and have your wicked way with me. And then you get on your hands and knees…..”

Nina put her hand over his mouth and burst out laughing. “Okay, okay, I get the picture. You’re an insatiable, horny male.” She said

“Only for you,” he said seriously. “You seem to regularly star in my most-vivid fantasies. I could probably be arrested for some of them. They might not be legal in all states.”

Her heart fluttered helplessly. His words….. God, his words. How could she even respond to what he’d said? He sounded so….. sincere. How had they gotten to this point? It scared the living hell out of her.

“So what about you? Have any interesting fantasies about me?” he asked.

He sounded so hopeful that she had to laugh again. She leaned forward and brushed her mouth against the muscular wall of his chest.

“This is one of them,” she said.”You have amazing hair. I have kinda been fascinated by it since I saw you again”

As she spoke, she swept her fingers over his head, tunneling them under the knot containing the midnight strands. Eager to see them undone, she briefly wrestled with the thick locks, freeing the tie restraining them. The rough silk fell over her wrists, cool and dense, sliding through her fingers.

“Oh,” she whispered, at a loss for words as the strands tumbled around his sharp cheekbones and strong jaw. They should’ve softened his features- should have. Instead, they only emphasized the stark planes of his face and his visceral sexuality.

“God, you’re beautiful.” The praise exited her mouth without her permission, but she couldn’t regret the words. Not when they were the truth. “I’m liking the savor part of this a lot.” She replied.

“Me too,” he murmured, smiling at her as he reached down to tug her chin high enough that he could kiss her again. He was a man of his word. He spent every bit of the next hour driving her mindless with his hands and his mouth. His tongue. Have mercy, his tongue. There wasn’t an inch of her he left untouched. He put his stamp on her. She felt branded. Possessed.

His tongue circled her most sensitive point nestled among the soft folds of her femininity. He worked her to the very brink of orgasm, until she quivered uncontrollably. She shivered when he pulled away and then finally he slid into her, long and slow. Hot and so tender. So very tender.

She squeezed her eyes shut but then he pressed gentle kisses to her lids until she opened them again. He stared down at her with such intensity she forgot to breathe. His eyes burned a fiery trail over her face, stroking and caressing her cheeks and her mouth.

He was dangerous. Oh, yes, so dangerous. She had no protection from him, and worse, she didn’t want any. He could easily find his way into her heart.

Maybe he already had.

That should scare her to death, but instead, a warm, comfortable feeling settled over her. Contentment. She stared into his eyes and saw herself. Saw them. Together.

He rocked over her, taking his time as he stoked the fire inside her higher and higher.

The strain was evident on his face. He held himself in check as he drove her relentlessly toward release. He wasn’t going to let go of his own until she reached hers.

She twined her body tightly with his, loving the sensation of being so connected, so intrinsically linked.

“Julian,” she whispered against his mouth.

He kissed her. Hard. “Give it to me. Let go.”

The breathless words unlocked something deep inside her. She arched into him, giving herself unreservedly. Wave after wave of the most beautiful pleasure rolled through her, fanning out and rippling.

He groaned and followed until she wasn’t sure whose pleasure was whose and where hers began and ended.