It’s already late into the night by the time we arrive at Michael’s estate, and I am tired. And from his constant yawning, I can also tell Michael is tired.So instead of trying to unpack or indulge in other activities, we simply have our baths, slip into bed and cuddle ourselves to sleep. My sleep comes almost immediately, but it’s a half sleep—like when your body is asleep and your mind is somehow awake. I can feel him tossing and turning in bed, the soft groans he’d let out in between, but I don’t have the physical strength to open my eyes or ask what the problem is, I just lie there, hoping that maybe my presence will be enough to soothe him at some point. It doesn’t. After some time, I feel his weight disappear and the door creak. I still don’t open my eyes, believing he went into the bathroom. Maybe my mind does fall asleep in the long run. I don’t know how long I lie alone in bed until my body starts to crave his warmth. I shift into his side, patting the space where he sh
My palms mold to my woman’s hips, my thumbs sliding under the thin fabric of her nightdress. Slowly, deliberately, I inch it up her thighs until her bare ass is exposed to me. The silk rustles as I bunch it around her waist, the sound like a whisper against her skin.One hand holds her steady, the other moves between us. I unfasten my pants, freeing my cock, aching and pulsating, pressing against her backside.She grabs the edge of my desk for balance, and her breath shudders. Her eyes shut, like she’s bracing for this punishment I’ve promised her. I don’t know if she’s expecting anger or hunger from me—and truth is, it’s a dangerous mix of both.Adaline doesn’t listen… she’s a handful, and like I’ve said many times, the only woman who catches me off guard.But beyond that, what she is to me is a woman I’m craving like poison. Ever since I set eyes on her, my blood has been pulsing for her. Then she let me have a taste of that sweet little cunt that felt like it was… is specially made
“I’m beginning to fall for you.”I’m beginning to fall for you… I don’t know why I said those words to him. I regretted them the moment they slipped through my lips. And it’s not because it’s a lie… I truly am starting to fall for Michael Black in ways I didn’t imagine would be possible. But why didn’t he say it back to me? He’s the one who’d always jump at any opportunity to tell me he loves me, and now that I tell him this, his response was absolute silence. Then he smiled, planted kisses all over my face, and scooped me into his arms, carrying me gently into the room and then straight into the bathroom. I know I said I would never believe those three words—I love you—but I really crave to hear it from Michael. And now that I crave it, he’s refusing to say it. I nestle into his chest, my eyes heavy, my limbs sore. Michael doesn’t fuck easy. I’ve only ever been with Austin, and even he does not have the stamina Michael has, nor the passionate aggressiveness. Michael knows ho
The silence that follows is comfortable, peaceful. I listen to the soft exhales of his breath, my heart beating in perfect sync as his while my eyes slowly hood. I blink, attempting to keep myself awake a little longer, but it doesn’t work. “Are you sure Joy and Fluff will be good to be with Caleb, considering his busy schedules and all?” I ask, breaking the silence. “I’m sure he can handle it perfectly, baby,” Michael says assuringly. “After all, Joy has been around him since she was a puppy. They’ll have a good time together.”I smile. “I don’t doubt that for a second.” Another wave of silence envelops us. Michael’s whisper breaks the silence between us. “Adaline…”“Hm?” I mumble, my voice still groggy.“Are you falling asleep yet?” he asks softly, his fingers tracing a lazy line across my shoulder.“Barely,” I murmur, eyes still closed, feeling comfortable with the warmth of his body close to mine. Michael exhales heavily but doesn’t speak. I open one eye, turning my head slig
Michael’s way of making it up to me is instructing his driver to take me around the city, anywhere I want, but most especially to the most expensive showrooms in the city. He left his black card before leaving, said I could get anything I wanted. And let me tell you this, I am about to splurge so much of this man’s money. I’ve said it many times before, but let me say it again: I love luxury as much as I love to breathe. And that means, my love for luxury is unlimited. To top it off, Michael’s driver had driven me to my father’s estate where we picked Kate up to join me for my shopping today. She said Michael had contacted her to keep me company today while he’s busy with work, and she can also spend as much as she wants. Kate has a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on her head, her curls pulled up into a lazy bun, her lips dented with a smile. I don’t even think she’s smiling this much. “There’s a glow about you today, Katherine Barnes,” I say playfully. “I just can’t get e
The car begins to slow, and Kate sits up straighter, peering out the window just as the driver swerves the car into an underground parking lot.“Oh my God,” she breathes. “We’re here.”I follow her gaze and immediately feel my heartbeat speed up.The showroom.Not just any showroom. The showroom. I’m talking tall glass walls, velvet ropes, the names of the biggest fashion houses gleaming in gold on black marble: Chanel. Dior. Balmain. Yves Saint Laurent. There’s a Versace sculpture at the entrance.I’m telling you this place is a palace. A dream. “I can’t believe it,” I squeal and furrow my brows, “come to think of it, why did we never shop here? I mean… we’ve got the money—”“You’ve got the money,” Kate corrects. I shake my head, clicking my tongue. “My money is your money, baby.” She smiles breathily and mutters, “come on, let’s go.”I smoothen my hair, rub my lips together to make my lipgloss pop and reach for my purse. “Let’s spend some money.”Kate adjusts her sunglasses and
“How was shopping?”“Jesus!” I scream, jerking back and slamming my hand against the wall switches. Bright lights flicker on, flooding the living room, and my breath comes out in a whoosh. “Michael… what are you doing sitting in the dark?”He's lounging on the couch, leaned back, legs thrown apart in a manspread like he owns the world—which, I guess, he sort of does. A small, lazy smile stretches across his lips as his gaze drinks me in. I realize I’m still in my heels and tight jeans, my top slightly askew from the bags I carried upstairs. I probably look flustered.“I was just thinking, Adaline,” he says, voice groggy.I exhale a shaky breath. “What about?”“You, work, a lot of things,” he answers.I raise a brow. “It’s a good thing I’m at the top of that list.”His lips stretch into a brighter, warmer smile as he taps his thigh twice. I blink at him.He taps it again, still smiling.Oh.I get the memo.Without another word, I cross the room, trying not to smile too much. My heart
My body feels like it’s burning up as I tremble with a small groan, feeling something firm and warm, and wet and teasing between my thighs. My brain is slowly waking up, yet it doesn’t feel like I’m awake. I feel like I’m lost in my dream—because waking up will definitely not feel this good.Will it?I try to move my limbs, but they feel heavy. When did the covers start weighing so heavy? My eyes flutter open slowly, a soft moan slipping out of my parted lips before I even realize it. My hips twitch instinctively, seeking the source of the pleasure.My hands are behind my head, firmly gripping the pillow. What… why am I gripping the pillows? Another moan comes from my throat. I try to shift again and that’s when I realize I’m unable to move. My legs… they’re wide apart and something firm is holding them in place. My tongue pokes out of my mouth and glides across my lips. I feel that wet and warm and firm something deliver another stroke of pleasure and I moan. Groaning, I lift the
My body feels like it’s burning up as I tremble with a small groan, feeling something firm and warm, and wet and teasing between my thighs. My brain is slowly waking up, yet it doesn’t feel like I’m awake. I feel like I’m lost in my dream—because waking up will definitely not feel this good.Will it?I try to move my limbs, but they feel heavy. When did the covers start weighing so heavy? My eyes flutter open slowly, a soft moan slipping out of my parted lips before I even realize it. My hips twitch instinctively, seeking the source of the pleasure.My hands are behind my head, firmly gripping the pillow. What… why am I gripping the pillows? Another moan comes from my throat. I try to shift again and that’s when I realize I’m unable to move. My legs… they’re wide apart and something firm is holding them in place. My tongue pokes out of my mouth and glides across my lips. I feel that wet and warm and firm something deliver another stroke of pleasure and I moan. Groaning, I lift the
“How was shopping?”“Jesus!” I scream, jerking back and slamming my hand against the wall switches. Bright lights flicker on, flooding the living room, and my breath comes out in a whoosh. “Michael… what are you doing sitting in the dark?”He's lounging on the couch, leaned back, legs thrown apart in a manspread like he owns the world—which, I guess, he sort of does. A small, lazy smile stretches across his lips as his gaze drinks me in. I realize I’m still in my heels and tight jeans, my top slightly askew from the bags I carried upstairs. I probably look flustered.“I was just thinking, Adaline,” he says, voice groggy.I exhale a shaky breath. “What about?”“You, work, a lot of things,” he answers.I raise a brow. “It’s a good thing I’m at the top of that list.”His lips stretch into a brighter, warmer smile as he taps his thigh twice. I blink at him.He taps it again, still smiling.Oh.I get the memo.Without another word, I cross the room, trying not to smile too much. My heart
The car begins to slow, and Kate sits up straighter, peering out the window just as the driver swerves the car into an underground parking lot.“Oh my God,” she breathes. “We’re here.”I follow her gaze and immediately feel my heartbeat speed up.The showroom.Not just any showroom. The showroom. I’m talking tall glass walls, velvet ropes, the names of the biggest fashion houses gleaming in gold on black marble: Chanel. Dior. Balmain. Yves Saint Laurent. There’s a Versace sculpture at the entrance.I’m telling you this place is a palace. A dream. “I can’t believe it,” I squeal and furrow my brows, “come to think of it, why did we never shop here? I mean… we’ve got the money—”“You’ve got the money,” Kate corrects. I shake my head, clicking my tongue. “My money is your money, baby.” She smiles breathily and mutters, “come on, let’s go.”I smoothen my hair, rub my lips together to make my lipgloss pop and reach for my purse. “Let’s spend some money.”Kate adjusts her sunglasses and
Michael’s way of making it up to me is instructing his driver to take me around the city, anywhere I want, but most especially to the most expensive showrooms in the city. He left his black card before leaving, said I could get anything I wanted. And let me tell you this, I am about to splurge so much of this man’s money. I’ve said it many times before, but let me say it again: I love luxury as much as I love to breathe. And that means, my love for luxury is unlimited. To top it off, Michael’s driver had driven me to my father’s estate where we picked Kate up to join me for my shopping today. She said Michael had contacted her to keep me company today while he’s busy with work, and she can also spend as much as she wants. Kate has a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on her head, her curls pulled up into a lazy bun, her lips dented with a smile. I don’t even think she’s smiling this much. “There’s a glow about you today, Katherine Barnes,” I say playfully. “I just can’t get e
The silence that follows is comfortable, peaceful. I listen to the soft exhales of his breath, my heart beating in perfect sync as his while my eyes slowly hood. I blink, attempting to keep myself awake a little longer, but it doesn’t work. “Are you sure Joy and Fluff will be good to be with Caleb, considering his busy schedules and all?” I ask, breaking the silence. “I’m sure he can handle it perfectly, baby,” Michael says assuringly. “After all, Joy has been around him since she was a puppy. They’ll have a good time together.”I smile. “I don’t doubt that for a second.” Another wave of silence envelops us. Michael’s whisper breaks the silence between us. “Adaline…”“Hm?” I mumble, my voice still groggy.“Are you falling asleep yet?” he asks softly, his fingers tracing a lazy line across my shoulder.“Barely,” I murmur, eyes still closed, feeling comfortable with the warmth of his body close to mine. Michael exhales heavily but doesn’t speak. I open one eye, turning my head slig
“I’m beginning to fall for you.”I’m beginning to fall for you… I don’t know why I said those words to him. I regretted them the moment they slipped through my lips. And it’s not because it’s a lie… I truly am starting to fall for Michael Black in ways I didn’t imagine would be possible. But why didn’t he say it back to me? He’s the one who’d always jump at any opportunity to tell me he loves me, and now that I tell him this, his response was absolute silence. Then he smiled, planted kisses all over my face, and scooped me into his arms, carrying me gently into the room and then straight into the bathroom. I know I said I would never believe those three words—I love you—but I really crave to hear it from Michael. And now that I crave it, he’s refusing to say it. I nestle into his chest, my eyes heavy, my limbs sore. Michael doesn’t fuck easy. I’ve only ever been with Austin, and even he does not have the stamina Michael has, nor the passionate aggressiveness. Michael knows ho
My palms mold to my woman’s hips, my thumbs sliding under the thin fabric of her nightdress. Slowly, deliberately, I inch it up her thighs until her bare ass is exposed to me. The silk rustles as I bunch it around her waist, the sound like a whisper against her skin.One hand holds her steady, the other moves between us. I unfasten my pants, freeing my cock, aching and pulsating, pressing against her backside.She grabs the edge of my desk for balance, and her breath shudders. Her eyes shut, like she’s bracing for this punishment I’ve promised her. I don’t know if she’s expecting anger or hunger from me—and truth is, it’s a dangerous mix of both.Adaline doesn’t listen… she’s a handful, and like I’ve said many times, the only woman who catches me off guard.But beyond that, what she is to me is a woman I’m craving like poison. Ever since I set eyes on her, my blood has been pulsing for her. Then she let me have a taste of that sweet little cunt that felt like it was… is specially made
It’s already late into the night by the time we arrive at Michael’s estate, and I am tired. And from his constant yawning, I can also tell Michael is tired.So instead of trying to unpack or indulge in other activities, we simply have our baths, slip into bed and cuddle ourselves to sleep. My sleep comes almost immediately, but it’s a half sleep—like when your body is asleep and your mind is somehow awake. I can feel him tossing and turning in bed, the soft groans he’d let out in between, but I don’t have the physical strength to open my eyes or ask what the problem is, I just lie there, hoping that maybe my presence will be enough to soothe him at some point. It doesn’t. After some time, I feel his weight disappear and the door creak. I still don’t open my eyes, believing he went into the bathroom. Maybe my mind does fall asleep in the long run. I don’t know how long I lie alone in bed until my body starts to crave his warmth. I shift into his side, patting the space where he sh
It feels like time has come to an abrupt stop, as though the world is ending but doing so in silence. Michael’s muscles doesn’t tighten like I expected, no, they’re actually very relaxed. But what happens is his skin shakes and it shakes with such violence his arms loosen around me and I don’t think he even realizes he’s not holding me anymore.“I’ll make us something to eat. I’m extremely hungry after that one hell of a sex,” he tells me, his weight disappearing completely. I sit there, silent and keeping my eyes away until he crosses my line of sight as he approaches the door.“That’s not fair,” I mutter.Michael stops in his tracks and snaps his head towards me. “What isn’t? Making you dinner after using your body for my pleasure?”My brows draw together, my face scrunching as I try to understand his angle. The sudden mention of sex, and the tone with which he mentions it…“You didn’t use me for pleasure, Michael. We both made love,” I say on a hush.He snorts. “Love? That certai