Indulge by Georgia Cates

between my legs. He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head as he groans, “Peach, I’m about to fuck you so hard. You have no idea.”
    He drives into me with one smooth motion—hard, just like he promised. He warned me but I was not expecting this kind of power behind his thrust. The noise forced from me sounds something like a cross between a gasp and moan.
    He pulls back with deliberate leisure. It feels like he’s going to slide out completely, but then he thrusts into me again with even more domination.
    I’m surprised when he reaches for my feet and brings them over his shoulders so he can get deeper inside me. His pace is slow, but every stroke is deliberate. And, oh so powerful. This man wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me hard. And I’m loving it.
    His fingertips find my most sensitive area. He’s going to try to make me come a third time instead of concentrating solely on his own orgasm. Incredible. I’ve never been with a man who cared if I came the first time.
    “Is that good for you?”
    “Very.” It’s crazy good. I have no idea how he’s managing this maneuver, but the combination of him rubbing my clit while he’s thrusting in and out of me is amazing.
    “I’m about to come again.” The words are barely out before the muscular contractions deep within my pelvis begin squeezing around Beau’s cock.
    He pulls my legs down from his shoulders and thrusts as deep as his body will allow.
    “I feel it, Peach. Ride it out. Come all around me.” Beau shudders and groans as he drives into me the last few times.
    I’m fully satiated and relaxed. A euphoria I’ve never experienced is spreading from the center of my body toward my limbs. Bliss.
    Beau sinks over me, his body relaxing between my legs. Wait for it. Wait for it. He’ll pull out and get up to redress at any minute. Probably dismiss me back to my room.
    Doesn’t happen.
    He remains inside me while softly tracing his fingertips up and down my arms. It feels . . . intimate. And unexpected.
    I wish I knew what he is thinking right now.
    He nuzzles the side of my neck with his facial scruff. “I like the way that feels.”
    His hand finds its way between my legs to cup my groin. “Mmm . . . I like the way that feels.”
    Beau has a crude edge about him. And I like it.
    Plump lips kiss the side of my face. “Turn with me.”
    He pulls out and we roll so his front is to my back. Spooning.
    His arm drapes over me and finds my hand, lacing our fingers. “Will you tell your friends about our arrangement for the week?”
    “Of course. I’d never keep something like that from Meredith and Grayson.”
    “You don’t anticipate them giving you shit about it, do you?”
    Hmm . . . I’m not really sure after the conversation we had this morning. “I guess we’ll see.”
    Beau brings my hand to his mouth for a kiss. “Spend the night with me.”
    Whoa. Wasn’t expecting that. “I don’t have any of my stuff.”
    “You don’t need a thing tonight.”
    “Staying means I’ll have to do the walk of shame in the morning.” I hate that. It’s so embarrassing.
    “Shame doesn’t exist at Indulge.” He kisses my shoulder. “Please stay.”
    I don’t guess there’s any harm in staying over; we’ve already had sex. “All right, if it’s what you want.”
    He kisses my back this time. “You won’t regret it.”
    His cock rubs my ass cheek. “I need to get rid of this.”
    Beau climbs over me and walks naked across the living room into the bathroom. He’s right. Shame doesn’t exist here; I feel none as I ogle his naked body. Damn, he’s hot.
    I’m stretched on my side when he returns. I scoot back as far as I can, giving him as much room as possible to lie beside me.
    He grasps my hands and pulls. “Come. Let’s go to the bed. It’ll be much more comfortable.”
    I’m staying. Might as well get comfortable. “Sure.”
    I climb into Beau’s bed and tuck the sheet under my arms only to have him yank it away.