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After a long stretch of silence I hear Mitch swallow thickly and then quietly murmur, “Yeah. It is.”
I look back up at him and find his eyes on mine.
“It’s too much,” I say to him, somehow keeping my voice level despite the heat swirling in my belly.
“It’s not enough,” he replies, not breaking our eye contact.
I try to stay strong, to keep my eyes burning into his as confidently as his are burning into mine, but after another ten seconds I look away, my breathing coming out in a hard wavering exhalation.
I see Mitch’s chest swell with victory and then his attention is briefly returned to the necklace. He unfastens it from its padding, the fine chain pouring like silk across his fingers, and then he jerks his chin at me as he places the box beside his laptop.
“Lift your hair up,” he commands.
“No,” I say defiantly.
He stares deeply into my eyes.
I lift my hair up.
He delicately presses the tiny claw clasp with the large pad of his thumb and then he holds the chain in front of my throat before twining it around the back of my neck, leaning over me slightly so that he can carefully get the fastening into the loop.
I wait nervously, my breathing growing laboured as I breathe in the heat of him, the top of his abdomen pressing gently against my head. When he finally clicks the necklace into place he moves his fingers to encase the back of my neck, exposed totally as I hold my hair up, and we stay like that for a moment, almost panting in the silence.
After a cautious beat I slowly allow my hair to cascade down, spilling over his hands and making him breathe in a deep inhalation. He leashes his fingers through it as I rub my hands around the sides of his abdomen.
“Let me look at you,” he says.
I keep my face pressed against his middle, blocking out the world so that I see nothing but him.
“No,” I murmur back.
He breathes a laugh above me. “I love how stubborn you are.”
“Really?” I ask quietly, my head still bowed down.
He gently releases a hand from my hair and moves it so that it can grasp one of my own. Then he trails it down his abs and I suck in a breath when I feel what he’s doing. He cups my hand over the crotch of his jeans and I squeeze my legs around his at the sensation of how hard he is.
“Really,” he rasps in confirmation.
I tilt my head back and look up at him, exposing my neck and the diamonds draped across my décolletage.
The hand compressing mine against his groin instinctively grips tighter, but then he moves both of his hands to the sides of my neck, caressing me adoringly with the warm pads of his thumbs.
“Perfect,” he murmurs captivated, his eyes soaking in the sight of his money wrapped around my throat. He takes it in for a while and I stay pliant, allowing him to peruse me. Then he lifts his eyes to mine and asks me, “You wanna have a look at it?”
I shake my head. “I’ll look at it later. There are other things that I’d rather be doing right now.”
His eyes darken.
“Are you gonna wear it for your premier?” he asks, his hands moving down to my thighs to lift them higher against his hips.
“Yes,” I whisper, butterflies in my belly.
He grunts and then leans down to kiss me, my arms wrapping around his neck and my body pressing desperately up against his. The second that my chest reaches his he’s ripping my top off my body, gripping and squeezing me everywhere.
“Good,” he murmurs as I push down his jeans, a gasp leaving my throat as his engorged length knocks against me. “You’re so good.”
He pushes my skirt back to uncover my underwear and he makes a low pleased sound before tearing into a condom.
