Page 97 of Secret Seduction

“I think we should stop,” I tell him as we walk away from the blackjack table that I just won two thousand dollars at. “The odds are against us, and I don’t want to lose your money.”

Lorenzo chuckles. “I know we don’t discuss money, but you have to know I’m worth billions. A few grand isn’t going to set me back.”

“I know,” I say, my shoulders tensing, “but I’m not comfortable spending your money.”

Before I get the last word out, Lorenzo moves me into the corner against the wall. “You are not your mother,” he says, caging me in with his arms. “I want to have fun with you, and if that means I spend a little bit of money on you, then so be it. What we have is nothing like how it was with my ex, and I would never think for a second that you’re using me for my money. You’ve repeatedly proven that’s not who you are. Understand?”

“Yes,” I breathe, turned on by his words. “But honestly, I’ve had enough gambling. I really want to go back to our room and have you fuck me in that big bed.”

I hook my leg around his hip, and he groans in response.

“You got it, baby.”

The moment we get back to the room and the door closes, Lorenzo is on me. We’re all hands and mouths and tongues as we tear each other’s clothes off, desperate for the connection that being together intimately brings.

He lays me out on the bed and situates himself between my legs, ready to devour me, but when I think about how limited our time together is, I stop him.

“I want to try something else,” I say, ignoring the heat that spreads across my neck and face, knowing I’m going to have to say what exactly it is I want to try.

“Anything,” he tells me, so quick to give me whatever I want.

“I was thinking we could pleasure each other at the same time. And …” I breathe out a harsh breath, trying to get the courage to say what else I want. “I want you to do it in my ass.”

Lorenzo’s blue eyes darken with a mixture of lust and want. “You sure?”

We might not be each other’s lasts, but I want to give him all my firsts. He’s messed around with my butt a few times, but we’ve never taken it any further. But I want to give him this.

“Yes,” I tell him. “I want you to be my first.”

As if he’s thinking the same thing I just was, his jaw tics, and I hold my breath, waiting to see if he’ll correct me, but when he simply nods once, even though it breaks my heart, I know we’re on the same page.

Lorenzo lies next to me on the bed, and I take a moment to memorize every inch of his body, including the tattoos that I now know are meaningful.

One night, when I couldn’t sleep, he told me about several of them.

The flames licking up his forearm are so he never forgets how his parents died. The barbed wire that wraps around his biceps, entwined with beautiful flowers, represents the hard times, but also the beauty that comes from them.

His left pec has a quote that he said he got after he found out about Leo—Nothing about you is a mistake. Even though Hillary had trapped him by lying about her birth control and, at times, he wished he’d never let her in after she showed up on his doorstep with his son in tow, he needed Leo to know that he never considered him a mistake.

My gaze descends to the ridges that make up his six-pack abs and then stops on his cock. It’s hard and thick, and I know now that the slight curve is capable of bringing me to heights of pleasure I never knew existed.

“C’mere,” he says, reaching over and tugging me toward him. “I’m gonna need you to sit on my face so I can eat your pussy and ass.”

His dirty talk has me flinging my leg over his body so I’m straddling his chest. Gripping my thighs, he pulls me onto his face as I wrap my hand around his shaft and lean over, taking it into my mouth.

As we pleasure each other, no words are spoken, our bodies doing all the talking. And maybe it’s because we know our time is limited, but neither of us wastes a moment. Within minutes, we’re both filling the air with our moans. And for the first time, rather than spitting, I swallow, wanting every bit of Lorenzo.

He flips me onto all fours and gives my ass a playful smack before he disappears into the bathroom. He returns with a bottle of lube that has me quirking a brow.

“A wise man is always prepared,” he says, making me laugh.

He spreads my cheeks and squirts the liquid onto my crack. And then, slowly, he guides himself inside me. Once he’s completely in, he reaches out and takes my hair into his hand, gently pulling back so I’m forced to lift.

“I know I have to let you go,” he says as he fucks me unhurriedly. “But let me make myself clear.” He thrusts in deep. “This pussy …” He glides his hand down my side and cups the area between my legs. “This ass.” Another thrust that has me moaning in pleasure. “This heart.” His hand moves from my pussy to my breast and pinches my nipple. “This body … was mine first.”

His mouth goes to the sensitive spot just below my ear, and as he fucks me into another mind-blowing orgasm, he repeats one word over and over again—mine—as if my body and heart need any reminders of who they belong to.

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