Chapter 26

When Mandy followed my gaze to the sodden envelope atop the laptop, she shuddered. The forceful motions sent ripples along my trapped pole and had me gasping for air. While chewing her lower lip, she returned to me but remained silent. My hand swept a stray strand of hair from her cheek.

“That was from only one video,” I said. “Plus, as Gary explained, views alone. Oh, and so far, only about two million views. Also, without turning on the exclusive download feature.”

With her frame in my lap and leaning on my chest, she remained quiet, but those eyes were delving deep into me. My hands on sleek hips gave her a gentle squeeze; still nothing from her. The only sounds were the thumping in my chest and the steady thrum of the hot tub.

“Who knows how many more will find you?” I continued, tossing words into the silence. “With your own ‘Naughty Little Slut’ channel, you might rake in more money than you’d know what to do with.”

Although she stayed quiet, her pelvis began to rise and fall. When my hands tightened to slow her, she gripped my wrists. At the flare in her eyes, I relented and skimmed her sleek ribs as the languid bounces continued. After a curt sigh, she smacked shiny lips.

Her gaze flicked to the closed laptop. “I wouldn’t have to—”

“Nope.” I shook my head. “You only ever do what you want.”

“And you’ll be there?” she whispered.

“Always.”

After saying nothing more, she hugged me tight. Even as her eyelids closed, her pelvis continued its gentle pumping. Centuries of discipline were the only reason I hadn’t thrust upward to fill her. Instead, time wandered away as her mind processed.

“I do love you, Jim.”

The abrupt directness of her tone jolted me. After opening her eyes, she stared at me while rising to sit upright on my thighs. Frothy jets swirled around her waist.

“Wasn’t sure before, but I am now,” she added. “Until there’s no choice, leaving Charles is off the table, but I’m not abandoning you. If he gets transferred, I plan to stay.”

“Okay.” I grinned. “I’ll keep the couch for you.”

After a light punch on my shoulder and a soft chuckle, she collapsed onto me again. As my hands roamed her spine, quiet sighs left her.

Duh, right then, it hit me: the poor woman was exhausted. Mind overwhelmed. My responsibility, she’d be staying with me.

When her hips started another upward stroke, I gripped them tight. As she whimpered, struggling to move, her eyes met mine. Desire. The tired minx also wanted to please me.

“No.” I smiled. “Later, hungry little slut. I’m starting to prune. Let’s take a break.”

After a reluctant nod, she let me lift her from my aching shaft. All the way upward, she huffed until my fat helm plopped free. Even as a curt gasp flew from her, both small hands slid onto my dick while we stood.

Talisman.

Only once I’d handed her the towel she’d brought did her grip release me. As we dried, she watched my every motion. After lifting the envelope to retrieve the laptop, I held the soggy package towards her.

“Here,” I said. “This is yours.”

“Nuh-uh. Keep it for me. Charles would ask way too many questions if thirty thousand dollars in cash appeared. He does finances, remember?”

“Okay.” I gestured her inside. “I’ll set up an account for you.”

Although part of me wanted the sexy woman naked all the time, a spray of goosebumps on her skin had me dashing upstairs. After snatching loose shorts and a T-shirt for each of us, I whipped back down.

“Thanks, master,” she replied, taking the clothes from my hands.

A simple gesture, but it sealed our agreement. Somehow, her beautiful, glimmering blue pools deepened as we both covered bodies made for each other. She might’ve been my lover, but also remained my charge as her “master.”