5

Jesus Christ.

I can’t breathe. Do I want Malik to fuck me? Yes. Yes, I do. But—

The thought gets slammed to a stop. I’ve thought about this man for years. Come more times with his face in my mind than I can reasonably count. We’re both consenting adults, but I'm a recent one, and he's... so much older. Will people think this is awful if they find out what we've done? Spread rumors that Malik is into jailbait? Will my agent regard me with disgust? My own mother?

There are a hundred reasons to say no.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good.” His mouth slams down on mine, and this time I do moan. The man can kiss.

Malik pushes me back toward the window. He wasn’t kidding. Turning me, he pins my body to the glass, at the same time pulling up my shirt above my breasts, and my bra, so I’m plastered to the cold surface and completely exposed to anyone who might be looking.

We’re high up, but we’re not that high.

His whole body is keeping me in place as he explores me with his hands, pushes my leggings down enough to have full access to my pussy. I’m already soaking for him and so desperate that there aren’t any thoughts in my head.

“You said you liked it a little darker,” he whispers in my ear. “So, I made it darker. I see you like it.”

“Yes.” The word is a gasp as he curls his hand around my body and touches me. Strokes my clit.

His lips are on my neck. “Am I inspiring you, Erin?”

I can only moan.

The clicking of his belt buckle and the brush of his jeans against my ass make me shiver. “Next time,” he says, “I’ll make sure to have a condom so I can finish so deep inside you that you won’t be able to forget it. This time I’m going to fuck you raw and spill it all over your ass so you’ll know exactly who you’re with right now.”

There’s silence before he whispers in my ear. “I need verbal consent to do that.”

“Yes.”

Malik fits himself against me and thrusts deep with one brutal stroke. I’m so wet that I can take all of him, and I nearly come right then. Holy fuck, this feels so good that I can’t breathe. Squeezed between the glass and his rock-hard body, it’s like a vise of pleasure.

I don’t doubt that every single sex scene Malik Ellis has written is from personal experience. Because the man is a sex god, working his hips exactly where I need them to go, driving into my pussy in a way that makes me see stars.

“Were you thinking about me while you were touching yourself?” His words are rhythmic, punctuated by the way he’s fucking me. “Tell me the truth.”

“I was,” I say. “You and me.”

“Good.”

He only fucks me harder, and I implode. There’s no way to hold back the orgasm or make it last. I’m too aroused and too desperate. My cries echo off the walls of the room, and just when I’m coming down off the crest of pleasure, Malik groans.

Pulling back, I feel the heat of his orgasm splash over my skin, running down my ass and dripping, soaking into my leggings. “Fuck,” he says.

One finger strokes through his cum on my skin, and he reaches around me. “Open.”

His words are a dark command that I have no power to disobey. I open my mouth and let him feed his cum to me, spreading the salt across my tongue. He does it again, gathering and delivering it to my mouth. And a third time. “Seems a shame to waste it.”

I’m out of breath, and I swallow the taste of him before he tells me to. I already know that he will.

Malik puts me back together, pulling my leggings up over my wet ass and making the fabric stick to my skin. Pulling down my bra and shirt before turning me around to face him. “You’re very quiet.”

“I have no idea what to say.”

He smirks. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It is.”

“Then I have a question for you.”

I nod. “Anything.”

“We have a couple of options here. This can be a one-time thing, or while you’re writing this book for me, we can fuck. It’s your choice, of course. But I, for one, have a lot more ideas that I’d like to inspire you with.”

My heart is racing, and that thought is nearly enough to make my pussy flood with wetness again. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” he smiles. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow. I expect the first chapters tonight.”

Walking away, he stops when he gets to the door. “And Erin?” His gaze slides all the way down my body and back up. “If I find out that you washed off any of my cum before you leave this apartment, I’ll be disappointed.”

He strides out the door then, leaving me with the book, my thoughts, and wondering what the actual hell just happened.

Malik

I could barely sleep, I was so eager for Erin to get back to my apartment. That sex was so fucking hot that I could barely stand it, and it was the only thing that was distracting me from the problems in my real life. Erin was gorgeous, sexy, and it didn’t bother me that she was so much younger.

Based on how wet she was when I fucked her, she didn’t mind, either.

Her writing is good too. No wonder she was masturbating. The scene that she’d written was so hot that I’d had to do the same after she left. There’s no good reason that she’s not published yet. I didn’t understand that, and today, I planned to ask her.

From a distance, I hear her come in with Mrs. Peak. Thankfully, the housekeeper didn’t stay too long into the day, and as soon as she was gone, I would be going to that little office.

It’s impossible to focus on anything else until I see the clock flip over to noon and I hear her leave.

I don’t think that I’ve ever moved so fast, heading down the stairs and straight to her door. Part of me hopes that I’ll catch my little writing minx pleasuring herself again, but I doubt that.

No, she’s sitting and calmly typing.

“Morning.”

Erin glances at the clock before looking at me and blushing. “Not anymore.”

“Based on how hard my cock is, it still thinks it’s morning.” It’s not a lie. Inside my jeans my cock is stiff enough to be painful.

“I want more than sex,” she says, clearing her throat. She’s fidgeting. Nervous. Which means she built up this conversation and played it out in her head. “Of course, I want that too, but just because I’m writing for you doesn’t mean I want to be used. I want to know you and learn from you and fuck you.”

“Done.” She looks shocked, like she expected me to push back against it. But spending time with a beautiful woman who’s sexy and clearly smarter than most people is not a hardship. “We’ll go to dinner tonight.”

“Okay.”

“But first, we have some business.”

Erin’s wearing a camisole and a sweater, and it’s clear that she’s not wearing a bra because I can see the way her nipples suddenly stand to attention like they’re saluting me. “What kind of business?”

“A deal, if you will.”

“I’m listening.”

I smile at her. “I haven’t been able to focus all day, thinking about you up against that window.” Adjusting myself in my jeans, I make it clear how hard I am. “So, you take care of this and then write your chapters. Then I’ll take care of you before we go to dinner. Maybe after, too.”

Her cheeks turn pinker than they already are. “You’re not just going to order me onto my knees?”

Jesus. My head is light, the blood completely abandoning my head. “I can do that, if you want. We haven’t discussed that level of control, though it’s clear you like being told what to do.”

Any woman that likes my book Vicious Surrender is bound to like that. The hero is entirely based on me and what I enjoy. She’s right when she says that it’s darker and edgier.

It’s also so much hotter.

“I want to negotiate,” she says. “At dinner. Until then, for today, you can order me around.”

I don’t move a muscle, staring at her. Silence is one of the most effective tools for this. Keeps them wondering. Guessing. Wanting.

“Go to the living room,” I say. “Strip. Kneel in the middle of the carpet and wait for me.”

Erin’s eyes go wide, but she doesn’t hesitate, standing and walking past me and into my apartment. As soon as she’s gone, I scrub my hand over my face. No fucking wonder I was so attracted to her when I encountered her in Michael’s office. She’s exactly what I want and what I need.

Right now, there’s no room in my life for anything but my own issues. But the next three weeks? I sure as hell am going to savor them.

Following her into the living room, I notice the gentle curve of her back into her hips. She’s kneeling quietly and perfectly, head bowed. “Have you ever done this before?” I ask.

“Given a blowjob? Yes.”

I tilt her face up so I can see it and run my thumb along her lower lip. “Obeyed.”

“You asked me that already.”

“I asked you if you surrendered,” I clarify. “Which is much deeper. Obeying is simpler. There’s less at stake.”

“No, I haven’t.” She hesitates. "I've only been with one boy. Ever. And he was nothing like you."

There’s a tightening in my gut. God, she’s perfect. Dangerous. I can already see how easy it would be to tumble head over heels in love with this woman, and I’ve known her for three days.