Page 31 of Hard and Unprotected

I swallowed again and locked my knees under the designer dress.It’s going to be okay,the voice in my head whispered.He’s into you, meeting his parents won’t be so bad.

But the words didn’t do much unfortunately. My fingers trailed nervously at the hem of my dress, picking at the soft material.He likes you, the voice came again.Don’t worry, it’s going to be fine. What man would buy mountains of stuff if he didn’t care?

That was true, and even the memories made me shiver. I felt like Cinderella, whisked from poverty and plunked in the middle of unspeakable riches. New lingerie, new dresses, shorts, blouses, even hats I’d probably never wear, unless it was the Kentucky Derby every day.

When I got home with all the bags, they didn’t even fit into my bedroom. I had to leave some in my tiny kitchen and living room, parcels scattered about. But that didn’t stop Mr. Lincoln.

Because sweeping packages to the side, he hauled me onto my tiny bed and took me once more. Again and again, that hot rod deep in my snatch, making me scream with pleasure.

It was so good.

So dramatic.

So exciting.

Is this normal?

Are you supposed to have non-stop sex with man? Someone that you don’t know very well?

But I feel like I’m getting to know him at light speed.

The way he talks.

The way he grins.

The way he eyes my body when he’s hungry.

Because this time, the alpha got so deep into me, I felt it all the way in my heart. His creamy seed pumped into me over and over, so much that I saw stars. Literal stars, bright flashes that sparkled before my eyes. I should have told him to wear a condom, but it slipped my mind.

Again.

This was supposed to be part of our pact.

Part of the agreement.

Twenty thousand dollars for a month as a fake fiancée.

Our bodies curved around one another.

Sex that was protected.

But that’s the thing.

It’s been unprotected every single time.

I should call him out on it.

I should scream and wail, and make like it’s a big deal.

But I don’t. Because making love with Mr. Lincoln feels so good. I love being filled by virile sperm, feeling the hot juices spurt into my insides. I love having it trickle down my thigh afterwards, a naughty, delicious reminder.

It makes me feel marked.

Special.

His property.

But I have to tell Evan to use condoms next time.