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  “Oh God,” I breathed, knowing what was coming.

  “Relax, I want to get you nice and wet, then I’ll slide right in,” he whispered.

  I was panting, nodding my head, encouraging him to do it and do it fast.

  “I’m going to part you and push one finger inside, okay?” he said the words and nearly had me bucking with pleasure before he even did what he promised.

  I felt his fingers separating my folds before his index finger probed my opening.

  “Oh God,” I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut, shocked by the feeling of being so physically turned on.

  “Shh,” he shushed me, his mouth hovering over mine.

  He pushed his finger in, pulling it out and running down my slit. I knew I was going to burst apart at any second. Everything felt too sensitive. His finger slid in and out as he kissed me, his tongue copying what his finger was doing between my legs.

  He pulled his finger out and gently pushed my legs wider. When he pushed two fingers inside me, I squirmed. It felt good, despite the slight pinch.

  “You’re wet, Hailey. Are you ready for me?”

  I had no idea.

  “I’m going to make you come.”

  His fingers pushed inside while the pad of his thumb touched something that nearly had me screaming out in pleasure.

  “Oh shit!” I cried out.

  “That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers doing a dance in and over my body that had me arching my back, trying to get more while trying to get away at the same time.

  “A little more. I can feel how wet you are. Your tight little pussy is begging for release. Let it go. Let yourself go, Hailey.”

  I heard myself whimpering as my body strained. His fingers moved faster against that uber-sensitive piece of flesh that was making me crazy. My head thrashed back and forth as I raced into the unknown. My body knowing what I needed.

  “Oh no, oh God, I—” his mouth slammed over mine, his teeth pushing against my lips as I felt my body explode into a million pieces.

  He carried me through it, kissing, rubbing and prolonging the delicious sensations causing my body to convulse before finally pulling away.

  “Oh, my God. That was amazing,” I gasped.

  He grinned. “That’s nothing. I want to take you higher. I’m going to take you to the stars and back.”

  “I’ll die,” I told him.

  “Touch me. I’m going to be inside you. I want to feel your body coming apart as I bury myself deep inside your pussy. Feel what’s going to be stroking inside you.”

  I reached between us, finding the erection that had been pressed against my hip and felt the outline. He quickly pulled off his underwear. The feel of his cock in my hand made me nervous. It was definitely bigger than two fingers. I realized he could be too big for me. He was a large man in general.

  “I don’t know,” I mumbled.

  He rolled to his back, and I heard crinkling. I propped up on my elbows, my eyes bulging when I saw his erection jutting upward as he rolled a condom on.

  When his eyes met mine, he likely saw the fear.

  “It’s going to be okay. If you don’t want to, we can stop now.”

  I hesitated. I wanted him so badly. “No. I want to,” I assured him.

  He gently pushed me down, crawled over the top of me and kissed me with such fierce passion I no longer had to doubt anything. His hand reached down, pulling my leg open before guiding the head of his cock to my opening.

  Every muscle clenched. I squeezed my eyes closed, preparing to feel pain.

  “Hailey, look at me,” he ordered.

  I opened my eyes, staring straight into his. He slowly pushed in a fraction of an inch. I could feel my body trying to adjust to his girth.

  “Breathe,” he whispered, his face twisted in what looked like pain as he pushed in a little deeper.

  There were tingling sensations vibrating through my body as he pushed in deeper, my body felt as if it were being stretched too far. I could feel the tension in his body and knew he was holding back. It was exciting and intimidating at the same time to feel that much power slowly penetrating my body.

  “I can’t,” I gasped when I felt as if I had taken all I could.

  “Almost…there,” he grunted, pushing in deeper.

  My body went ramrod straight as he pushed himself into the hilt. I couldn’t move. The shock of being invaded had made my body rigid. I wasn’t wet anymore and only felt the pain of his body inside mine.

  “Terran,” I whimpered his name, silently asking him to make it better.

  He moved only his head, looking down at me, kissing me softly on the tip of my nose before moving to my mouth, slowly delving his tongue in and out. The sensual kiss reignited the passion I had felt earlier, my body relaxing with his slow ministrations.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  I took a deep breath. “Yes, I am now.”

  He moved his body, sending sparks shooting out from my core, igniting that fire he had stoked earlier.

  “There you go,” he breathed.

  My hands moved up his arms supporting himself over me. I loved the feel of his strength and slid my hands to his chest, touching the crinkly hairs and feeling that familiar spiral of heat where he was joined with me.

  He hissed through his teeth. “You’re so tight.”

  I groaned as he pulled out and pushed back in. He repeated the motion over and over again. I felt that familiar fever frenzy building inside me. My hands went to his back, traveling down his sides and squeezing his ass tight as he drove inside me.

  “More!” I called out, not entirely sure what I was asking, but needing more.

  He moved faster as my hands moved up to his back, my nails digging in as he pushed me to some high up place that was demanding more and more.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned, feeling the release just out of reach.

  He fucked me harder, his body jackhammering into me. I was holding on for dear life, clinging to his body as he drove into me.

  “Fuck me,” he groaned.

  I could feel the orgasm and sensed it was going to be better than the first. I thrust my hips upward, matching his strokes inside my body.

  I felt my body buckle and explode, my arms dropping to my sides as I held on for dear life, the orgasm making my body arch and writhe under him.

  I heard him shout my name and knew he had found his own release. I couldn’t stop squeezing his dick inside me. My pussy muscles were violently contracting around him, making him groan and jerk each time. I worried I was hurting him as he moaned before covering my mouth with his.

  “Good God,” he moaned, rolling to the side after several minutes.

  I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe as I lay there panting, processing what had just happened.

  I groaned with supreme satisfaction.

  He rolled to his side, his hand going to my stomach. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I should have been gentler. I lost control. I’m so sorry.”

  I opened my eyes and smiled. “I’m fine. I’m good, very good. You didn’t hurt me.”

  He flopped back down. “Thank God. I don’t know what came over me. That was mind-blowing.”

  I smiled again, feeling rather proud of myself. I had a feeling I was going to be smiling a lot if we got to do that very often. Now that I knew what I had been missing out on, I wanted to make up for lost time.

  He rolled out of bed, walked into my bathroom and returned a few seconds later.

  “Stay,” I whispered.

  He nodded his head and pulled the comforter back before climbing between the sheets. I crawled in next to him and snuggled against him, my head on his chest.

  “I’m so glad I met you,” I told him.

  “Me too.”

  “And I have no regrets about what happened. I’m glad it was you.”

  He didn’t answer me. He ran his hand up and down my spine, lulling me into sleep. My body was sated, a little tingly, and I had a feeling I would be sore in th
e morning, but I didn’t mind. I had finally found the man worthy of my virginity. I was so glad I had waited. It had been a special moment I wanted to share with him and him alone. I would treasure it forever.

  Chapter 21

  Terran

  The feel of a warm body pressed against me had me smiling before I even opened my eyes. I still couldn’t believe her little secret. In the back of my mind, I had feared she was playing a game with me, but once I slid inside her tight sheath, I knew she had been telling the truth. I had been her first, her only. I was the only man to know her so intimately. It had seemed too good to be true. How had I found a woman like her and been lucky enough to take her to bed?

  Hailey was sound asleep beside me. I don’t think she had moved once throughout the night. I took a great deal of satisfaction in knowing I had done that to her. I had given her the first real orgasm. Thinking back to my body’s own response had me growing hard again. I had thought I had experienced some really great sex in my lifetime but being with her took it to a whole new level of amazing. At one point, I had feared I would pass out with her body clamped down on me.

  I looked down at the mop of blond curls spread across her back and my chest. She was a beautiful woman inside and out, but I wanted to know more. I wanted to see who she really was and one way to do that was to check out her home. It was the little details that really told you about a person’s interests. I had barely had a chance to look around last night, but my curiosity was getting the best of me. I had a need to know everything there was to know about her. What was her style? What was in her fridge and so on. What were her creature comforts?

  I managed to remove her arm from my chest and sneak out of bed, pulling on my underwear once I escaped her bedroom. I strolled down the hall, the morning light coming through a set of French doors that led out to a patio that faced a courtyard with a large pool in the center.

  The dining room table in front of the doors was a deep cherry wood and not cheap. There were a variety of candles in deep reds and oranges in a basket at the center of the table. A painting on the wall caught my eye. It was an original Van Gogh. That surprised me. I meandered through her living room, taking note of the furnishings in muted tones with dark woods to contrast. My eye caught sight of another original painting that had to cost close to six-figures. As I looked around her living space, all I saw was luxury. It wasn’t over-the-top, but it was clear Hailey liked nice things. Everything was of the finest quality. It was understated and elegant, but I knew top-of-the-line when I saw it.

  It was a bit of a contradiction to the woman I was used to seeing in jeans and casual wear, but it made sense. She had been a very successful model, and even though she didn’t live in a penthouse or a large mansion, it was evident she liked the finer things in life. Those things cost money.

  As I stood in her living room looking around, a stark realization slammed into me. If I didn’t have my inheritance or my company, I would not be able to provide the lifestyle she was accustomed to. I would be a pauper in her eyes. I knew she wouldn’t hold that against me and would probably accept me for what I was, penniless and jobless, but I couldn’t accept myself that way. How could I ever expect a woman like Hailey to want a man who had it all and lost it?

  “Hey,” her sleepy voice came from behind me.

  I turned to see her walking out wearing a long T-shirt and what I presumed was nothing else. Seeing her fresh from bed, her hair tousled made me want her all over again. I inwardly groaned, stamping down the desire threatening to make my dick rise to the occasion. I couldn’t try, it would probably be too soon, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

  “Good morning,” I said, giving her a quick kiss.

  “What are you doing out here? Was I snoring?”

  “Snooping and no, you weren’t snoring,” I said with a cheesy grin.

  She laughed. “Snoop away. I have nothing to hide.”

  “I love the artwork you’ve collected.”

  “Thank you. I only buy what I truly fall in love with. Some of the stuff I’ve seen is nice, but it doesn’t speak to me,” she explained.

  I nodded my head. “These are nice pieces.”

  “Are you hungry?”

  I looked at the clock. “I have some time before I have to get to work.”

  She smiled. “I’ll make some eggs. That’s about all I have.”

  I followed her into the kitchen, watching her start her coffee maker before bending over to grab a carton of eggs out of the refrigerator. I saw the thong and was only a little disappointed. I loved that she wasn’t ashamed of her body and seemed very comfortable with me being in nothing but my underwear. There had been plenty of very awkward morning-afters in my past, and I was glad this wasn’t one of them.

  I sat down at the breakfast bar that divided the kitchen from the dining room and watched her cook, sipping the coffee she had made for me.

  “Do you always cook for yourself?” I asked, wanting to know a bit more about how much she relied on other people.

  She laughed. “As opposed to?”

  “Do you have a cook?”

  “No! It’s just me, and I like to cook. I’ll admit, I do have a housekeeper though. She keeps my life running smoothly. I used to have a personal assistant, but my life isn’t nearly as busy now. When I need her to, my housekeeper will have her cousin take care of some of my errands for me for a little extra.”

  I nodded my head. “Sometimes you need a helping hand. It’s understandable.”

  “You?” she asked.

  “I have a cook. And a housekeeper,” I admitted.

  “You seem ashamed. Why?”

  “I’m not ashamed, but it does make me feel like maybe I should try a little harder.”

  She laughed. “Why? I’m sure you can afford it. I like coming home to a clean house, and usually, I really don’t have the time to do it myself.”

  Again, I could tell she wasn’t necessarily high maintenance, but she did like the luxuries that only a healthy bank account could buy.

  “Would we be together if I was flat broke?” I blurted out.

  She spun around, the spatula in her hand as she stared at me with surprise. “What? Did you just say we were together?”

  I grinned, shrugging a shoulder. “I guess I did. Is that okay with you?”

  She turned off the stove and sauntered toward me. “It is definitely okay,” she said in a sultry voice, kissing me on the lips.

  My hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her between my legs where I sat on the barstool. “I like being together with you.”

  “I like it too. A lot,” she whispered, stepping closer.

  My hands roved around to her back before dropping to her bared behind and giving her a gentle squeeze. “Can we be together a lot more?”

  She nodded her head. “I’d like that.”

  We stared at each other. There were so many emotions running through me I couldn’t quite think straight. I wanted her.

  “I think the toast is burning,” I said.

  She jerked away, laughing as she dashed toward the toaster. She quickly finished putting together our breakfast before sitting beside me. The meal was delicious because she made it. Everything felt different. It had all been going so well and then bam—cold reality set in.

  “I should get going,” I said sliding off the stool and taking her plate to the sink.

  She nodded. “Me too. I promised Mandy I would help her with a field trip today.”

  “A field trip?”

  She nodded. “We’re taking the kids to a waterpark. I chaperone when I can.”

  “You’re a kind, generous woman,” I told her kissing her once again.

  “Thank you.”

  I walked into her bedroom, quickly dressed and found her in the kitchen cleaning up. “I thought you said you had a housekeeper?”

  She laughed. “I do, but I don’t like leaving her a mess to clean when I can just as easily clean it up.”

  It made zero
sense to me, but I nodded my head in agreement anyway.

  I gave her a hot kiss, meant to entice before heading for the door.

  “Am I going to see you again soon?” she asked.

  “I hope so. I’ll call you later and see what you’re up to. I have to get going though. I need to go home and shower and get into the office.”

  She waved, and I left her house, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders as I walked to my car. I climbed behind the wheel and looked at the dash. This was one of the many things I would no longer have if I lost my money. She never answered my question. She skillfully dodged it, which concerned me.

  It was an easy question as far as I was concerned. Yes or no? Either she would, or she wouldn’t. I knew her well enough to know she would never want to hurt my feelings, which was why she had decided not to answer.

  I thought she was different. Now, I wasn’t so sure.

  Was she like the rest of the women I had dated? Was money important to her? I found myself trying to decide whether I should explain my situation to her and hope she would take pity on me and get engaged or walk away now—before any more damage was done.

  “Dammit!” I shouted.

  I should have listened to Zach. I had taken the woman’s virginity. Walking away would make me a world-class asshole. Proposing marriage because I needed it to secure my inheritance put me back in the world-class asshole arena. I didn’t love her. I wasn’t in love with her. I wanted to be with her, but I certainly didn’t want to marry her.

  “Son of a bitch!” I growled, slamming the car into reverse.

  I had stepped in it now. I should have walked away last night when she told me she was a virgin. I should have known better. I didn’t want to hurt her which is exactly what would happen if I told her the truth. She would assume I was using her, even if I wasn’t.

  I thought about my options, not looking forward to any of them. I couldn’t think about all of that now. I’d focus on work and figure it out later. I was going to end up with an ulcer.

  “Thanks, Dad. You’ve been real helpful,” I spoke into the empty air in my car, hoping his ghost would hear my frustration.