Her breath caught. “I’m so fucking pretty.”
“That’s right,” I said, kneeling over her before trailing my lips down the back of her neck. “And you taste amazing.”
“I taste amazing,” she echoed.
“Who did this to you?” I asked, each word drawn out.
Her voice didn’t waver. “Theodore Clayton.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“Theodore Clayton.”
I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Good girl.”
She reached up, pulled the mask from her face, and turned to look at me.
“Teddy?” she breathed out.
“Yes, my love.”
“I love you so much.”
The lump in my throat was sudden and full. I reached for my own mask, tugging it off fully and tossing it aside, needing her to see my face too.
“Baby, I love you so much more.”
She gave me a faint smile before she collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion.
“You okay?” I asked, brushing the back of my hand gently down her spine.
God, I hoped she said yes—because if she did, I was ready to go another round. But when she turned her head to look at me, her eyes were heavy, her limbs lax, and her voice came out slow and sweet.
“I’m okay, Teddy,” she whispered.
She tried to sound convincing, but I knew better. Her body told me the truth before her mouth did.
“No, you’re not,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Stay right here. Let me get you some water and a cold towel.”
She nodded faintly, and I stood up, pulling on my sweats as I walked toward the kitchen.
After grabbing a chilled bottle of water and soaking a towel in cold water, I caught my reflection in the hallway mirror. My beard was coated in a thin white sheen that smelled andtastedlike her.
Carmen Reyes.Beautiful, sweet, delicious CarmenmotherfuckingReyes.
I smirked and shook my head, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I turned to head back into the living room.
Just one more week. That’s all I had left with her.
And I was already starving for more.
Hurtin’ Deeply.
Still Day Seven.
The room was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the AC and the occasional creak of the penthouse walls settling.
Carmen lay tucked into my side, one leg slung over mine, her fingers tracing light, lazy patterns on my chest. After some much-needed rest, we filmed a few more sessions, and we finally decided to call it quits before we collapsed with exhaustion.
