She tries to hide her grin but fails miserably. “Okay, fair point.”
I take the bottle out of her hand and set it down on the coffee table. She gasps when I lower my head and take one of her nipples in my mouth. I start teasing the other with my fingers, and she moans.
I really can’t believe I get to date this girl. We made it official after we got back from LA, and I’ve been riding the high ever since. Being with her makes everything easier. I got some pushback and disappointment when I announced the changes to my career, but she was there through every minute of it, and I get to be there for her too. When she told me she’d been approached by a manager she was actually considering working with, I talked her through all her fears about it, and when the manager scored her the NYC residency, I made sure she knew we’d be just fine and that I’d support her career every step of the way.
She’s going places. I have no doubt of that, and I can’t wait to watch her take over the world.
“Hey, Paige.” I lift my head and look up at her. Her eyes spark with desire and need.
“Hey, Youssef,” she says, still managing a mocking tone despite the state she’s in.
“I just wanted to say I love you.”
Her features soften. “You’re so fucking sappy, and I love you too.”
I smile and slide my hand under her boy shorts without any warning. She gasps and writhes as my fingers trace her folds.
“God,” I mutter, dropping my head to bury my face in her neck. “I love the way you feel.”
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just the way she likes, and she opens her legs even wider.
“Oh my god, yes.”
I keep going for another minute. Her breaths get faster and faster, and she grips the back of my neck with one hand. She’s finally completely splint and sling-free, and while her shoulder is still going to need a couple more weeks of physio, we’ve been taking full advantage of the improvements.
“Youssef,” she says between pants.
“Uh huh?”
“I, uh, should probably tell you. You took longer at the studio than I thought, and I actually have to leave for Luxe in like twenty minutes.”
“Twenty minutes?” I repeat before taking her earlobe between my lips.
“Y-yeah.”
I start thrusting into her a little faster. “I can do a lot in fifteen minutes.”
She hums. “Mmm, yes, I—I want you inside me, though.”
I curse against her skin. “You do?”
“Yes, like, now.”
I’m already so hard it hurts, and I don’t need her to ask me again. I sprint to the bedroom to grab a condom and then yank my clothes off in record time before doing the same with her underwear.
I could stare at her pussy for hours and be perfectly happy, but I snap myself out of the trance I go into when she spreads her legs and then I climb on top of her. It feels so good to have her skin on my skin. I kiss her fiercely, our tongues darting into each other’s mouths. She nips my bottom lip, and I groan.
I slide my cock inside her as slow as I can, but when she grabs my hips to pull me in tighter, I can’t take it. I shift her around so her legs are hooked over my shoulders and start thrusting hard and deep.
“Youssef,” she murmurs. “Youssef, oh my god, that’s so good.”
I press my lips to the side of her knee. She’s so soft and gorgeous andmine.
She’s mine and I’m hers, and it’s been that way since the day I met her.
* * *
The crowdat Luxe is ravenous. Sweat is dripping down my face and body as I work the decks harder than I ever have in my life. The air is thick with dry ice and the cloying ecstasy of a room full of people swept away by sound.
