She may think she’s at my mercy, but it’s the other way around. I’m hers in every fucking way. I need her like I need air.
My orgasm builds along my spine, muscles pulling taut as I get closer to the edge. I whimper. “Fuck. Ruby. Baby. I’m gonna come.”
Her chest heaves, and I know she’s there with me. She grabs my ass, forcing me further back, and I come undone, spilling down her throat. I pinch my eyes shut as she swallows every drop I feed her. When she pulls away, her body shakes from the force of her orgasm, her fingers still buried between her luscious thighs. I drop to my knees right there on the rug, grip her wrist, and bring her fingers to my lips, tasting her cum on my tongue.
“Fucking delicious,” I growl.
I rest my forehead against hers, wanting to kiss her, but I hold back. There’s an intimacy in a kiss that we haven’t shared before. I don’t want the first time to be because we’ve taken pleasure from one another. I want our first kiss to mean something; I want it to mean she’s mine just as I’m hers.
I help her stand and pull her against my chest, letting the feel of her in my arms soothe the small part of me worrying that she’ll regret everything.
I don’t have to worry long.
She pats my chest twice. “That was amazing. Compliments to the chef.”
“The chef?”
“I don’t know. Couldn’t think of anything better to say.”
I chuckle. “You’re ridiculous. Go have a bath and relax.”
“Back to our regular programming,” she says with an eye roll. Ruby saunters to the bathroom stark naked, swaying her hips.
“Testing me, Goldie?”
She glances over her shoulder, and the view steals my goddamn breath. “Maybe, but I’ve seen what you have to offer, and I’m not afraid of the consequences.”
I stare at the closed door, my jaw slack as I listen to the faucet squeak on and the water splash into the tub. What the fuck happened, and how the hell can I make it happen again?
No. This can never be permanent. Maybe I deluded myself into thinking Ruby could be mine, and for a fleeting moment she was, but that’s all it can ever be. A moment. I can’t keep her.
Chapter 11
It’s Billionaire—with a B
? Someone to Stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic
Ruby
It’s been almost a week since Liam and I…
To be honest, I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s not lost on me that in everything we did, Liam never touched me intimately. He didn’t even kiss me, and I’ve been spiraling over every possible reason ever since. Was this a game? A way for him to take what he wanted without crossing the line we’ve been on opposite sides of for years?
In the grand scheme of things, I suppose it doesn’t matter what it was. I have a job to do, an album to write, and my priorities are elsewhere. But fuck—it was hot. Like so fucking hot. He didn’t have to touch me to make me come harder than anything I’ve ever experienced before. Will it ever be that good again?
In any case, I still need to write seven more songs if I want to have a full album, so I don’t have time to spiral over two mind-blowing orgasms and one emotionally unavailablebachelor. On top of that, I’m in limbo with my former label, wondering whether they’re going to sue for breach of contract or let me go quietly. I have a feeling it’s the former, and I’m preparing for the worst.
I haven’t heard much from my team. Now that I’ve parted ways with the label, my inner circle consists of my publicist/personal assistant and all-around bestie, Abby, and my lawyer, Adam. The silence doesn’t trouble me; I trust them to keep things running smoothly in my absence. I’d be more concerned if they were being cagey.
As if I summoned her with my thoughts, my phone chimes on the coffee table in the music room. I've been holing up here for the better part of the day while Aiden is at school.
Abby: The label wants to settle out of court.
Ruby: How much?
Abby: $10M
No. I can’t believe they have the audacity to demand that much money from me when they’ve spent years exploiting my talents. I dial Abby’s number, anger coursing through my veins.
