Free A Feast of You by Sorcha Grace Page A

pleasure. There was pain, too, but he felt so good inside me it was almost blinding. I whimpered.
    “Wait, beautiful girl. I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you.”
    He pressed harder, his cock hitting all my most sensitive places. His thumb stroked the cleft of my ass, penetrated the opening until he was inside me there, and both my passages were full.
    My breathing was ragged and hot and I let myself soar. Just as the wave of my ecstasy was about to crest, William growled in my ear, “You wait until I tell you, Catherine.” His thumb was still in my ass, moving in small circles.
    “Now,” I moaned as I thrust back against his hard length. “Please now.” All my hot need coiled into a tight ball. I was so ready to explode, to let go, and then he withdrew.
    I let out a scream of frustration. I knew why he was doing this. He was pissed about the picture of Hutch Morrison, and this was another way to remind me who I belonged to.
    I didn’t need a reminder.
    He slid in again, his thumb going deeper into my ass as his cock thrust up and up, filling my sex and pressing against the thin membrane that separated his finger from his cock. Dark shivers raced through me as I struggled on tiptoes to take him all in. My sex held him in an iron grip, clenched around him tighter than ever, wanting to keep him in me, wanting each stroke to last forever.
    My orgasm took me by surprise. William never stopped thrusting, and at the height of my coming, I felt him release hot and hard into my depths. He let out a harsh cry, and lowered his forehead to my shoulder, the unshaven stubble on his chin scratching my back as I slowly, very slowly, drifted down and my legs gave out.
    * * *
    W hen we’d dressed—me in a slim, wool, plaid mini-skirt with brown boots and a pink Oxford shirt, and William in a grey pinstriped suit, a light blue shirt, and a purple tie with medallions—we sat in the kitchen over breakfast together. Laird was asleep in his dog bed in corner, his feet in the air and pleasant doggie snores coming from his mouth. The housekeeper had already fed him. She’d prepared a full breakfast for us too, but the buttons of my fitted shirt were straining over my breasts just enough that I’d thought twice about wearing it. I decided to stick to grapefruit and coffee. I either had to drop a couple of pounds or buy some minimizer bras.
    I was more than a little sated this morning and the memory of William’s thumb in my ass—and how much I’d liked it—made me blush. William glanced at me and lowered his tablet. “Are you free tomorrow afternoon?”
    I was meeting Hutch at Morrison Hotel today, but I didn’t have any appointments tomorrow. “Sure. Why?”
    “Come to my office for a meeting.”
    My brow arched. “More stand-up sex against your office window?” The idea had appeal. William had a great view of the city.
    He gave me a small smile. “Not this time. It’s something else. Two o’clock work for you?”
    “Sure.”
    William stood and leaned in to kiss me. He smelled wonderfully clean and slightly musky. “Asa will drive you today.” His lips lingered on mine and then he nibbled at my bottom lip before pulling away. “Be good, please.”
    “I will,” I nodded without even the slightest protest. “I promise.”
    I watched William go and then glanced down at my grapefruit. I’d only eaten maybe half of it, but I pushed it away.
    I spent the next five minutes searching for my purse. I had no memory of where I’d left it the night before, but I finally found it in the bedroom. I rummaged through it, looking for my phone so I could put the appointment with William in my calendar. I shifted the contents of the purse several times but I had so much crap stuffed in it, I couldn’t see a thing. Shit . I started feeling around.
    “Miss Kelly?” It was Asa. “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”
    I glanced at the clock. I’d have to look for my phone later or I was going to be late to meet