Chapter 76
Chapter 76:
The man gave off this vibe of longing that I couldn’t ignore, and I kissed him deeper, sensing he needed me just as much.
“I need more,” I groaned, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.
Remy moaned into the crook of my neck as my hand slid between his legs, stroking his hardening cock.
The sweet sounds he made were exactly what I needed to hear, and I wanted more. I wanted to see him let go. Under me. Legs spread. Naked. Needy. Hard. Moaning my name. Over and over again.
“Fuck, Remy, I need you in my bed p>
“Please…” he gasped, fumbling with my pants before eagerly stroking my cock in return.
He looked like he was about to burst, and I stroked him faster.
Then, as I saw he was nearing his climax, I knelt and made sure to swallow everything.
“My turn,” he said, giving me a sly look before pushing me back against the sink. He sank to his knees and expertly took all of me. Oh. My fucking. God.
It felt like he was sucking the words right out of my brain. I was rendered speechless, my mouth unable to form coherent thoughts. My eyes followed his movements as he stood up, wiped his mouth, and smiled. He tucked his cock back into his pants and helped me, noticing that my hands were still gripping the marbled bathroom sink.
“Your number. Give it to me. I need more of you.” I handed him my phone, unlocked it, and watched as he typed his number into it. But then, feeling a strange mix of uncertainty, I decided to call him, needing to confirm if he actually wanted to see me again.
The insecurity was surprising—I never felt the need to double-check a guy’s number. But with him, I felt the urge. I just hoped I wouldn’t screw this up.
I came back home feeling light on my feet. I couldn’t believe that Rhys and Bill were right.
The first few hours had been a total waste of time, but then Ghazi sat beside me.
The Iranian businessman was undeniably attractive, and it confused me how easily I was swayed by his words. He was perfectly poised, dripping with money—I could tell just by his appearance alone.
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The kisses we shared, the touches between us, and the intimacy—it was all too good. I didn’t expect that at all. But I replayed snippets of it in my mind several times on my way back home. Read complete version only at.net
Ghazi had my number, and he told me he wanted more of us. I tried to contain the giddy feeling bubbling inside me, so I retreated to my studio and began working on my art. I was designing an intricate collar requested by one of my clients, someone who had reached out via DM. He had made a special request for his partner. I could feel the love he was putting into the design, and it was the kind of thing I longed for—stupidly, I dreamed of it for myself.
When my phone buzzed with an incoming text days later, I was working a shift at Velvet Den and didn’t notice until I got home.
Ghazi: “Tomorrow. Lunch. My place. Or are you working? I can’t stop thinking about you p>
My heart raced, and a wide grin spread across my face as my fingers quickly tapped out my response.
Me: “Can do. Address?” Me: “Can’t stop thinking about you too p>
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as we finished our late-night texting. Eventually, I lay down on my bed and drifted off to sleep with ease.
The next day, Ghazi picked me up.
Though he wasn’t wearing his usual designer suit, he was still just as hot as the last time I saw him. He greeted me at the back of his car as soon as his driver closed the door behind me. Now I understood how the other half got around—driven around in their cars by their drivers. With the divider up between us and the tinted windows surrounding us, we were in our own private bubble. My heart fluttered with hopes I knew I had to shake off, quickly.