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KIMBERLY

about thirty minutes ago, so Jace and I decided to clean up and let everyone rest. Emre's family left a few minutes ago, so it was just the three of us now.

It was definitely a lot quieter but still as pleasant.

The mixing of the personalities and hilarious stories made this easily one of the best dinners I've ever had.

"I think I'm going to head to bed," Carina suddenly announced.

Jace immediately placed the dish he was washing back into the sink and went to his mother's side. "Is everything okay? Should I call the doctor?"

"Don't worry, stupid," Carina admonished her son. "I'm fine. Just a little tired. And before you think about offering, I can go back to my room on my own. Goodnight, you two."

"Goodnight," I called out as Jace came back to finish cleaning the rest of the dishes.

With his shirt sleeves rolled up, I had a pleasant view of his arms and—dare I say— it was better than smut. It was unfair that he was blessed with such looks because it made it that much harder to dislike him.

Believe me, I was trying my hardest to find something that would make it easier to keep my feelings in check.

We continued working in silence, me staying silent because I wanted to keep my full attention on the way the veins in his arms moved, for a few more minutes before finally collapsing back on our respective spots at the table.

"I had fun tonight," I broke the silence.

"Yeah?" He lifted his head from where it was resting at the top of the chair and turned it towards me.

I nodded. "I miss being around kids, now that Audrey's grown up."

"Hypothetically," he spoke, his eyes smoldering into mine. "I wouldn't mind having kids with you. You'd make a great mother."

Despite the touchy subject, I appreciated the sentiment. "Thank you."

I could feel my mind reverting back to the same thoughts I had in the car when Jace spoke again. "Not gonna lie, the thought of fucking you until you get pregnant turns me on."

Leave it up to Jace to say something to bring me out of the bad place my thoughts could be.

"Someone has a breeding fetish," I laughed, moving my foot up along his legs.

"Weirdly enough, only when it comes to you. All I ever hear about is how great Kimberly Astor is. It makes a guy think," he responded truthfully.

"About what?" I teased, skipping over his growing erection.

Jace caught my foot, bringing it down to the familiar bulge. "About how good at fucking you'd have to be to get her to have your kids."

"Interesting point," I admitted. "Let's test how good you are, then." I got onto my knees, crawling under the table until I was able to pop my head from under the tablecloth in front of Jace. "Can you pass me my bag?"

He obliged. "What do you need from it?"

I didn't answer his question, knowing he would snatch the bag away if he knew. I pulled out the flask, looking up to see his eyes narrowed at the object in my hand. "Don't get ma—"

"You're not drinking, Venus," he said blankly.

"Jace... trust me," I spoke softly. "I just wanna make you feel good."

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, lulling his head back. "When you say shit like that, I fucking lose it."

"Do you trust me?"

He looked at me, searching deep into my eyes to find the answer to my question. "Yes."

Bringing my hands up, I unbuckled his belt and fished his cock out from under his boxers. I took a sip of the bubbly champagne from my flask.

I don't remember who taught me about this, but champagne blow jobs were on a different level. It made the taste of anyone much better and provided explosive sensations for both people.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing you on your knees," he breathed, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "Start sucking, vixen."

Please. You did not have to tell me twice.

I teased his tip with my tongue before slowly closing my mouth around it, creating a slight suction to prevent the champagne from spilling out. Jace groaned lowly, keeping his palm against my cheek, holding himself back from having me deepthroat him right off the bat.

"Fuck, Venus," he whimpered. A loud thump sound came from above the table as he cursed again.

His head was still thrown back in pleasure as the bubbly sensation surrounded his cock. He's so lucky he trusted me.

My hands circled around his base, pumping him slowly, as my lips stayed wrapped around the top of him. A drop of precum was leaking out of the slip, my tongue swiping at it instantly. I held back a moan when he hardened even more in my mouth.

I released his tip, swallowing the champagne and giving it one more light kiss before grazing the rest of his shaft with my tongue. "Didn't that feel good?"

"Fuck yeah," Jace groaned again, his head looking down at me. "More, baby."

Yeah, I was wet.

I obliged, moving my hands to take as much of him as I could into my mouth. Slowly building up a rhythm, I bobbed my head on his cock until the tip was at my throat when the front door suddenly opened.

Panicking, Jace brought up the tablecloth to cover my head in his lap. I didn't know if that was an indication to stop or keep going, but I wasn't the type of person to refuse having fun.

So, I kept on going, feeling Jace's hand tighten around my ponytail.

I slowed down slightly, so it wouldn't be too obvious what was going on, but that seemed to turn Jace on even more as every inch of him was gently caressed by my mouth.

"I didn't realize you were still up," Emre's voice called out from somewhere.

"Yeah," Jace sounded pained. A little ego boost ran through me at the thought of me doing that to him.

I heard shuffling before Emre spoke again, "Def left her iPad behind and refused to go to sleep without it. Kids these days. Anyway, where's Ki—"

He suddenly stopped talking and based on the way Jace stiffened, Emre figured it out.

Two sharp knocks hit the table over my head. Bingo.

"Hi, Kim," Emre greeted, a deep sense of amusement in his tone.

Not wanting to take Jace out of my mouth, I resorted to sticking my hand out from under the tablecloth and waving. Emre seemed to get a kick out of that and couldn't stop laughing as Jace cursed him out and told him to leave.

Emre, in between laughs, still had the balls to reply. "You two are something else." The door finally closed behind him and Jace moved us back out from under the table.

Normally, it would make sense for the mood to be ruined after that. But, not for me. I wasn't completely lying when I joked about being an exhibitionist to Jace. If all the parties involved consented, the thought of seeing someone else's pleasure or them seeing mine...

I returned back to my original pace, turned on more than ever as I pumped Jace in and out of my mouth. He tightened in my mouth, the sensation now familiar enough to know that he was about to come.

And man, did he come.

I swallowed as much of him as I could, reveling in the way he tasted. With all the other guys I've been with in the past, letting them finish in my mouth was quite rare. But, with Jace, I couldn't get enough of it.

"I should've known that would turn you on," Jace laughed softly. "Come on, baby. It's your turn now."

Hauling me into his arms, Jace carried me to the light switches, turning everything off before taking me upstairs. We entered his room and he tossed me onto his bed before moving to his closet in search of something.

I took the time to look around his room, not surprised to see it relatively bare. Even his office and his room back home was barely decorated, a matter I couldn't seem to understand.

My room, in all its cluttered glory, drove him insane, but it was beautiful to me. Filled with pictures and memories of people I loved, different souvenirs from all the places I've been. Every time I was too in my head, I'd look at them and remember a time when I was happy or good at faking it.

Jace's room was simple. A bed I was currently on. A desk in the corner, stacked with books. A few pictures of him and his mom or him and a few friends.

After a few more seconds, Jace finally turned back around with a box in his hands. He came back to the bed, setting the box on the nightstand before climbing over me, pressing me down into the bed with his hips.

"What's in that?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Something fun," he whispered, reaching down to pull my sweater over my head.

"So, is this where you used to bring all your girls from high school?" I tried asking in a light tone, but I couldn't help the slight—okay, maybe a tad bit more than slight—jealousy.

"Why?" Jace teased, nipping at my skin. "Do you want to call one of them and ask them to be our mistress?"

I rolled my eyes. "Our mistress?"

"Well, I figured you'd like them more."

"Why?"

"Because, you, Kimberly," he unhooked my bra, pulling the straps down, "are way more than enough for me."

"Don't say stuff like that," I whispered.

"Why not?"

"Because I could get addicted to hearing it," I truthfully replied.

"Good," he replied, gently biting on my nipple. "Jesus, your tits are something else... Do you trust me?"

The "yes" escaped me before I could even take the time to process his question.

Did I trust him?

Considering everything he's done for me, how could I not? I'm not the kind of person to easily open up to someone, and the last person I expected that someone to be was the guy I had an arranged marriage with.

But, over the last few months, he's become a sort-of friend. Someone who was pretty easy to talk to, despite how often he got on my nerves.

So... yes. I guess I did trust him.

Jace reluctantly released my nipple from his mouth and reached over to the box from earlier, pulling out... graduation cords?

The colorful ropes were visible in the moonlight shining through the window and I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of me.

"Why are you laughing?" he asked, taking one of my wrists and tying it to one of the poles on his headboard. It wasn't my first time being tied up, but this was already more enjoyable than the last.

"Because, of all things that could turn me on, graduation cords take the cake," I replied, still laughing. I don't remember the last time I laughed this much in one night. "You know, intelligence is really sexy. Which honor societies are these from?" I asked, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso.

Jace tied my other wrist to the remaining pole, double-checking both knots. "This one's math honor society." He traced the one holding my left wrist back.

I jokingly moaned.

"And, this is science honor society."

"You're killing me," I teased as he placed a kiss on the crook of my neck. "This is the sexiest dirty talk I've ever heard."

"What? Do you want me to list the other ones too?" he joked.

He trailed light kisses down the valley between my breasts, my back arching up into him involuntarily. " Just fuck me."

Jace lifted his head up, the sight of him on top of me doing wonders to my arousal. Even with him not physically touching my skin right now, I still reveled in the way the ring on the end of my chain was teasing my skin.

Every part of him was made to torture me. I was sure of it.

"Baby, I'm gonna worship every inch of your skin tonight." He kept eye contact as he licked a trail from above my skirt, over my stomach, back between my breasts, along my throat, skipping over my lips, before placing a kiss on my nose. "When I'm done, there's not a part of you that's not going to know how I feel."

There was something so intimate and raw about his tone. Something that would have me running out the door if it weren't for my good mood tonight. For once, I wanted to indulge. For once, I didn't want to run away from the feelings inside me.

For once, I didn't want to be scared.

Just for tonight... you can do it.

"You better keep that promise."

"Don't you know? I always do."

With that, he dropped his head, placing light, fluttery kisses across the expanse of my jaw, pressing his clothed body to my half-naked one. Forgetting I was tied up, I tried bringing my hands down to pull his head closer to me.

But, the stupid tight knots didn't budge at all. Where the fuck did he learn how to tie these?

Every time we've had sex thus far was hard and fast-paced, and even though I wanted to indulge just for tonight, I forgot how it felt to have intimate sex.

I forgot how scared it made me. Stop... just enjoy.

If only I knew how to cooperate with my head... This cognitive dissonance was getting on my nerves.

"Stop thinking," Jace spoke, lifting his head to meet my eyes. "I mean it."

I rolled my eyes, internally hitting him since my arms were currently rendered useless. In response to my feigned annoyance, Jace leaned over, kissing my eyelids. With his body still flush to mine, he dragged his hand down between us and pushed my skirt down.

I kicked them off with my legs, letting Jace run a finger along the thin lace covering my core, eliciting a soft moan out of me.

Jace lowered his head, moving his lips as close as possible to mine without them touching. If it weren't for how well I knew myself, I would kiss him. I would swallow every groan and moan out of him and claim them as mine.

And I'd let him do the same to me.

Without thinking, I moved my head up, touching the corner of our mouths together. The brief contact between us was smooth and warm. Not at all like the full-on electrifying and passionate sex we were used to.

Jace stiffened above me, pulling back to look down into my eyes. His eyes softened as they peered onto my unguarded face. For a second, I was scared he was going to try to kiss me back, but he didn't.

It was so annoying how well he had me figured out.

Instead, he pressed a gentle kiss on my nose before ripping my panties off. The juxtaposition in his actions caught me off guard, evoking a laugh out of him.

"Hey! Those were expensive," I whined, turning my head to see the wasted piece of lace lying on his bedroom floor. My poor baby...

Jace lifted himself off of me, sitting back on the bed while wrapping my legs around his waist. He inched forward, raising my hips with the movement as he looked down at my aching core, mesmerization written all over him.

"I'll buy you more," he responded, still looking down as he traced my inner lips with two fingers.

Any response from me died as he pushed those two fingers in. The two fingers were moving painstakingly slowly inside me as I fought against the restraints, desperate for more.

"Jace," I groaned aloud as he added another finger in, pushing my limits.

"Keep quiet," he commanded, not understanding how nearly impossible his task was given his current actions. Two of the three fingers began scissoring as the remaining one moved back and forth between the walls. "My mom's still downstairs. Do you want her to hear you, my little alcoholic?"

I laughed, which was immediately cut off with a groan.

His other hand brought my right leg up, aligning my ankle with his mouth as he began trailing wet kisses and sucking deeply at the skin down the long expanse before meeting the juncture of my hip. He nipped it lightly, bending lower to drag his tongue to my clit.

My wrists were now raw with pain as I pulled at the cords again, regretting how easily I allowed myself to get into this mess.

"Please," my voice called out in a foreign whisper. I don't even know what I was begging for. I just knew I needed more.

He sucked hard at the bundle of nerves, causing me to arch my back and lurch forward. The moan I let out was embarrassingly inhuman.

The headboard creaked at my sudden, excited movements. Jace, with his head still in between my legs, placed a large hand gently around my throat, pushing me back down. His muscular, covered arm was flush against my bare skin feeling so incredibly erotic.

His warm hand was placing the right amount of pressure around my throat, not too soft and hard enough that it was only borderline painful. It was just how I liked it... which fucking sucked.

This man read me like an open book in all aspects of life. I knew that after these two years were up, sex just wouldn't be the same.

Maybe we should amend the duration of this arrangement...

It wasn't long before I finished in his mouth, followed by him drinking me up like a thirsty man. In the beginning, I liked how he couldn't get enough of me. The assurance that he was feeling the same way that I was feeling for him was soothing. But, it was escalating.

Escalating fast to a point of no return.

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the way 90% of this chapter was smut >>>

i'm so whore-knee, man. like bruh why aren't these bitches real?

love, zia.