“This is a welcome surprise.”
“Long day, superstar?” she asks with a low purr.
I freeze for a second, caught between exhaustion and the sudden spike of lust. “You trying to kill me?”
“Like it?” She shifts, and the lace cups over her breasts shift, showcasing the pronounced swell of her breasts. “You were gone all day. Thought I’d remind you what you’ve got waiting for you back here.”
I toe off my boots, never stripping my eyes off her. “Trust me, sweetheart. I didn’t forget. I could never forget—even if I tried.”
She tilts her head, lips quirking. “I bet you smiled your perfect smile, answered all those intrusive questions, and didn’t even give me a second thought.”
I tug off my jacket and toss it on the chair. “The whole time I was thinking about how fast I could get here. How fast I could get you on that bed.” I nod to the bed she’s lying in. The one I can’t wait to join her in.
“Well, you are a superstar. They’re expecting you to tell them how you swept me off my feet.”
I lean on the edge of the dresser, crossing my arms. “Did I?”
For a second, the air tightens between us. She swings her legs over the edge of the mattress and stands.
“You know you did. Now, you worked so hard today…” She walks toward me slowly, hips swaying, looking like a fucking sex kitten. “You deserve a little reward.”
My pulse kicks up the closer she gets. Then she stops in front of me, tilting her head back to look me in the eye.
I brush my knuckles over her cheek. “You’re gonna spoil me for sitting through six hours of questions about whether I’m secretly married?”
“You aren’t, are you?” she teases, lips curving into the cutest smile.
“Smart-ass.” I grip her chin gently. “You know damn well you’re the only woman I want standing in front of me in lingerie, which make note of, is about two seconds away from getting ruined.”
Her breath catches, then she smirks. “Well, that will have to wait. I have other plans.”
My hand flexes at her hip.
“Sit,” she orders softly, pushing at my chest.
I let her move me until I drop onto the edge of the bed. She falls to her knees in one smooth motion, hair spilling over her shoulder, eyes locked on mine.
My throat grows so tight it’s hard to get out any words. “You don’t have to—” I start, even though my body is already betraying me.
“I want to,” she interrupts firmly. “I’ve missed you all day, Zander. Let me show you how much.”
Her fingers work my belt before she tugs it free and pops the button on my jeans. I swallow hard, gripping the edge of the mattress, watching her every move like a man starved. She drags the zipper down, her knuckles brushing over my bulging cock begging to be let out, and my head tips back on a curse.
“Impatient,” she murmurs.
I help her get my pants off, then she slips her hand inside my boxer briefs and wraps it around me.
My hips jerk at the contact of her hand. “Fuck, Romy. You’re evil.”
She smirks, pulling me free, stroking slowly and deliberately. “The best kind of evil.”
“Fuck yeah.”
She leans forward, pressing a kiss on the tip. My vision blurs at the edges when she slides her tongue along the length of me. I groan, fisting my hands in the sheets, every muscle in my forearms tight and straining.
Her lips close around me, and her hot, wet mouth makes me nearly bust a nut right then.
“You’re killing me,” I rasp. “You know that, right?”
