“Honestly, it felt great to see the anguish on his face when the paperwork was done. While it would be nice to wake up a millionaire, I think it would be more problematic than fun. What I really want is to break my ties with the Chesterfields and never see them again.”
“Did you request a name change?”
“I don’t have to. Wes Senior blocked the name change when we got married.” I feel her shrug. “It’s one thing for his son to elope with a black woman, it’s another for him to have to acknowledge it. I was in no way supposed to be recognized as a Chesterfield. It was less paperwork for me. I’ve never liked their name anyway.”
I hate the whole family. They’re uppity bigots. Celeste was being terrorized by Weston Jr. for years. They can’t pay me to believe that they didn’t know or at least suspect what their son was doing. I have a strong feeling they just turned a blind eye and hoped for the best.
I reach around blind until I find her hand, cup it, and rub my thumb across the back of it. My need to touch her was too strong to ignore.
“What’s your last name?”
“Fontanne.”
“Celeste Fontanne.”
“Celeste Jane Fontanne,” she added. I could hear the amusement in her voice. “My parents wanted me to have a plain middle name in case I wanted to blend or something.”
“I like your name. All three of them,” I tell the air because I’m working to keep my head still. “What time is it?”
“A little after six.”
“Does that mean you’re staying?”
“Well, I’m pretty sure my car is totaled and is therefore un-drivable. And a certain someone’s eyes are swollen, so it’s not like you’re driving me anywhere until tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow is Sunday. How about I see your tomorrow and raise you Monday?”
“For the millionth time, Beau, I do not speak poker.”
“Spend the weekend with me and deal with the bullshit on Monday.”
“Beau…” Her voice is filled with hesitation.
“Please. I do recall you being huffy about the lack of a certain activity. I’d be willing to follow your lead on the subject.”
“Deal. No more surprise visitors. I want to be in denial in peace.”
“Deal.” I stick my hand out so we can shake on it.
“I don’t fully trust your deal, though. Would your willingness to follow my lead have anything at all to do with little Huron saluting me right now?”
“Did you call my dick my middle name?”
“Yes. I did.”
Her tone dared me to have an issue with it. I don’t. Even if I did, it would have died the moment I felt the cold air on my tip after she released it from its cotton prison. I feel her move down the bed; my clothes go with her and leave me nude.
A warm, delicious tingle travels through my body as her fingertips and nails travel from my ankle to mid-thigh. The bed dips under her weight.
“You’re a bigger person than me, Beau. No. You’re a saint because I’m totally about to take advantage of your vulnerability.”
Her words make my dick throb, and my skin tightens with anticipation. I bite my bottom lip when I feel her silky skin rub against mine.
“You’re going to prey on my weakness?” Every syllable is drenched with my arousal.
“So fucking hard,” Celeste’s confirms. Her nails dig into my chest as she impales herself.
I groan hard as she whimpers at the enhanced feeling of bare sex. My hands find her hips and grip her hard.
