“Come here, baby.” I pulled Vera close to me, feeling the hotness of her bare vaginal lips. The seductress wore no panties. I was intoxicated, aching to fuck her on my bed. “My place?” I asked, pressing her heated entrance with my rough fingers.
“Oh, Alistair,” Vera moaned, pushing her breasts against my chest. My other hand aroused her nipples, barely covered by a thin piece of stretch fabric. Damn, she wore no bra. The red dress was the only barrier between Vera’s hot body and my itching hands. She was fucking gorgeous, with her mocha eyes and red lips.
“Would you like some meat tonight?” I whispered, nipping her earlobe with enticing kisses.
“Yes,” she breathed, rubbing my erection. “Damn, you’ve got quite a boner there, Scotty.”
“It wants you, Vera. Let me have you,” I murmured.
“Hmm, I don’t know.” The temptress winked. “You already had a meal earlier today.”
“Will you sleep with me?” My heart ran a rapid race, and my body ached to be inside her. I swear my balls would burst any second now.
“Another night won’t hurt.” Vera bit her lower lip, then licked it with her pink tongue.
Oh, the things shedidwith that wicked tongue.
I needed to bury myself inside the woman.
DAMIAN
Vera
“Impressive place, Mister Scott.” I kept my voice even, though my eyes drank in every inch of the penthouse as he led me into the open-plan living room. Calling it impressive was underselling it. This was billionaire territory, and Alistair wore it like a second skin.
“My friends Robbie and Angie Somersby designed my home. They’re the best architects in the city.” Alistair toyed with one of my fallen curls as I nodded. “Their boy, Jacob, goes to the same school as my son, Damian. He visits from time to time when Damian’s with me, and I think he’s a good influence, a church kid, you know.”
“They sound nice,” I said, staring at the high ceiling, bespoke chandeliers, and a spiral staircase connecting the living room to the upstairs floor, where I assumed the bedrooms were.
“It’s a pity Robbie and Angie plan to leave Lester Harbor someday. They’ve just finished a project for me in Dubai. Wait until you see my penthouse apartment there.” Alistair clinchedmy waist in a tight embrace, planting an endearing kiss on my cheek.
“Dubai...wow.” I adjusted his collar and allowed the gentle roughness of his unshaven jaw to rub my face. “Do you have a swimming pool?” I asked. If he owned a pool, it would have cost an arm and a leg. Or maybe a kidney.
He scoffed. “Sweetheart, I own the top floors of this building. I’m on the committee for the entire building. Would you like to see my rooftop swimming pool?”
“I don’t think I’ll stay,” I replied, annoyed at how the rich took life for granted. I grew up in an average home featuring frayed and faded mismatched furniture. He grew up in the spoils of pristine perfection. His upbringing defined who he was.
He had everything he wanted… the best education, a career given to him on a platinum platter, people who pandered to his demands, and beautiful women. On the other hand, I worked my ass off and appreciated every accomplishment I earned. My sudden jealousy surprised me. I rarely gave a shit about the rich and famous, but Alistair exposed me to his world, and he affected me. Things were getting personal.
“Don’t go,” Alistair pleaded. His jungle-green eyes darkened as he tightened his grip on my right wrist and rubbed it in circular, sensual motions.
“Alistair, I don’t know...”
“I need you.”
“No, you don’t.” My words said one thing, but my body betrayed me, allowing him to inhale my hair’s floral fragrance.
Bending his head, Alistair lowered his passion-glazed eyes as his lips brushed against mine. He deepened the heat, tasting every drop of me, while his erection pressed into my lower belly. His natural scent, blended with his spicy cologne, ensnared me, seducing every inch of my body. “I want to fuck you,” he whispered. “Take you right now.”
“God, I want your dick,” I moaned, caressing the outline of his bulge.
“So, will you stay the night?” Alistair’s warm breath blew against the nape of my neck.
“Mister Scott,” I teased, unzipping his pants. “Will you show me your bedroom?”
Two a.m.
“Alistair?”
