She rises and takes his hand. “I’d like that, too.”
After Romeo waves goodbye, I take out my comm unit, but Landy keeps hers inserted. “What? She might say something more.”
“Yeah, but there are some father-son boundaries I will not cross. Hearing him have sex is one of them.”
“Oh, of course.” Face red, she pulls out the device from her ear canal.
“Stunning.” I press my thumb to her inner thigh, wondering if tonight we finally admit our attraction.
“Apparently, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” She picks up her glass, sips the melted ice, then plays her tongue along the rim.
Mesmerized, I inch my head toward hers. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
“A bad one could spoil the whole bunch.” The dark centers of her eyes widen, and my cock hardens more.
“But if it were good, I’d put my mouth on it, suck until it screamed, and swallow the juices.”
Her nostrils flare, her lips parts, and her gaze drifts to my arousal. “I hate to be the one to inform you, but fruit doesn’t shout.”
“My mistake.” I brush my lips across hers, throw a generous tip to the barkeep, and take her outside.
“Wait, my coat.” Torn, she turns back.
“I’ll buy you another. Dammit firefly, I need you.” My back to the street, I pull her to the dark building next door and kiss her under the gilded lion. The passion simmering all night ignites and we take it deeper. My hand rises up the slit in her dress, I hit liquid heat, and sweat rolls down my side.
My God, I’m so far gone I barely notice my chauffeur until he clears his throat at the curb.
Face red, my hand drops to my side, and I walk her toward the limo’s back door. Those inner demons of hers must have the night off because as we’re driven uptown, she climbs over my lap. Knees on either side of my thighs, she lifts her hem and grinds her wet core against my swollen cock.
“You’re about to make another crash landing, firefly.” Using super-human skills, I will myself not to unzip and plough into her folds.
Panting, lips puffy and hair mussed, she slides off from me. “Holy shit. We almost… I almost… In the back seat of a limo.”
Chuckling, I straighten her skirt, tuck one of those dangling curls behind an ear and whisper. “We’re only a block away from a bed.”
Biting her lower lip, she squeezes her legs together, and nods. “Thank you, sweet Jesus.”
To avoid the lobby, my driver drops us off in the parking lot underground, near the elevator bay.
“G’night Benoit.” I pay him well for his ability to read my mind and tonight, he earns every penny.
“Goodnight Mr. Montclair, Ms. Manuel.” He drives off, I hit the up arrow, and as we wait, a gray-haired couple joins us.
“Nice evening.” The lady glances at Landy, then at me, and as she shares a secret smile with her husband, the elevator dings.
Holding him back, she points to the other door. “Have a lovely night, you two.”
Alone at last, we ride to my floor with my hand cupping her breast and my mouth devouring hers. I kiss her by the ice machine, pick her up, and race her to my room. Inside, she kicks off her shoes and I do the same while removing my jacket. Her busy hands fumble with my belt buckle and unzip my fly as I untie the halter bow behind her neck.
Bountiful breasts free, I moan and cup them in my palms. Mouths together, our tongues tangle, and she untucks my shirt. As her nails dig in my back, I pick her up, drop her on the bed, and fall to my side beside her.
I don’t want to jinx the moment, but I need to be sure she realizes where this is going. “Landy, you want this, right?”
Her cheeks in my hand, I stare into her eyes and get lost in the gold halo surrounded by the desert of brown.
If she says no, walking away will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done but I won’t push.
“Eyes.” She waits for my gaze to lift back to hers. “Shut up, Dash, and make love to me.”
