Blah, blah, blah. He’s never once asked tojust hold me. It’s like he’s saying what he thinks a sensitive man would say.
I stalk to our walk-in closet. What I’m looking for is on a high shelf in the back. There are racks for shoes under the rods for hanging clothes, but I can’t bring myself to leave shoes worth hundreds of dollars out to catch dust. I store them in their boxes.
I use a step stool to grab the brown box with the white signature and slide on the blush-colored slingbacks with red soles. They pinch my toes, but they do make my feet look like they belong to someone else—someone so certain of the ground underneath her that she has no worries about balancing on heels so thin and brittle.
I let my hips sway as I return to the bedroom. I’ve stripped for Adrian before. We’ve tried almost everything, at least the normal stuff. Undressing for him is a thing I do when I’m in a good mood, though, like when there’s a good bop playing at the end of a movie.
His eyes lock on me the second I step out of the closet. He’s still sitting propped against the headboard, his hard cock in the air, muscular legs stretched out like a lazy king.When he notices my shoes, a wrinkle appears on the bridge of his nose. He’s bemused. He doesn’t recognize them.
At the pile of his clothes, I lower myself like a lady, thighs together, to root through his pockets for his phone, and then I crawl onto the bed. His eyes darken as he tracks my progress, zeroed in on my full, swaying breasts.
I prowl up his body and straddle his lap. He keeps his hands at his side. I hold his phone up to his face to unlock it.
His eyebrow lifts tentatively. He probably thinks I’m going to record us or pull up porn.
It’s a little after one o’clock in the morning. The Asian markets will be open. Which cities have exchanges over there? I’ve gone with him on business trips to Hong Kong, Tokyo, Shanghai. I search up the Hong Kong stock exchange, and click on the HKEX website. A ticker, a graph, and numbers. Perfect.
I rise higher on my knees, scoot forward, and grab his cock with my free hand. Luckily, I’m still a little wet from earlier. I trace my opening with the head. His hands wander to my ass, and he caresses me gently. Encouragingly.
Interesting. He’s usually not comfortable with me on top. He tenses and reverses things at the first opportunity. Maybe Delaney gave him a taste for switching it up.
He slides his hands up to circle my waist and leans forward to kiss me. His bottom lip is swollen. I kiss him back so hard he grunts.
And then I grab one of Adrian’s hands and shove his phone into it. I smile at him and say, “You go ahead and scroll while I fuck you.” And then I sink down his cock. It stings, and I’m not wet enough to make it all the way down. I can’t help a whimper. My eyes burn and blur, but I watch him closely.
He glances at the screen, his brow furrowing, and when he sees what I’ve pulled up, the dots connect. His face falls—straighttumbles. Something that almost looks like pain blazes in his eyes.
I actually hurt his feelings.
This must be what it feels like to sink a full-court shot at the buzzer—the surprise is a hundred times stronger than the satisfaction.
His pecs tense under my palms as I brace myself on his chest and work myself up and down, trying to take him all the way. My body doesn’t know my heart is breaking, so I get wetter, and soon enough, I’m taking all of him.
His mouth is grim, but his dick stays hard.
“Cora, hey, you don’t need to do this,” he says, his voice raw, as he drops the phone to grab me by the waist.
“Don’t worry. No one’s going to interrupt us.” I try to lift my hips, but his grasp is firm, so instead, I rock my pelvis back and forth.
He’s breathing faster, and his black pupils have eaten the dark brown of his irises except for that gold ring. I’m excited, too. My clit throbs, teased by the split seconds when I’m able to grind at the right angle against his pubic bone. I’m not close to coming, but I’m on the trail.
Before Adrian, ironically, sex was always transactional. I needed a bed for the night or a friend on my side who could use his fists. Or I needed to keep the mediocre man of the house happy, so I didn’t have to try my luck with yet another placement that could very well be worse. It didn’t mean anything.
I never came from sex with a man until Adrian, not because I could finally relax, but because I didn’t want to cheat him, so I got a vibrator and figured out how to get myself off. Then, sometimes, especially if I had a few glasses of wine, I could come with him.
“Cora, stop.” He lifts me off his cock, bending his legs so I’m stuck in the saddle, so to speak. His hard, wet cock issmushed between my belly and his, and he moves his hands from my waist to rub gentle circles on the small of my back. “Talk to me.”
“That’s not my job. You’re the one who ruined things.”
He presses his forehead to mine. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“You want things to go back to normal.” I press my forehead back into his, harder, so it hurts. “But theycan’t.”
“I don’t want to go back.” He fists my hair and firmly but carefully draws my head away from his, just a little. “I want this.” He brushes a kiss across my lips.
“You want me crazy and angry?”
“Yes.” He clears his throat, his gaze breaking from mine. He stares at my lips and says, “I want you to be happy again. I want you to include me in all the family shit even though I’m awkward with the girls and don’t know how to be with them like you do.” He raises his eyes to stare at the ceiling. “I want you to smile at me again.”
