I bill my time like it’s oxygen and I'm constantly fighting to prove myself to a father who expects me to someday take over his company. It’s the kind of life that leaves no room for anyone else and no one would understand.
To the outside world, and to beautiful women like Rhiannon, I look like a suit. And the truth is that might be all there is to me anymore when you peel back the expensive fabric and throw away the fancy watches. I don’t have hobbies or friendships. For fun, I like to win cases.
So, yeah. That night had been easy to let go of. Until now.
“What’s taking you so long?” she teases. Her body's soft but her eyes tell a different story.
I glance up from where I’m standing at the edge of the bed, condom still in hand, watching her like she’s a work of art and I’m at the museum or Rhiannon.
We’d barely made it through the door of the Hartford suite that I’m staying in, closer to the client meetings I have this week andeasier than commuting back to the city just for the night before she'd started stripping.
No hesitation. Just peeled off those tiny denim shorts that barely covered her ass, that white tank that did nothing to hide the hard peaks of her nipples, and then sprawled out on the bed like she'd slept here before. Like she ownedme.
I won’t tell her this, but today she does.
“Give me a fucking second to enjoy the view,” I growl out.
She smirks, propping herself up on her elbows, legs parting even wider—inviting, taunting. The kind of look that makes a man forget where he is. I toss the condom on the bed beside her and drag my boxers down, fisting myself as I kneel between her thighs.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her.
No hesitation. Her white-painted fingers slide between her legs, spreading herself open, glistening in the light. Her breath catches when she circles her clit, the smallest shiver running through her.
“That’s not how you do it when you're alone, is it?” I murmur.
She shakes her head, teasing herself with a slow drag of her nail over the swollen bud before sliding a finger inside her wet pussy.
“Put another one in,” I grit out.
She obeys, and I watch her move, hips rocking, chest rising. I lean down, take one of her nipples into my mouth, flick my tongue against it until she gasps. Her hand tangles in my hair, the other working between her legs, and for a second, I forget we’ve barely said ten real words to each other.
“Have you thought about that night since?” I ask her.
Her fingers find my neck, nails scratching lightly, and fuck me, my cock twitches from just that. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve let anyone touch me.
She pulls me closer, lips brushing my ear, whispering, “Every time I touch myself.”
Fuck.
I catch her wrist, pull her fingers out, then drag her slick digits to my mouth, and suck them clean. Her eyes go dark as I taste her, and I can’t help the groan that leaves my throat.
I’ve missed her taste. I’ve missed her scent. I’m not sure how it’s possible to miss someone you’ve only met once before and still don’t know, but it’s true.
“I’m going to take my time with you today, okay?” I tell her, voice a promise and a threat all at once.
She smiles like she knows I'm about to come already, and whispers, “Two lies. One truth.”
I growl, the sound rumbling from my chest. I hate that game. But as I stare down at her, spread out and smirking, sunlight gleaming off her skin, I know I’ll play it anyway.
“I don’t want to kiss you,” I say. Lie number one. “I loved watching you touch that idiot at the shoot today.” Lie number two. Her mouth curves into a smile. “And I’m going to make you come so many times that you’ll fall asleep in my bed here and won’t be able to sneak off again until I get your phone number.”
Her pupils blow wide, swallowing the hazel color of them until they’re practically black.
"Oh, I can't wait to see that."
I like that she's confident. I like that she isn't shy. That there's no hesitation when it comes to expressing what she wants. In acareer where I'm constantly surrounded by liars and deceivers, Rhiannon may want me to tell her lies, but there's nothing about the way she expresses her needs, the way she gives into the pleasure.
Before I can stop myself, I’ve got her face in my hands and my mouth on hers. I bite her bottom lip, suck her tongue, take her breath until she’s gasping into mine.
