With less urgency, I work her back into the height of need.Her low, throaty moan reverberates through my soul.
I flex my fingertips into her hips and dip my attention to her entrance.She shivers and twists her fingers in my hair.
I flatten my palm on her lower belly and sneak the tip of my middle finger to her clit.
Her moan assures me she’s right where I want her.
I curl my tongue into her pussy.
She seizes and floods my mouth.
I lap up her release until she shudders and relaxes.Her knees fall away from my ears.After a final parting lick of her glistening folds, I pepper her pussy with closed-mouth kisses before slipping her panties back into place and resting my head against her inner thigh.
I never want to leave the heaven I’ve found between her legs.
My hard cock pulses and leaks onto the torn couch cushion.
I sigh, brush my lips over her smooth leg, and lift her knees off my shoulders.
My breath catches in my throat at the picture she presents.Disheveled with her breasts bunched above her bodice and her freckles highlighting her flushed face, she’s the most ethereal woman I’ve ever seen.
I tuck my cock away to avoid temptation, fix her dress, gather her into my arms, and settle her into my lap.
For several beautiful moments, we cuddle on the destroyed couch, enjoying the bubble of bliss we created together.She smiles and kisses my chest.
“Thank you, Brennan.I didn’t know…”
“Me neither, Audrey.I’ve never—”
Our phones buzz at the same time.Audrey jumps up and snatches hers out of her purse sitting on the side table.My senses heighten as she pales.I slip her phone out from between her fingers and reply to the bodyguard assigned to her mother’s bedside before pulling up the contact information she saved for the facility.
“Call them,” I demand.
She nods, presses the call button, and lifts the phone to her ear.After a brief conversation, she ends the call and rubs her forehead.
“My mom fell out of her wheelchair and might have broken her wrist.They’re examining her now but suggest I head that way,” she says.
“We can finish dress shopping another day.I’ll drive,” I say.
When she nods in acceptance, I sigh a silent breath of relief.
Her refusal after the intense, intimate moment we just shared would gut me.
We change back into our work clothes.I purchase the gowns she selected, buy the couch and fund the boutique to replace it, and usher her out to the car within five minutes.
Sensing the turmoil within her, I weave my fingers through hers over the center console and accept her pensive silence as she stares out her window the entire drive.
I pull into the vacant parking spot closest to the front entrance.Audrey squeezes my fingers and swings haunted eyes at me.
“Would you mind staying in the car?”she asks.
I war within myself.The facility should be safe for her mother, but if there’s foul play afoot, I can’t let Audrey walk in there alone.
I shake my head.
Instead of fighting, my baby doll slumps and nods in defeat.
“Okay.Here we go,” she says before opening her door.
