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Tristan
Tristan strokedBruna’s smooth back before anchoring her with one hand on her shoulder and angling himself to go deeper. His grunts matched her groans as his length slid past her G-spot. As his speed increased moving in and out of her, Tristan smacked her round butt cheeks and leaned on her back, reaching around for her wetfolds.
Bruna threw her head back. “God!” she screamed when he found her clit and tweakedit.
“That’s right, beautiful. Give it to me,” he whispered in her ear, when her flesh began to tremble around hiserection.
A few more thrusts and she came on his cock. It didn’t take long for Tristan to unload, triggering a new series of orgasms in the brunette’s body. Her round thighs shook while her arms gave out from under her. Bruna collapsed on the mattress, rolling onto her back. Gleaming brown eyes stared at Tristan from under heavy lids and a grin brightened her face. “Every. Damn. Time. You’re like a sex machine orsomething.”
“You sound surprised,” Tristan chuckled as he knotted the used condom and hopped off the bed to dispose of it in thebathroom.
“If I were to be honest, I’d say I thought after a couple of dates the novelty would wear off and you’d moveon.”
“Ouch! I sound shallow when you say it like that,” Tristan sat on the bed beside Bruna, splaying his hand on her midriff. “What the hell do you mean bynovelty?”
She dropped her eyes to his hand as it drew circles on her skin. Her cheeks flushed, and she didn’t return her gaze to his face as she whispered, “Well, I’m not the kind of girl who lands guys like you. I mean, look at me! I’m fat as a cow. You’re way out of myleague.”
Tristan stopped outlining the suntan lines on her lower body with the tip of his fingers to frame her face in his hands. “Hey, look at me,” he waited for Bruna to drag her eyes back to his. “I like your body the way it is. There’s nothing wrong with a pair of luscious thighs.” He released her face to squeeze her thighs, and plant a naughty kiss below her belly button, then moved his hands under her body to find his favorite feature. “Or a round swattablebutt.”
Bruna sighed when his fingers teased her crack as Tristan leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her turned-up nose. She moved her head up a fraction and their lips locked in a quick, but intense kiss. Tristan broke it before he changed hismind.
“You really got to go? It’s not even fiveyet.”
“Sorry, beautiful. I’ve got tons of things to do before heading to the restaurant, and you’re a distraction,” he apologized as he went around her tidy room collecting the articles of clothing he scattered around the previousnight.
He pulled up the zipper on his jeans without bothering to button them. The tight black tank top covered the dangling ends of the black leather belt. He would finish dressing as he went out. Shoving wallet and phone in his back pockets, he snatched his keys from hernightstand.
“See you later?” Bruna’s hopeful tone sounded out of character. She was the one who made the booty call and spelled it out that it was just a bootycall.
It betrayed her insecurity though. His arguments obviously didn’t convince her he meant what he said. On the other hand, he didn’t want to be a jerk by misleading her. True, he never considered her physique to be an issue. True, they had scorching hot chemistry in the sack. True, she knew he didn’t want a long-term relationship, and she had told him she didn’t either. Looking at her sparkling whiskey eyes, he couldn’t find the courage to remind her ofthat.
Not at thatmoment.
He’d be an ass to crush herexpectations.
He went for the next bestthing.
“I’ll do my best. I’ve got a long night ahead of me. I’ll call you, if I’m not dead beat, when I comehome.”
She nodded, and heleft.
Ignoring the elevator, Tristan climbed the ten flights of stairs to his floor without breaking a sweat. Exercising regularly at the oceanfront promenade that ran along Beira-Mar Norte Avenue was paying off. He grinned as he opened the door to his apartment, grabbed his car keys, and left again. Even though he barely slept a wink last night, and his body begged for some downtime, he couldn’t do anything about it. He was running late. He should have left for the Farmer’s Market half an hourago.
As he waited for the elevator, he sent a little prayer to the universe that he’d still find decent produce at the market. Chef Durand would be pissed if the delivery truck brought him subpar ingredients later today. Tristan couldn’t blame him for that. When the shining metal doors chimed open, he climbed in the elevator, and pressed the garage button on the high-tech panel, watching the bright blue numbers decrease as he traveled from the penthouse to the undergroundgarage.
“Today’s going to be a fucking long one,” Tristan muttered to himself as he rubbed the back of hisneck.
He had perfected the art of compartmentalizing. He had gotten so good at that he’d do it without realizing. Yes, he cared for Bruna. Yes, he felt crappy for not having the balls to make their no-strings-attached situation clearer before leaving her apartment. Yet, Tristan had already moved those issues to the back of his mind, when the elevator opened its doors at the undergroundgarage.
As he sprinted to his car, all he thought about was the shopping list Chef Durand had put together forhim.
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Tristan rushedout of the shower toweling himself dry. Splotching as many thick water drops on the floor as the ones he effectively dried off his body, he mumbled a string of colorful cuss words as he promised never to hit the snooze button on the alarm clockagain.
“Motherfucker!” he yelled when he slammed his bare toes against the leg of the bed. It was going to smart throughout the evening. Good! The stinging sensation would remind him that the words ‘just five more minutes’ should never be used when one needed to getup.
