Addie squeezes her eyes shut, but I see the glimmer of a smile tilting her lips at the corners.
I like glimmers of smiles far more than I like tears.
Especially after the best orgasm of my life.
Overwhelmedwas all she said when we finally got off the couch. But she insisted she didn’t want me to go.
And I was more than happy to stay.
“Okay,” she says into the phone as she puts it back to her ear. “I’m outnumbered. Put one of your security guys on him. Kick ass this weekend. I can’t wait to see the videos floating aroundsocial media. Thank you for the reassurance on the dress. And you don’t have to—okay.Okay. I promise I’ll call next time.”
She hangs up, then looks at me.
Reallylooks at me.
Her gaze starts at my eyes, but soon it’s trailing down my face to my lips. Then my chin. My neck. Shoulders. Side.
She bites her lower lip when her gaze gets approximately to my ass.
My dick presses into the mattress like we weren’t screwing like rabbits in her shower twenty minutes ago.
“I’ve made a lot of smart financial moves since my first contract,” I tell her. “We could both quit our jobs and just stay home and have sex every day for the rest of our lives. Even if I pay a hundred grand another few times for more dates with you.”
Her eyes dart back to mine.
I grin. “I’m only joking if you don’t like the idea.”
She flips me off, but she’s laughing as she bends over to retrieve the dress on the floor, giving me a view of her ass peeking out from under the towel.
Dammit.
I cannot get enough of this woman, and not just because this is the first night we’ve spent together in four years.
It’s because I never could.
And that’s why I fucked up and got pissed that she didn’t want to take things to the next level.
And that’s why I’m not at all offended at her playfully flipping me off this morning.
She drops the towel entirely as she reaches her dresser.
I groan.
That pretty pussy gets covered with blue silk panties.
Those lush, pink-tipped breasts go into a matching blue silk bra.
I stifle a growl. “You’re fucking sexy as hell.”
The look she gives me takes my breath away. It’s sexy and shy and vulnerable and it makes me want to jump out of bed, toss her over my shoulder, and haul her back here to stay all day long.
“You’re the first man I’ve ever believed when you say things like that,” she says quietly.
I stifle another growl.
I officially hate every single person in her life.
None of them are good enough for her. None of them are supportive enough. None of them see her.
