“I am. I was in such a foul mood this afternoon all of my meetings ended much sooner than expected.”
“Because they couldn’t wait to get out?” Her nerves rose a little more and she wondered if his mood was still as dark.
“Yes. I like your bikini. Lizzie was right, I am blown away, metaphorically speaking anyway. I seem to recall you made a certain offer about me really being blown away.” He wore a small smile and a darkening expression. Cupping the cheeks of her bottom, he squeezed them gently. “They are positively cold, baby.”
“Are you still pissed at me?”
“Maybe, but not as pissed as I was and I think your ass and my hand still have a date after your teasing at breakfast, don’t you?”
“I think so.” She reached up to kiss him on the lips whispering into his mouth, “James.”
Without any obvious movement or pause she found herself hanging over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs two at a time, not stopping until they reached the bedroom where he threw her onto the bed.
Lying in the middle of the bed, sprawled where he’d deposited her, Tasha watched as he began stripping off. With a sly grin she decided he really was gorgeous, although a little crazy. Earlier in the afternoon he was ready to spank her red and torture her with his sexiness and now he was all friendly. Unless he had something up his sleeve as a means of punishment and whilst that concerned her slightly, it excited her more. Maybe his craziness was part of the attraction. Whatever it was, she told herself to simply ride the storm for however long it might last. The idea of it, of them ending, made her suddenly sad but she had no time to dwell because in a blur she missed, he was there, over her and possessing her mouth with his so roughly it almost hurt, but not quite and it was sexy as hell.
Pulling back, Jim glanced down as far as her chest before shifting so he was resting back on his legs, already pulling her shoes off. “I love this bikini. It was worth every cent, baby.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew how much it cost?” she said laughing.
“Seven hundred and fifty dollars I believe. Worth every cent, as are you.” He pulled her up to undo the bikini top.
Lizzie had clearly struck again she thought as her bikini top flew across the room.
“Lift your ass honey because I love the bikini, but I love what’s underneath it more.”
She did as she was told, allowing him to remove the bikini bottoms that were thrown too before lying down next to her.
“Climb over me.”
She stretched across him, straddling his groin where she began to moan lowly as she felt him rubbing against her.
“You appear to be at the wrong end, baby. We were going to blow each other away, remember?” His tongue ran across his lips, leaving them glistening with moisture and promise.
Her stomach somersaulted multiple times. Maybe Vegas wasn’t such a bad idea. Surely anything that felt so good, so right, couldn’t be wrong. She reminded herself of his other wives and was sure they must have felt the same way too. Felt exactly how she felt now and look how all of those marriages had ended, in divorce. With a stern word for herself she refocused on enjoying what they had but with a renewed determination not to become unlucky and divorced number seven. She jumped as she felt the warm, familiar sting in her ass meaning she had clearly missed a cue of some sort.
“Turn around,” Jim ordered, clearly a repetition, but his face softened as she continued to hesitate. “Hey, are you still with me, honey? You okay?” He pushed her falling hair back from her face.
“Yes, sorry.” Tasha stammered as she attempted to turn around but her movement was thwarted by Jim taking a gentle grip on her wrist.
“Tasha, if you don’t want to do this, if something is on your mind?” His question made her smile; big, scary James Maybury had the potential to be a real pussy cat.
“No, I do. I was just thinking. This, us, it confuses me but I want us to do this,” she confirmed as Jim’s hands settled on her hips.
“We can talk about your confusion, baby, later. I would guess it might be similar to my own.”
Tasha nodded with a genuine and sweet smile, missing one hand from her hip moving until a pop sounded behind her, warming her behind. Maybe he was more of a tiger than a pussy cat.
“Turn around.”
Tasha found therightplace to when she felt the wonderful sensation of James’ tongue. She cried out and thought again that it was no wonder six different women had already committed to belonging to this magnificent man but refused to stray to the reoccurring detail of six different women who had also been on the wrong side of that commitment.
They were lying entwined together on the bed when Jim broke the comfortable silence surrounding them. “Let’s go out to dinner.”
“I thought you were going to guarantee nobody would ever know I was here,” Tasha replied. Between him and his daughter her plan for discretion was going to be completed screwed up.
“I am. I know some very secluded places. You can dress up and I will be going crazy all night and when we get back here, we can...” he smiled as if encouraging her to finish his sentence.
“We can make love all night.” She’d purposefully selected her words, deliberately teasing in her very tame response.
