She shrugged. “Live a little.”
“You won’t leave me in their all night?”
Her face lit up. “Tempting, but no. Go.”
She waited until I’d left the table, me hoping to fuck that no one looked at my crotch and saw what state I was in. I caught site of her standing up and heading to her father, stealing the attention for a moment, which she did easily.
The bathroom was empty and big, plenty of space for at least two people. There was a full-length mirror, the reflectionshowing a man who looked hungry. The tiredness that’d haunted me for the last few months had gone, and there was something in my eyes that had been lacking since long before Rachael had died.
A knock sounded three times at the door. I opened it quickly, relieved when I saw Marie there. She pushed her way in at speed, pressing a finger to my lips.
“We need to be quick and quiet.”
My hands took hold of her hips, touching her like I’d wanted to do for the last few hours, the silk under my fingers feeling delicate and soft and very in the way.
“No, this one’s on me. I’ll wait till later.” She backed me against the wall so I was still facing the mirror and stole my mouth with hers with a kiss that was all whisky and cream.
A hand on my chest kept me still and she dropped to her knees, her other hand fussing with my belt. I knew exactly what she was going to do and I wasn’t sure how long it would last. The sight of her kneeling down in front of me, eyes bright and shining, looking up at me while she took my cock out of my suit trousers and licked around the head like it was an ice-pop would be forever imprinted in my memory.
I wanted to thread my fingers through her hair, pull on it so she moved her mouth in the most effective way possible, but I didn’t dare mess up her hair and I was beyond coherent thought anyway.
She took my cock as deep as she could, her eyes staying on me, sucking and moving her hand, her other hand cupping my balls. Through the mirror I saw how we looked; debauched, wrecked, hot. I looked like a man who’d been possessed by Bacchus, my hands on the shoulders of the woman performing magic.
“I’m going to come.” I managed to moan a warning, not sure if Marie wanted an extra course.
She shook her head, her mouth still tight round my cock. I pulse, groaning, fingers tightening on her shoulders as I came down her throat, the world turning upside down and my legs feeling as if they were about to give way.
“You’re fucking amazing.”I love you.
She pulled her mouth away and gave me a smile, “All part of the New York experience.” Her giggle started quietly as she stood up, nimble hands tucking away my cock and zipping my fly. “Your cock is full of lipstick.”
“As long as it’s yours.”I love you.
“I’ll soap it off later. I have a huge hot tub in my suite.”
I’ll build a hot tub in my garden if you come home with me forever.“Any neighbours?”
“Different floor to everyone.” She kissed the side of my face. “You might not like how I taste.”
I begged to differ, catching her chin and guided her mouth to mine. I didn’t mind how she tasted, especially because she tasted of me.
“I’m dying to fuck you against this wall.”
She shook her head. “You’ll rip my dress and I really like it.”
“So do I, but I like you out of it better.”And I love you.
“Getting me naked’s your lifetime goal, isn’t it?”
It was enough to make me freeze. “I love all versions I’ve seen of you so far. In my bed, in court, at work, in a lift, in restaurants and parks and bars. With clothes and without them. I’d be good with the you with flu and a runny nose that was all red and crusty.”
“And when I’m on my knees. Just like you got on your knees for me.” She kissed me again, slower this time, sweeter. “We should head back out.”
“Why don’t we just tell them?”
Her laugh filled the room. “That I just gave you oral sex?”
“That we’ve been on dates.”
