Fucking liar.
“Are you sure?” She doesn’t seem convinced. She shouldn’t be. But as I watched her sleep last night, I’d already decided that I can’t be the one to wreck her memories of the kid.
“Absolutely sure.” I set my mug down, take hers away, then lean forward, and brush my lips over hers. “If I find out anything, I’ll tell you. Okay?”
“Okay,” she murmurs against my mouth.
“Thereissomething that I’ve figured out though…” I’ve moved back between her thighs.
“Oh?” She frowns. “What’s that?”
I lift her up against me, hooking her knees over my hips as I leave the kitchen.
“I haven’t fucked you on that sofa.”
“No?” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“No. Not even once.” I sink onto the buttery leather with her straddling me.
“Well, we can’t have that now…” When she shifts against me, I begin to harden again. This is better. Out of dangerous territory to a place we know. She circles her hips, taunting the head of my cock with her pussy lips. I growl. The sound deepens when she stops. “I can trust you, can’t I?” she asks.
“Always,” I lie again. Then heave a sigh as she bows her head over mine, takes my lips, and I’m lost.
If she finds out the truth, I’ll make sure she forgives me.
∞∞∞
“And the gold medal for fuckery goes to…Andrea Carter!” she laughs, raising her hands into the air in a mock victory gesture. I don’t know how long we’ve been on that damn couch, but we’ve gone through every position in the book.
I’m done. Fucked senseless. And she’s stopped talking about her brother.
“I surrender. You win!” I sag back against the armrest as she slides away from me. Can a man dehydrate from ejaculating too much? I might be about to find out.
“I wonder what time it is. Do you think we should get dressed?” She’s strutting around in front of me, giving tantalizing glimpses of bare pussy as she twists and turns like a dancer.
Jesus, she’s lovely.
“I like you naked. I think I might just keep you here like this forever.” I stretch out and grin at her.
“That could be tricky. Especially when I meet my mother for lunch tomorrow.”
I sit up abruptly. “You’re what?”
“I know, right? Came out of left field for me too.” She ambles to the corner of the room where I keep a small, but well-stocked bar. The view of her ass as she leans forward to reach into the refrigerator is almost enough to distract me. Almost.
“Oh, hell no!”
She looks over her shoulder at me, pausing as she reaches in to extract a bottle.
“What do you mean? Is it too early for champagne? I’m pretty sure our coffee is cold. And it’s gotta be noon somewhere in the world, right?” She straightens and sets the bottle on the bar counter, then lifts onto her toes to a shelf to take down a pair of crystal flutes. The move has the full globes of her tits jiggling and I’m distracted again.
Pull yourself together, Ricci!
“I said hell no.” I keep my voice firm. “There’s no way you’re leaving this apartment while that lunatic is out there.”
Andy blinks in surprise. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“Why would I be kidding? The whole idea of this thing is to keep you out of his hands.” The sharp pop of the champagne cork seems to punctuate my words in a way that adds emphasis.
