What if Chris wasn’t at a club? What if he was somewhere…imploding?
But when I flipped on the lights in my bedroom, I let out a sigh of relief. He was passed out on my bed on the pile of food pillows.
“Chris! Chris!” I shook him. He didn’t wake up, didn’t even stir, and I started to panic.
“Chris!” I screamed.
He woke up with a start.
“Oh, thank God you’re okay!”
I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Grace,” he murmured. He put an arm around my waist, drawing me down onto the bed with him. I lay on top of him, listening to him breathe.
“Sorry,” I said eventually. “It’s been a stressful day, then I missed all your messages, then Gran said you were having some sort of mental issue.” I traced two fingers along his hairline. “Sorry to freak you out.”
He gave me a crooked smile. “You were worried about me.”
“You’re under a lot of stress,” I said. “All you finance guys are so high-strung and prone to hysterics.” I kissed his cheek. He cupped my chin.
“Grace,” he said quietly. “Are you really going to divorce me?”
“Of course! My word means something. Plus, I don’t like you enough to use you for your money,” I joked, tapping him on the nose.
His mouth turned down slightly. Then he grinned at me.
“But you will use me for sex?”
“I thought we weren’t going to do this again.”
“We already fucked up the annulment,” he replied, pressing a kiss to my mouth. “We should at least enjoy some perks of this marriage.”
“We’re just making it more complicated,” I said, gasping slightly as his knee coaxed my legs apart.
He kissed me harder as my hips ground against his.
“I can handle complicated.” His fingers reached between us to unbutton my jeans.
But can I?I wondered.
Then, as my zipper came down and his fingers slid in, my libido screamed that the answer was yes.
I moaned as the pads of his fingers teased against my clit. It was good—being stroked there always felt good, who I was kidding?—but I wanted more. Deeper.
I whimpered, tilting my hips up in silent entreaty.
He smiled against my lips, and his flexing wrist picked up the pace, fingers parting my pussy lips to delve in deeper. His other hand rose to cup my tits over my shirt.
That was it. I had way too many clothes on.
Shivering, I wrenched my mouth away long enough to lean back and strip my shirt and bra over my head in one movement. Chris watched me with eyes half-lidded, his fingers pleasuring my pussy not stopping for a second.
I shuddered, grinding against him even as I tried to shove my jeans over my hips. Instead of helping me, Chris sat up fully, pulling me into his lap.
The new angle gave him new depth. He breached me, crooking his fingers in.
“Oh God,” I moaned, hovering close to ecstasy. He was bringing me higher and higher. My legs were trembling with the effort of keeping myself from climaxing.
