Scrambling off, I grabbed the tape measure.
“Holy crap,” I muttered.
“What?”
I flushed. “Thirteen inches.” He was over a foot. Even larger than your typical sub-place sandwich. No wonder he made me see stars.
“Fuck yeah!” Chris laughed. I stroked him, and he bit back a curse.
“Take a picture.”
“I’m not photographing you.”
“Do it.” He sounded strained. “I need to come.”
Grabbing my cell phone, I snapped a couple of images for posterity.
No sooner had I put the phone down than he was reaching for a condom stashed in his wallet. I watched as if hypnotized.
Then, he grabbed me and spun me around. I just had time to grip the edges of the coffee table and spread my knees wide.
He plunged in—the entire length of him. I let out a cry that was half relief, half release.
Chris was not gentle—he fucked me like he was trying to prove something, and I enjoyed every last second of it. I came hard, white-knuckled, moaning out my pleasure as my muscles clenched and unclenched around him.
Another few hard thrusts, and he was following shortly after.
47
Chris
“So,” Eric prompted me at the meeting the next morning. “Grace isn’t about to turn on you and demand half your money, is she?”
I grinned, thinking about last night.
“Hard nope.”
Josh punched me in the arm. “My man has her wrapped around his finger…or something else!”
“Don’t talk about her like that,” I snarled at him, rising up out of my seat, feeling an uncharacteristic sense of protection toward Grace.
I’ll kill them if they say another thing about her.
“Touchy,” Eric said, narrowing his eyes at me. “You need to remember where the boundary is. Do not stand anywhere close to it. You dodged a massive bullet with Addison. Don’t pick up a cannon and point it at your chest now.”
* * *
I thoughtabout my friend’s warning as I headed back to my penthouse. Logically I knew he was right. But I liked Grace, like, really liked her. What if we didn’t get a divorce? What if we just stayed married? Would it be so bad?
No, in fact, it would be amazing.
I wished she were there now. The feel of her, of being inside her, was intoxicating.
But Grace was at her office. We had anotherMarriage in a Minuteevent that evening, and she had work to catch up on.
I should do the same. I wanted to refine my investment models for my incoming inheritance. I was not going to have it sit around. I needed it to immediately start working for me.
“Should I keep twenty-five percent in renewable energy, or should I do thirty-five percent?” I mused as I punched in my front door access code.
