Grace whimpered, stretching against me enticingly.
“I could fuck you right now,” I murmured against her mouth as I pushed down the comforter to take a hard nipple in my mouth.
“Death is upon us!” the parrot screeched from outside the door.
I left Grace, eyes dilated from arousal, and walked across the hall. The parrot was wearing a sparkly pink vest with the words “HOT STUFF!” embroidered on the back.
“Yonder a U-boat.” Zeus started mimicking the air-raid-siren noise, slightly off-key.
I cringed.
“You are way too histrionic,” I told the big white bird as I switched off the alarm.
“Traitor!” he screamed at me.
Grace hurried into the master suite. Unfortunately, she had put on clothes, but they were those yoga pants that hugged her curves and made me want to bend her over and do dirty things to her with my tongue.
“Leave him alone,” she scolded the parrot, shooing him out of the bedroom. “You’re a guest here, and you have no manners.”
I shut the door behind the bird and grabbed her around the waist before she could escape. Then I buried my face in her neck. Damn, I wanted her. I also wanted that ten billion dollars. And we needed to have sexual intercourse to fully make an annulment impossible and secure me my inheritance.
Ah, the sacrifices I make for my business.
“You can’t tell me you had enough last night,” I whispered hoarsely. I was already half hard at the thought of burying my cock in her.
She tried to wriggle away from me. I hissed as her ass twitched against my cock.
I released her, but she didn’t immediately run.
“The annulment,” she reminded me.
I undid my shirt.
She swallowed.
“You’re free to leave any time,” I said cheerfully, stripping it off.
“I am not sleeping with you so that you can throw it back in my face and accuse me of being a gold digger and throw me out on the street,” she said, jaw set stubbornly.
So that’s what we were up against. Fuck.
So it might be a little harder than I thought. Fine. She will be begging for my cock. I’ll just have to do a little more work.
I undid my belt. “How about a little teaser then?”
She shook her head.
I raised my hands placatingly. “I won’t even take off my pants.” I stepped up to her and trailed my fingers lightly on the undersides of her forearms. “You want to tell me it wasn’t good?”
“It was terrible,” she said.
“You,” I whispered, sticking my tongue out to lick her bottom lip, “are a terrible liar.”
I leaned forward slightly to kiss her softly.
She nipped my bottom lip.
I grabbed her hair and crushed our mouths together, barely registering as her nails scraped over the bare skin of my back and chest. My other hand slid up under the loose T-shirt.
