“The reason I’m the boss is because I always close the deal,” Beck said, kissing me hard.
Then he wrapped himself around me.
I felt hazy and floaty. I wanted to drift off to sleep. Except my phone kept chiming.
I fumbled around on the floor for my bag and pulled it out.
Then my stomach sank when I read the Instagram notifications from none other than my estranged stepsister.
Shannyn:I saw your photo in the tabloids.
Shannyn:Who the hell do you think you are, nabbing a billionaire?
47
Beck
Waking up the next morning next to Tess was everything I had dreamed it would be.
She was soft and warm next to me. I traced my fingers along her collarbone then down her chest and over the mound of her tits, the nipples growing hard under my fingers. She murmured in her sleep, shifting against me.
Then her sleepy-eyed gaze drifted down below the line of the sheets. My erection was plainly visible, bulging the white fabric. Tess smiled. “And a good morning to you too.”
“Can you blame me?” My fingers trailed up and down her milky skin, and I felt her shiver under me.
Then, before I could react, she pressed me to my back and threw her legs over me so she sat on top, straddling my hips.
“No,” she said, “but it gives me ideas.”
My hands went to her hips—she felt so good between my hands. The perfect grip. I had been hard already, but seeing this beautiful woman sitting above me, her tits jutting out proudly, swaying slightly with every breath she took… she was intoxicating.
Tess reached to wrap a loose fist around my shaft, moving up and down as if testing my hardness. “You ready for me?”
“Isn’t that my line?”
Her answer was a wicked grin, and she glanced over at the nightstand. The half-opened box of condoms sat there, ready for our use. She grabbed a foil packet and separated it from the rest. Then, tearing the packet open with her teeth, she rolled the condom over my shaft.
My hands were still on her hips, so I helped her move up and forward, positioning herself right over my cock.
Then she slid down.
I pressed my head back against the pillows, knowing the cords in my neck were standing out. “Fuck.”
It was like the condom wasn’t there at all. Tight, warm, and perfect. It was everything I could do not to thrust up into that impossible softness and heat.
“Beck,” she groaned. “Come on…”
Or not. I shifted my hips up as she settled down on me again—both of us groaning from that perfect pleasure. My hands tightened on her hips as I fucked her.
Tess let out a satisfied little moan and leaned forward to brace her arms on either side of my head. It gave her leverage to press down onto my shaft. She bounced, quick little motions that jiggled her tits.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“You said that last night.” Her voice was breathless, higher than it normally was. She was close. I could feel her tightening on me.
“My opinion… hasn’t changed.”
Bracing my feet flat on the mattress, I thrust up hard into her. She let out a gasp, followed by a moan. The banter stopped, and we rutted against each other, skin against skin more and more frantic as we got close to completion.
