Maybe I’m just love-drunk, I don’t know.
He pushes himself up on one hand, cupping the other around my breast and pinching my nipple.
“I fucking love your tits,” he mutters.
I laugh breathlessly as I keep riding him. “I always thought they were too small.”
He growls, low in his throat. “They’re perfect.”
I steady myself on his shoulders, riding him harder until we’re both sweating and crying out. I grind myself against him,finding the spot where my clit has that sweet friction I need, and I hiss through my gritted teeth as my orgasm begins to build.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper. “Dom,Dom.”
“That’s it, love.” He grips my hip, groaning. “Fuck, yes, just like that.”
We come together, my arms wrapped around his neck as we both ride out the wave that shattered through us. Dominic pants against my chest, his hands skating up and down my back. He presses soft kisses to my collarbone, chuckling breathlessly.
“Holy shit. What are you doing to me, Mia?” He looks up at me, stroking my hair out of my face. “You busy today?”
“What you got in mind?”
I shriek as he flips us over, pinning me to the bed and kissing me, so long and slow that my knees go weak even though I’m bloody lying down. The way this man kisses, honestly, it’s criminal.
“Just this,” Dominic murmurs against my mouth. “Lying in bed all day, kissing.” A soft kiss to my jaw. “Fucking.” Another kiss to my throat. “All the things one should be doing on a rainy Tuesday.”
“Mmmm,” I hum softly. “That sounds like a perfect Tuesday to me.”
“Doesn’t it?” Dom lies down beside me, propping himself up on his elbow to gaze down at me. “Couldn’t think of anything better.”
“Me neither.” I reach up and stroke my fingers over his beard. “And what about the rest of the week? Any plans?”
He takes my hand and presses my fingertips to his lips. “Training tomorrow, the game on Thursday.”
“Such a good owner, always going to training.” I trace my thumb over his lips. “You miss it, don’t you?”
He jerks one shoulder into a shrug and sighs. “A little.”
“Why don’t you take over as manager?”
Dom chuckles lightly and throws himself back onto the bed. “And step on Barry’s toes? He’d love that.”
“It’s your club.” I roll over and lay my chin on his chest. “I think you should do it.”
“Hmmm. We’ll see.” He props one hand behind his head and gazes at me. “And you? Exciting things ahead for you?”
“You mean besides seeing a divorce lawyer?” I roll my eyes with a laugh. “No, actually, I’m off to Paris on Friday.”
“That sounds exciting. For a shoot, is it?”
“No actually.” I sit up and sweep my hair over my shoulder. “It’s for my perfume launch. Got my own perfume like a right bougie bitch.” I lift my shoulder and waggle my head, which makes Dom laugh.
“Very bougie. Look at you.” He sits up and brushes a kiss to my shoulder. “Congratulations.”
“You want to come?”
The question makes his eyebrows shoot up. “Come? To Paris?”
“Sure, why not?” I drape my arms around his neck. “I’m staying in a suite in the George Cinq if that makes any difference at all.”
