My next tongue thrust into her summoned a moan from her lips, consciousness coming back to her.
“So you do know where the clit is located.”
I chuckled against her body but kept going, taking the opportunity to wind my arms under her thighs and fuse my mouth to her cunt. I licked and sucked until she shook under me, her fingers fisting in my hair. When she came, I almost did, too, but breathed through it, my head on her belly.
Bonnie slumped back into sleep. I waited until I had myself under control then rose over her. I wanted to fuck her, but the poor woman had been disturbed twice by me. So I worked my dick over her naked form. In the month we had together, I’d fuck her every way there was. I wanted her on her knees for me, cursing me for turning her on in public. I wanted her begging for me to put her out of her misery.
I was a man obsessed, and she’d only just learned my name.
My balls tightened, and I angled then came all over her pussy, messing her up good. She didn’t wake this time, and I slowly pushed my cum inside her with my forefinger, just enough to satisfy the beast inside me that wanted her knocked up as soon as possible. Then I wiped her clean and covered her up again.
Bonnie mumbled something and turned onto her side. Damn, she was too pretty. An angel in my sheets.
I had to look away or I’d be on her again.
Water. I needed to cool off.
I left the bedroom for the kitchen, downing a glass of ice-cold water while staring out of the city lights. I’d come to Deadwater for business but stayed for pleasure. I liked this place.
On the table, left so it didn’t disturb us, my phone chimed with a message. I ignored the copious number of missed calls and messages from my staff and others and read the one from the hotel.
Reception: A bag has arrived for Miss Braveheart.
I pulled on jeans and a shirt, then travelled down in the lift. At the reception desk, I accepted the bag and tipped the staff member who didn’t bat an eye at the fact I was barefoot.
Back in the private stairwell for our apartment, at the entrance to the lift, I opened the bag.
I didn’t want to invade her privacy, so only sought her washbag, rifling through it until I discovered her contraceptive box.
My breathing came with a shudder. Bonnie was mine. I wanted everything with her.
With no hesitation, I took the packet to the trash, popping out each pill then tossing the rest.
I returned to bed and held on to her without a single concern for what I’d done.
Chapter 12
Bonnie
Morning found me wrapped around Elijah. Weird, because I never cuddled, but something about him pulled me in. His warmth, the way he smelled so good, how well we fit together. He murmured a quiet good morning and kissed my shoulder, sunlight filling the room. I nestled in deeper, still sleepy and able to pretend this was normal.
Something sounded out in the apartment, and Elijah grumbled.
“That’s the door. I’ll be right back.”
He climbed out of bed, and I sat up to watch him tug on clothes. He caught my ogling and smirked then left me alone. I exhaled something that felt like happiness. It was so strange. The basement game. The sex. How comfortable I felt in this bed.
At the last thought, I frowned at myself. No good could come from me getting used to this kind of lifestyle. I jumped out of bed. The bag I’d packed and left with a skeleton crew hadmagically appeared on the dresser, so I grabbed my toiletries bag and stepped into the bathroom.
After Elijah’s night-time activities, I was sticky, so took a shower and brushed my teeth, then moisturised every inch of me. From my bag, I found my workout clothes, tight Lycra cut-off leggings and a bra top zippered at the front, then searched for one last thing.
I couldn’t find my pills anywhere, which was odd because I was certain I’d packed them. Never mind. I’d look again later then message Genie to bring more if I couldn’t track them down.
At the bedroom door, I peered out.
Elijah was on the phone, the faint overtones of his conversation making it to me down the hall. I passed an open doorway and blinked at the huge balcony that had to take up half of the hotel’s rooftop.
Stepping up to the rail gave me fresh air and a view over the busy city. High buildings soared around us. Car horns honked and traffic roared. We’d slept in, but the centre of Deadwater was always busy regardless of the hour. The rooftop had a covered section with a hot tub, but also a pair of yoga mats. I grabbed one and rolled it out on the stone floor.
