She shot him a mischievous glance. “Will you let me?” she asked, running her fingers across his rod from root to tip. A tremor went through him.
Who said he had a choice in the matter? He wanted to yank his gaze from her, to keep from coming instantly. But she stared at him with so much boldness, the type he hadn’t seen before, that he had no option but to continue looking at her. “You don’t need my permission, do you?”
Crystal licked his cock, her tongue swirling around his shift, up then down. He sucked in his breath, reveling in that crazy sensation taking over his body. She put most of him in her mouth, while her hand squeezed his balls.
Sweat dripped down his back. He was trying to hard not to come, but she didn’t help. She drove him in and out of her with mastery, teasing the tip of his cock, and licking the pre-cum dripping from him. When she took out his cock, saliva glistened down her lips, her eyes hazy as if she too, were lost in a world of lust. He pulled her upright, switching positions and pressing her against the wall. He loved the feel of her body so warm, soft, ready for him.
“Who’s killing who?” she whispered.
He removed her dress, and she helped him by shimming out of her underwear then tossing it to the side. When his gaze found hers, his gut clenched. A spark of confidence lit her eyes, giving him an odd sense of pride. He slammed his lips on her, devouring her mouth, and she circled her arms around his head, bringing him closer.
He broke off the kiss just enough to gulp for air, and she did the same. Groaning, he positioned his cock in between the V of her thighs, and plunged into the wetness with the eagerness of a soldier returning home. She whimpered, her inner muscles clenching around him.
Relentlessly, he thrust and retreated half-way, only to ram her deeper each time. Her moans filled the space, along with his labored breathing. Each thrust broke another wall inside of him, making him so desperate for her. Each plunge connected their bodies in a way he’d never experienced before. When their mouths joined again, the energy pulling them together socked the air out his lungs. He had to wrestle to keep upright and not buckle his knees.
She came undone first, squirming and trembling. He held her, letting his own body go as he plunged into her one more time, his hot seed filling her, his heartbeat spiking. A part of him knew then and there, no matter what happened afterwards, he’d never forget this hot weekend with Crystal Fox. And that was too damn bad.
* * *
“Haveyou made up your mind about the resort?” Crystal asked, as they slid into the limo that would take them each to their place. During the flight, he had worked while she had watched a movie or two, and also glanced at some magazines. She had slipped into her former role of assistant.
The easy way with which she stepped into her old self bothered him. Practically, this was better. After all, they had agreed on no more sex in New York City to keep things professional. How could they go back to their old routine, as they were if their dynamic had changed? If he’d seen her naked, heard her moans, tasted her pussy?
“Still thinking.”
“You can probably do it, but it’ll take time. Would you be okay with visiting the Northeast more often?” she said. His family lived in São Paulo. Even though he had investments in different areas of his home country, he preferred using his “free” time in between meetings to visit his mother and two sisters.
“Yes.”
“I checked the story the engineer told. Seems true.”
Lucas knew the guy wouldn’t lie, especially if he wanted to work with him again in the possible demolishing and rebuilding of the resort. Most of his properties and investments were in very urban areas, which had been why the resort had caught his attention. He certainly had the money to make it all work.
“What do you think?”
“It’s very doable,” she said in a clipped tone.
“You wouldn’t do it.”
She ran her finger across her chin. “I’m practical. Instead of trying to make something what it’s not, I’d rather just stick with what is.”
“Even properties with damage deserve a second chance,” he said, wondering if they spoke about the resort or their own situation. From what she’d told him at the beach, her mother had done a number on her. Lucas curled his fingers into a ball, wishing he could time travel and put some sense into her mother’s head. A band laced around his heart, squeezing it. Why did he care?
Despite his father’s straying, he’d enjoyed a good childhood with two sisters who loved to bicker with him, but all in good fun.
“You believe they do because you profit from them,” she said casually.
When the car stopped at her apartment building, he was about to leave the car and open the door for her, when the driver outmaneuvered him. The guy was just doing his job. She grabbed her bag, while the driver unloaded her small piece of luggage and rolled it from the sidewalk to the narrow entrance of the building.
He’d seen her building before, several times, before or after business trips. Yet I have never walked inside her apartment. “Crystal,” he called her, gripping her wrist to keep her from getting out of the car.
She looked deep into his eyes, angling her head, and for a moment, he sensed vulnerability. The contours of her face softened, and she leaned in, like she expected him to say something that would change the outcome of their trip. Change the outcome of their return to reality.
Blood throbbed in his temples. His throat felt coarse and dry, and he had to swallow a couple of times to speak. “It was a nice trip. I—
“You don’t have to worry,” she said, squaring her shoulders and jerking away form him. “I won’t tell anyone. I promised.”
He inhaled, confused. Say something, you idiot. But, what could he say? What did he want to say?
