“You’re still mine.” He tossed me onto the bed and moved on top of me. “You’ll always be mine.” He kissed me again and again, making me moan at the passionate touches I’d been missing all these months.
“I meant to say I love you too...” I choked out once he let my lips go. “I love you too...”
He ripped my dress off and kissed a line down my stomach. “Then why’d you leave me?”
“Ahhh...” I felt his tongue swirling between my thighs, preventing me from answering.
“You shouldn’t have left me.” He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off. Then he moved back up and straddled me, looking deep into my eyes. “You really shouldn’t have done that.” He pushed his dick into me—taking his time entering, sliding in inch by inch.
“Please....”
“Please what, Claire? Give you what you want even though you don’t deserve it?” He wasn’t even halfway inside yet; he was teasing my ni**les with his tongue, enjoying my frustration.
“Please, just—” The loud ring of the doorbell interrupted my sentence. “Just f**k me...”
“Shouldn’t you go get the door?” He raised his eyebrow. “It’s probably your date.”
I shook my head.
“Why not?” He slid in further. “It’s not nice to keep him waiting.”
Before I could respond, he buried himself deep inside of me and I wrapped my legs around him. He thrust into me wildly—kissing my lips to stifle my screams, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
“Mom! Mom!” Caroline called from the other side of my door. “Damien’s outside!”
Jonathan smiled and slowed his rhythm. He pushed my legs away from his waist and rolled over so I was on top of him. “Move.”
I did as I was told, rocking my hips against him, leaning down to kiss his lips—not ever wanting to stop, but then my door opened and in walked Caroline—then Ashley.
“Um, Damien is downstairs...” “We told him to wait in the living room.”
My eyes widened and I gasped. I reached for a blanket to pull over my body and looked down at Jonathan—only he wasn’t there.
It was only a dream.
It was only a dream?!
My chest tightened and tears formed at the corner of my eyes. I rolled off my bed and onto the floor, staring straight ahead.
“Do you want us to tell him you’re not here?” “We should tell him that anyway...” “Why? I thought we agreed that we liked him.” “We do, but I don’t think she does...He is pretty hot though.” “You think he’s as hot as Jonathan?” “Ha! No! But if she ever asks, we should say yes to make her feel better.” “Hmmm. Okay.” “Well, I don’t think I’m allowed out of my room for more than five minutes so you should probably go tell him that she’s not—”
“No, it’s okay...” I stood up. “Thank you.”
Chapter 31
Claire
I rearranged my clothes in the hotel suite’s closet for the umpteenth time and shut the doors. Bored, I walked into the living room and sat across from Damien.
“Is that five or six shipments?” He gave me an apologetic smile as he continued to talk on the phone. “Can you get that verified by receiving please? Yeah...No, I’m at the Juniper conference...Seven days, so that gives you plenty of time to figure out what’s going on...Alright. Keep me posted.” He set his phone down and sighed. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
“It’s okay. It’s a working vacation. I completely understand.”
“Come here.” He locked his eyes on mine and I walked over, prepared to sit in the other chair, but he pulled me into his lap. “Are you okay? You didn’t say much on the way over...”
I stilled. I didn’t think he’d noticed that since his music had been so loud. I’d kept my head turned towards the window for the entire two hour drive, wondering why I’d agreed to come here when I was still so wrapped up in someone else.
“I’m just a little stressed,” I said. “I guess I just need to relax.”
“Hmmm.” He pressed his head against the back of my shoulder. “Do you want to do something to relax together then?”
“Depends on what it is...”
He ran his hands up and down my hips and kissed the back of my neck, making my body yearn for more. “Lay down with me?”
I nodded and eased out of his lap.
He clasped my hand and led me into the bedroom, pulling the covers back and using the remote to dim the lights. He disappeared for a moment and I decided to get more comfortable.
I took off my earrings, slid out of my shoes, and suddenly felt him unbuttoning my pants from behind. I felt my nerves running wild, but not out of desire or anticipation; it was out of anxiety.
Why do I feel like this is “cheating”?
He spun me around and unfastened my shirt and my bra, sliding them off my shoulders as he looked into my eyes. Then he smiled and pulled me onto the bed.
Motioning for me to get in first, he started to undress himself, leaving nothing but his briefs on.
I climbed into the bed and sighed as he climbed in behind me, as he started to press kisses along my bare back. I rolled around to face him. “I don’t know if I can—”