No fucking way.
When she releases my thumb, she smooths her hands up my thighs and stands. She pushes at my chest until I’m lying down and then crawls on top of me, her legs spread, her heated warmth connecting right with my aching cock.
I’d love to fuck this woman, to peel her out of this dress and show her the kind of lover I am.
And I don’t want to fuck her just because she’s beautiful, or because her smart mouth turns me on, but because I saw a side of her I haven’t seen before. A professional side, a spark of excitement for her goals, for her achievements. It was really fucking sexy. It’s making me see her in a completely different light, which is so goddamn dangerous, because I’m already sticking my toes over the line here. I’m already crossing into damaging territory.
“Lottie, what are you doing?”
Her hips rub against my cock and she smiles. “You’re hard.”
“What’s your point?”
Her face falls and her hand braces on my chest. “Why are you angry?”
“I’m not angry.”
“You’re pulling away. I know when you’re shutting down and that’s what you’re doing right now. You’re shutting down. Why, Huxley?”
“You’ve already asked your questions for today.”
She shakes her head. “Not my dinner questions.”
“You didn’t have dinner with me tonight, so you forfeited that right.”
Growing angry, she lifts off me, and I sit up as she rights her dress. “Just when I think you might not be an asshole anymore, you prove me wrong. You’re the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.”
Yeah, I’m pretty fucking annoyed with myself as well. But when I remain silent, she huffs and turns toward the door.
Before exiting my room, she says, “I’m meeting up with Ellie on Tuesday at ten to look at breast pumps. Thought I’d let you know. I’m still keeping up my end.”
“I told you, you don’t have to do that.”
“Apparently it’s the least I can do,” she says with such venom that I grow irritated.
“You owe me nothing, I told you that,” I say as she reaches for the handle of my door.
“Consider it part of the contract.” She goes to leave but then pauses. She looks over her shoulder, her petite frame tense, causing her movements to be jagged. Exhaling deeply, she lowers her head and barely above a whisper, she asks, “Could you at least do me a favor and unzip my dress for me?”
“You can’t reach it?”
She shakes her head. “No, Kelsey helped me earlier.”
I stand from my bed and close the distance between us, my cock hard in my briefs as I approach. When only a few inches separate us, I swipe my hand across her long hair and swoop it over her shoulder, exposing her back. I reach up to the small zipper and slowly pull it down her back, painfully revealing that she’s not wearing a bra. When I reach the end of the zipper, I keep my eyes fixed on her back as she pushes the dress down until it pools at her feet, revealing her bright white lace thong and her round, perky ass.
Fuck.
Me.
Arm clasped over her breasts, she turns toward me and drops to a squat to pick up her dress. As she stands back up, her shoulder grazes my cock and I nearly jump right out of my briefs from the touch. Her eyes meet mine and she blinks those long lashes before she says seductively, “Thank you.”
I wet my lips.
My hands itch to reach out and grab her.
My cock begs for relief.
But I don’t move. I don’t even flinch.
With a disappointed look in her eyes, she heads out of my bedroom but doesn’t shut the door. She crosses into her bedroom and leaves her door open as well as she drops the dress on her bed and sashays to the bathroom.
Fuck. An open door. That’s an invitation.
She’s tempting me, not giving up in her pursuit. For the life of me, I don’t think I can hold back.
Not after seeing her perfect ass.
Not after undressing her.
Not after that kiss we shared earlier.
Not after seeing her on her knees, cheeks hollowed.
Not after knowing she wanted my cock in her mouth.
My will has cracked, my strength is wavering, and all my rules are jumbled in my head, not a single one making sense.
I hear the shower turn on in her bathroom. Hell. My cock grows even harder as I stand still, staring into the other room, pleading with myself to make a move, but to also keep it the fuck together.
But then . . . she walks across the bedroom . . . completely naked.
Tits, the perfect handful.
Hips, just enough to grab on to.
Pussy, waxed and so goddamn tempting. One taste was not enough.
Mother.
Fucker.
She looks over at me, flips her hair over her shoulder, and then goes to her nightstand. She opens a drawer and pulls out her dildo with the suction cup at the end. Turning toward me, she offers a full-frontal view, and my mouth goes dry as my eyes take in her tight nipples, hard and craving my mouth. Aware of my staring, Lottie takes the end of the dildo and rubs it across her chest, allowing her head to fall back as she brings it up to her mouth.
Her tongue peeks out . . .
And she licks the goddamn top.
I’m fucking gone.
My cock jolts in my briefs.
Sweat breaks out on my lower back.
And just like that, my willpower snaps.
Satisfied with herself, she moves toward her bathroom, dildo in hand, with me crossing the barrier between our rooms and following her inside.
The moment I step into her bathroom, she shuts the door to the shower, and I catch her watering down the dildo before she suctions it to the wall. I built this house to include two-person showers in every bathroom, so there’s plenty of room in there. Especially if I wanted to join her. She steps away
and wets herself down in the shower as well, but instead of just letting the water soak her, she puts on a show.
Seductively, with purpose, her hands cascade down her breasts, where she pauses and pinches her nipples. A low moan falls past her lips as her hands continue to move south. Water runs down her chest, off the tips of her nipples, and all the way down her flat stomach, to her smooth pussy.
My mouth waters.
My hands itch to touch her. Feel her.
My body aches to be in that shower with her.
Once she’s doused in water, she turns her back toward the dildo and then bends at the waist, angling herself just enough to . . . oh . . . fuck.
My teeth bite into my bottom lip as she slowly backs up onto the dildo, inserting it into her tight hole.
“Yesss,” she moans softly as she pulls her wet hair to one side.
Intently fixated on what she’s doing, I watch her pelvis move around in soft circles.
Fuck, my cock grows so tight that it’s painful. I swore I wouldn’t masturbate in front of her, that if I were to come, I’d come inside of her.
But seeing her like this, wanting so badly to touch her goddamn nipples and suck them into my mouth . . . it drives me crazy.
It makes me snap.
It causes me to want to go against everything I’ve said.
“God, Huxley,” she says in such a satisfied tone that my ears perk up from the use of my name. “Yes, Hux,” she says, pumping a little harder. “So good. Feels . . . so . . . good.”
My cock jumps.
My body tenses.
My arms tremble at my sides as one of her hands snakes between her legs and she begins to massage her clit.
“Yes, right there. Right there, Hux. God, I love your hands. I love how they make me feel.”
Fuck.
Her eyes slide open and her head tilts to the side as her gaze connects with mine.
Heady.
Lustful.
Passionate.
“Mmmm, yes,” she moans, her eyes never leaving mine.
I take a step forward, my need possessing me.
“Your tongue. I love coming on your mouth.” She sticks her finger past her lips and sucks. “I love it when you taste me. Lick me. Suck me.” Her other hand goes to her breast, where she pinches her nipple hard. “You’re so good at making me come, unlike any man I’ve ever been with,” she groans.
Her hips pulse in and out.
The finger once in her mouth drags down her chest.
Fucking hell . . .