I thumb her nipples. She stiffens, keeping her lips pressed tightly together, when I kiss her. Conceding for the moment, I slide my tongue over her lips.
“Do you taste anyone else on me?” I whisper. “Do you smell another woman, Georgie?”
She sniffs, glances at me, then lowers her lashes.
“No soap either, right?”
She nods, and relaxes a fraction. It’s enough for me to loosen my hold on her.
“Now, ask me where I’ve been. Before you believe assholes and jump to your own conclusions, ask me.”
I’ve laid down an order and she knows it. Despite also knowing I didn’t spend my time with another woman, she’s struggling to obey me. Finally, she licks her lips.
“Where were you?” she asks quietly.
“Walking through the city. I couldn’t sleep.”
She glances away. I think she’ll let the answer go. Instead, she tells me about her fucking nightmare.
I take her face between my hands and kiss her. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you, sweetheart.” And I hate that Kiln was. At least, he left the lights on for her…fuck. They shouldn’t have been off in the first fucking place. When I left, they were on. I thumb her lips. “Did you find my note?”
“You told me you were going for a walk?” she asks, surprised.
“No. At the time, I didn’t know where I was going. I did tell you I was leaving and I’d be back soon.”
She brushes her body against me and sighs, gripping my cock and fiddling with my zipper. I’m not going to fight her, or my desire for her this morning. She’s had a rough night and…so have I.
Assisting her in unbuckling my belt and taking care of my zipper, I grab her waist and back her to the wall, before lifting her into my arms. I shove her dress above her waist and push the seat of her panties aside, driving into her.
She’s soft and delicate around me. I want to savor her body and worship her with my hands and mouth for hours. Since I’m pressed for time, I suck her neck and massage her clit. Her mouth moves against mine as I hammer into her.
Her fingers tug at my hair. She throws her head back, coming for me. Groaning, I bury my nose against her neck and release inside of her.
Chapter Twenty Two
Georgie
We’re on the road another five days, but, finally, finally, Sloane and I are in the backseat of a Bentley, heading towards his house. I’m feeling slightly lightheaded. I think it has to do with the high altitude and thin air.
My head is resting in Sloane’s lap. He’s playing in my hair, crooning his latest song to me, the one I watched him record and bring to life. We’ve had sex a lot over the past few days, sometimes with condoms and sometimes without. When we get to his house, he says one of the first things we’ll do is make up a chart, and figure out my cycle, to pinpoint the days I’m ovulating. My period is pretty regular, so the rhythm method shouldn’t be a problem.
There’s only so many people Sloane can have Jaeger pay off to keep our secret. Not everyone can be bought, so we don’t want to bring any more outsiders in on our secret than necessary. It would take longer to vet a physician for me, than it would to just do it this way.
Our relationship would be a major story. No matter how much money is waved around, everyone wants their fifteen minutes of fame. Blabbing about Sloane and I would guarantee that.
I’m not sure why they feel as if Sam is trustworthy. Considering Sloane fired him, I’d lean more towards the side of the man bears watching.
The excuse of releasing my tutor was legitimate. Sloane said I’d done just as poorly on the tests Sam gave me after five days of studying, as I had on the pretests to see exactly where I was.
My academic failures played right into Sloane’s hands.
“It isn’t Sam’s fault I don’t pay a lot of attention to my lessons,” I’d said, in the tutor’s defense. “I’ve always hated school.”
“Tough. He’s being paid to make you like it.”
“No, he’s being paid because I’m required to go.”
“Point’s fucking useless. You should’ve scored better on the fucking tests.”
I’d rolled my eyes. “Sloane, I had all kinds of afterschool tutors and I barely passed the last three years.”
He’d looked appalled. “Don’t you want to go to college?”
“Not particularly,” I grumbled. “I want to travel and have fun.”
“There’s more to life than fucking traveling and partying.”
“Says the international rock star and famous partier.”
His eyes had narrowed. I knew he was about to bark an order at me, so I’d forestalled it by sitting on him and sinking onto his dick. Mission accomplished. He’d shut up.
“We’re here,” he says softly, snapping me to the present. He threads his fingers through my hair before pressing his mouth against mine.