Page 139 of Nothing to You
“Fine, let’s just stop talking.No talking.Forget about it.”
Instead of climbing off his lap, like he might have anticipated, she snatched his cock and speared herself to his hilt.
“Shit, Rad,” he said, grabbing her hips.
She rocked.“Isn’t this what you wanted?”
He smiled and skimmed his hands up over her breasts to ease down the spaghetti straps of her dress.No bra bonus.He remembered.And that bonus got her moving up and down.
Fondling her breasts, he seemed so happy, so content.“I’m still thinking about your mom.”
Her momentum died in an instant.“Seriously?”
“I’m kidding,” he said, all innocence.“I’m kidding, Rad.”Squeezing her, he bowed to kiss each of her breasts.“Why would I think of your mom?That would be wrong.So wrong.Your sister on the other hand—”
“Okay, you know what?Now we are forgetting it.”
Before she could get up, he strengthened his hold and thrust up, working her from beneath.“You remember?I choose you?I saw, that got you.”
“It was corny.”
“Nah, you loved it.You love that mushy shit.Just like every other princess out there.”
Grabbing the open edges of his shirt in each fist to pull tight, she decided his mouth needed to be occupied.Their hips moved, rolling and undulating against each other as the depth of their kiss ebbed and flowed.
Being in love with him was so much easier when he wasn’t talking.He’d probably say exactly the same about her.The longer their kiss, the faster their movement until their mouths simply rested on each other, lips to skin, need to want, lust to forever.
“Xavie,” she whimpered his name, tilting her pelvis to increase the friction on her clit as she raced closer to the summit they both sought.
In his own urgency, he pumped harder, faster, until propelling himself up one more time, he shoved her over the peak, grabbing hold at the last second to go right along with her.
She paused.Her tight muscles needed time to relax against him until she rested her head on his shoulder, burying her face in the side of his neck.
“Not a bad start,” he panted, kissing her hair.
“Not bad at all.”
SIX
LA.
Funny that not so long ago, it seemed like a distant, foreign land.Not in geography maybe, but in lifestyle choice.Now she left the private chopper to enter the chauffeur driven car only to down the champagne poured by her billionaire husband.
Business as usual.
Getting anywhere in LA took an age.That was why sticking to the same circuit was a good idea, but they had to get to the house first.Hours and hours passed in the car.Okay, maybe not hours, but it was a long time.
She drummed her fingers on the seat.“We should have sex.”
“Just for something to do?”Rourke asked, typing into his phone, smirk at full tilt.“Am I a piece of meat to you?”
“A piece of meat and your wallet, yeah.Is there more to you than that?”
“Don’t you have Hope copy to write or something?”
“Oh, yeah, right, I’m the one they’d call to welcome people to our program.Here it is!What you’ve all been waiting for…” she announced like a ringmaster then went deadpan, “like it or lump it.”
“Well, honey, that’s why we hire people to tweak these things.I love it.As your husband, it’s my duty to love everything that comes out of your mouth.”
