Forty Day Fiancé (Sassy in the City 3)

“Most likely. I wouldn’t know though, fortunately.” I picked up another roll and nibbled on it. The caviar on top started to roll off, so I used my tongue to stop its descent into my lap.

Michael made a sound and I realized I’d inadvertently been sexual.

So I licked again.

* * *

Felicia was lounged causally on the couch in my robe, one leg sprawled out, the other tucked under the cashmere. The robe kept gaping in various places, giving me a glimpse of her red panties or her bare nipples. Her cheeks had a healthy glow from sex and her hair was tousled. The “just fucked” hairstyle.

I had woken up that morning never once thinking I’d end the day with a hot Brit in my bed, but I had learned to embrace opportunities in my life. So when she used her tongue on the caviar topping her sushi roll, I didn’t even hesitate. I took a swallow of my wine to give her time to chew and then I shifted closer to her.

I enjoyed talking to Felicia. Casual conversation was easy, natural.

But right now, I did not want to discuss my lack of holiday décor.

Easing my robe apart to expose her breasts, I brushed my thumb over one of her nipples. “I’m not trying to rush you, but are you done eating?”

“How is that not rushing me?” She pushed my chest and gave me a look that went straight to my cock. “A woman is done when she tells you she’s done.”

Why did that sound so fucking hot? “Understood.” But I didn’t stop teasing at her nipple. Instead, I cupped the small swell of her breast and squeezed, just a little.

Felicia picked up another roll, took a very tiny bite and chewed. “I’m done.”

I almost laughed. But I just took the roll out of her hand and set it down on the coffee table. “It’s about fucking time.”

She did laugh. “Impatient bastard.”

“I’ve been called worse things.” I dropped my mouth over her breast and drew her nipple into my mouth so I could tease and tug at the taut bud.

Her fingers drifted into my hair. I shifted, kissing her neck, her earlobe.

When I kissed her on the lips she sighed and ran her touch down my shoulders.

Then she pushed me away again.

“What?” I asked, searching her face. Maybe she was a one-and-done kind of woman.

“Take your shirt off, please.”

That was an easy order to follow. “Sure.” I peeled it off and dropped it onto my concrete floor.

She was resting against the back of the couch, the robe still belted, but pulled apart at her chest and gaping at her inner thighs. She had a mysterious, naughty little expression on her face that seriously turned me on. I reached for her.

She held her hand up. “Take your pants off too.”

Was this where she somehow handcuffed me to the coffee table and robbed me blind? It felt a little bit like that. It also felt a little bit like there was no fucking way I was going to say no. Let her take my money if that was her intent. At least I’d had fun getting conned.

“Whatever you say.” I ditched the sweats.

Felicia pushed on my chest again, only this time, she straddled me, so I realized what she wanted was me on my back. And her on top. I decided to let her because she looked so pleased with herself, ordering me around. Wait until it was my turn to be in charge.

“You’re very handsome,” she said, as she ran her hands over my chest. “In case I hadn’t mentioned that.”

“Thanks.” Amused, I held her waist and watched her explore her way down my body.

She wrapped her hand around my cock. “And this… this is very impressive.”

My cock jumped in appreciation and got even harder. “What do you want more, to suck me or to fuck me?”