Going Deep (Imperfect Love 2)

“What do you want to watch?” I ask.

She eyes me curiously. “I don’t know. I can’t even remember the last time I watched TV. I’ve been wanting to watch Sons of Anarchy for a while.” She shrugs. “I’ve been on a huge MC romance kick lately. It drives Olivia nuts.” She laughs.

“MC romance?” I question.

“Motorcycle club romance. The hero is a member of a club. Olivia prefers sports romance, but I love to read about a sexy tatted up biker.”

“I’m tatted up,” I say with a smirk.

“True, but do you ride a motorcycle?” She grins, and for a split second I consider buying one just so I can know how it feels to have her thighs wrapped around me from behind.

“Whatever. So, SOA?” I confirm.

“Sure!”

I’ve seen the entire series, but I don’t tell her that. When you travel a lot for work and spend a good amount of time in hotels, Netflix becomes your good friend. I click to start the first episode. A few minutes into the show and Giselle’s head is on my shoulder as she snores softly. Not wanting the food delivery to wake her up, I gently pick her up and bring her into my room. She must be absolutely exhausted because she doesn’t even stir as I set her on the bed and pull the covers out from under her. Once she’s covered with my blankets, I quickly change into a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt to get more comfortable.

Closing the door behind me, I head back out to the living room and pause the show. Once the buzzer goes off indicating the food is here, I open the door so he doesn’t have to knock. I thank him and place the food into the fridge for later. Then I spend the next few hours playing Madden on the PlayStation while I wait for Giselle to wake up. I hear her cell phone go off a few times, so I dig through her purse and make sure it isn’t her mom or sister. When I see it’s neither one, I switch it to silent and put it back in her purse. A couple minutes later, Nick calls me.

“What’s up?”

“Did everything with Giselle go okay last night?” he asks without even saying hello.

“Well, hello to you too. It did. How’s Olivia?” I ask, changing the subject.

“I think she’s hiding something from me. She woke up this morning and ran out the door with Celeste to go shopping.”

I laugh. “Olivia hates shopping.”

“Exactly. We were invited to go to some grand opening of a new restaurant and she used the excuse that she needs to buy a new dress. Anyway, I have Reed with me for the day. Want to join us at the park?”

My bedroom door creaks open and out walks Giselle. She’s still wearing her outfit from earlier: silky black shorts that are the perfect mix of professional and sexy, and a midnight blue top that dips just low enough to show off the perfect swells of her breasts. Her lids are still hooded from sleeping, but she looks refreshed. A nap seems to have done the trick. She comes over and sits down next to me. Her brows furrow slightly and her fleshy lips pucker. That’s when I remember I’m on the phone with Nick.

“Umm…let me call you back in a few minutes.” I hang up without waiting for him to answer and throw my phone to the side. My only thoughts are that I need to kiss this woman again.

Without warning, I lift Giselle onto my lap. Without giving her a chance to deny me, I grip the back of her head, her hair tangling in my fingers, and pull her in for a kiss. At first she doesn’t kiss me back, but when my tongue darts out, she shocks the shit out of me when she parts her soft lips and gives me access. We kiss for several minutes. I forgot what it’s like to taste a woman. I focus on the way her lips brush softly against mine, and the way her tongue duals with my own. Kissing this woman could easily become an addiction.

Giselle’s silky shorts are thin, and the more heated our kiss gets, the more I feel her hot cunt grind against my pelvis. Her fingers pull at the little bit of hair I have, and it spurs me on to take more from her. With one hand grabbing her ass, I use my other one to push aside her shorts and panties. They move easily. I hesitate for a second, wondering if Giselle is going to stop me, and when she doesn’t, I push a single digit into her. And holy fuck, the woman is soaking wet. I can’t help the groan that escapes me as her wet heat surrounds my finger. It’s been too damn long since I felt the inside of a woman.