It wasn’t lost on me that Striker had beat him to it with beer instead of wine. But we hadn’t gotten to the movie. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Striker’s foot. He was still on the bed.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said.
“Why? I miss you.”
I almost said it back because it was true, but not in the way he hoped. We were better friends than anything else. And saying anything too kind might have given him hope where none existed. “Hans, we’ve talked about this.”
“I know, but I’m close and—”
Hans knew about me staying in Soho.
“Should I go?”
I pivoted and watched Striker unabashedly stride into the room, dick swinging. I found myself captivated by the sight. The man was glorious, and my mouth watered.
“Lizzy, is someone with you?” Hans asked.FifteenConnorLizzy shook her head and held up a finger I took as an answer to my question if I should go. I didn’t stop and kept moving in her direction. What she said next, I couldn’t make out as she’d lowered her voice. When I reached her, I parted the robe she’d slipped on and captured her hips.
Her breath caught before she hastily said, “I have to go,” and ended the call.
I nuzzled her neck and nipped my way to her ear. “Boyfriend?”
She squirmed, hardening my cock. “No. More like an ex.”
“Lovesick then,” I whispered.
She giggled as I took her earlobe between my teeth in a gentle tug and walked us backward.
“What are you doing?” she asked on a laugh.
When we reached the wall of windows, I pressed her back to the cool glass. She gasped.
“What am I doing?” I repeated. She nodded as I slipped my hand between us. “Giving your boy a show if he’s waiting outside with a speaker in his hand, hoping a love song might change your mind.”
“He’s not—”
As I worked her clit, I said, “If you can still talk, I’m not doing this right.”
I palmed her pussy, using the heel of my hand to keep pressure on that tight bud of nerves while slipping my finger inside her, pumping as she moaned her pleasure. When she was on the brink, I lifted her off her feet and positioned my dick for her to slide down. I was determined to excise the image of any other man from both of our minds. The only man she should be thinking about was me.
“God, I love your dick,” she cried out as her inner walls tightened around me.
A man who thrived on domination and control, I was undone by those few simple words. I grunted as I came long, hard, and deep inside my prey. Yet, my craving was far from sated. I walked her in my arms back to the bedroom. I pulled out as I laid her on my bed, and I stood there for a second.
She giggled some. “What about my butt print?”
“That’s what window cleaner is for.” I’d grown used to her being in my space. My need to paint diminished next to my need for her. “I’ll go get something to clean us up.”
Her come coated my dick. My seed was deep inside her. What the fuck was I doing? I only had her word she was clean and on the pill. The way we’d been fucking, if she wasn’t, she was certainly pregnant. I’d never once saw me as the fatherly type, but I could envision a child with the color of her hair with my eyes or the other way around. And why didn’t that scare the living hell out of me?
Yes, she was well off and an unlikely gold digger. But what did I really know about this woman other than she challenged me and didn’t take my shit? She was funny, and I enjoyed her company. No other woman in my life had intrigued me more.
“Did you get lost?” she asked from the other room, only slightly raising her voice.
I turned on the water and washed off my dick. Then I got a washcloth to do the same for her. Her sleepily sexy smile boiled my blood, and I found myself on my knees, dragging her to the edge of the bed to feast on her again.
Her giggles turned to moans until she was shouting my name. I didn’t relent until she was limp, eyes closed on the bed. I shifted her and covered her with the sheet as she dozed. Before I stood, I pressed a kiss to her temple, surprising myself. She wasn’t my sub, not yet anyway, but damn if she hadn’t performed beautifully.
I wanted to stay, but I had obligations. With Eliza on leave at my direction, I had to go to the club. There was no time to visit my father. I would have to do that in the morning on my way to work.