I pick up his foot and kiss it and then put it back down between my breasts. “No, Tristan, I didn’t.”
He stares at me for a moment, as if processing a thought. He massages my breast with his foot. “Are you lying?”
“Why would I?”
“I don’t know.” He thinks on it for a moment. “You’re a very different species of woman to what I’m used to, Claire.”
“How so?”
“It didn’t bother you one bit that I went out with three women tonight?”
I smile. If we were different, I would no doubt be raging mad, but knowing that Tristan is just for fun and that it could never be like that between us, I’m surprisingly good. “No. Why?” I lift his foot and kiss it again. “Should it?”
“I don’t know.” He frowns as he contemplates his response.
“Do you want me to act jealous?” I ask.
He gives me a lopsided smile. “Perhaps a little. Couldn’t hurt, could it?”
“Tristan,” I whisper as I fall into role-play.
“Yes.”
“I thought we had something special. How could you do this to me?”
He bites his lip to hide his smile. “That’s more like it.”
“After all we’ve been through, I thought I was the one,” I whisper.
He smiles broadly. He likes this game.
I slide across and lie on top of him. His big arms come around me, and my lips take his.
“I kind of like you being jealous,” he whispers.
I smile against his lips as I circle my sex over his hardened erection. “Did you go to the pharmacy today?”
He chuckles. “I bought in bulk.”
The glimmer of perspiration dusts his skin, and he looks up at me with dark eyes.
Tristan.
Tristan fucking Miles.
Sex-god extraordinaire.
I don’t know if this is the same man I slept with last night. The man with me tonight is an absolute rock star between the sheets. I’m in awe.
We’ve been fucking for hours. Like animals, we can’t get enough. We finish and talk for a little while, and then he kisses me, and the entire process begins again.
It’s like the ultimate marathon.
We’re both wet with perspiration, and I’ve never had sex like this before. “Come on,” he whispers. He wants it harder and tigh
ter. I close my eyes and clench. He has my two hip bones in his hands, and he’s guiding me over his cock and positioning me where he wants me.
His pumps get harder . . . deeper.