Along for the Ride
After a minute, she pulled away. “Are the photos safe?”
“The photos are going to be published.” He shook his head when her eyes widened. “Don’t fret, my love. Zoë has got them, and she’s the one who is going to publish them.”
“Really?” Her eyebrows went up.
“Yes, and she wants Jason to take more.” He laughed, deeply amused at the outcome now that they were all safe and accounted for. “Apparently the whole thing was perfectly timed ...” He glanced back at Foster. “How on earth did you manage to restrain that lumbering yob?” He nodded toward the tethered man, who shuffled restlessly on the chair. He was getting curious about what exactly he had missed here.
“Let’s just say I caught him when his guard was down, when he was distracted by other things.” She smiled.
Cal felt a burst of pride and then a deep sense of longing as he looked at her. She was such a sexy woman, so beautiful and intelligent, too. Not to mention damned resourceful. The woman he had sought out for her sensuality had gone far beyond even his wildest imaginings. He kissed her, long and hard, prying her mouth open with his tongue, his hands roving all over her body.
In the background he could just make out the yob, watching them as they embraced. Was he getting off on it? Cal slipped his hands down her back and cupped her buttocks, watching, as the yob grew more restless in response. He was erect, that was obvious, and he was wrestling with his burden. He seemed to be getting a tiny amount of friction up against the towel, but the look on his face showed that it was frustrating him even more. The guy had obviously been that way for a long, long time. He ground his hips into Georgie, kissing her shoulder and crushing her buttocks in the palms of his hands. She plucked at him with urgent hands. The man responded in kind, fidgeting again, but the more he moved his hips, the further the towel slid away, frustrating him even more.
Cal felt two hugely conflicting desires: he wanted the man to see her -- he wanted the whole world to see her and to witness her sensuality -- and yet he wanted to possess her and savor it all for himself.
“I want to have sex with you now,” she murmured against the skin of his throat.
“You do?”
“Yes, and I should warn you, I’m feeling dominant. You might have to do as I say.”
Yes, he was surprised, but pleasantly so. “What about him?” He sensed she didn’t give a damn about him.
“Let him watch, to complete his punishment.” Her eyes flashed. “They made me lose the lingerie I bought!” she added, and pouted at him.
She looked so very much like an adorable little sex kitten that he wanted to carry her off in his arms and make her purr with contentment.
“All right, let him watch, but only because I want him to know you’re all mine. Georgie, I’m not sure how much I want to share you anymore. I’ve got this feeling I’ll be guarding my own paintings of you. Will you stick around to keep me sane?”
Her warm smile unlocked his final doubts and set them free.
“Oh, yeah, if that’s what you want.”
“I want the world to know we’re really together, and I want that bastard Richard to back off because he knows it, too.” He’d said the right thing; he could tell by her expression.
“But, Cal, I thought you didn’t do favorites?”
“So did I, but something about you changed that.”
“Is this some sort of confession?” Her eyes sparkled.
He nodded. “Georgie, I love you.”
“I love you, too. I think I always have.” Sheer joy sped through her veins. And now she knew he loved her, too, and her heart was full to overflowing.
His hand reached forward to undo the towel and let it fall to the floor as he drew her toward the bed.
She began to strip off his shirt, her fingers tugging on the buttons. She undid his fly, then pushed him back against the bed where he sprawled back, watching her hungrily. She wanted to reunite with him in the most intimate way possible. She wouldn’t be satisfied until she’d had the man she loved inside her again.
Sparing a brief thought for her dirty little peeping Tom and his punishment, she went to the foot of the bed, bent over, and crawled up the length of Cal’s body on her hands and knees, exposing her intimate flesh to the man behind her. Foster could look at her, but he couldn’t touch. Oh, no. A stifled moan reached her from behind.
She smiled up at Cal. She felt deliciously naughty, rich with emotion and powerful -- gloriously female and powerful. Their eyes locked, the deepest and most intimate understanding passing between them in silent messages.
She took him in, to the hilt. It felt so good, she could hardly move. When her head rolled forward, his chest arched up toward her, his ribcage jutting, his neck a line of tensed muscle. His face was filled with sheer ecstasy.
She crouched forward and stroked his face. Her hands reached instinctively into his body, lining his neck with their touch. He was watching her as she began to rock on him. He looked so gorgeous that her inner sex grabbed fiercely at him, and he gave a sweet flinch in response.
She reached her hands out to feel the hard muscle across his shoulders. His body was so strong, so perfectly formed. She spread his arms out to the sides with her strokes and felt the muscle with her fingers.