He thrust his way inside me and let out a loud groan, like being inside me was the best feeling in the world.
When was the last time he did anything with Lola? I was curious. The way he recklessly rocked into me, it seemed he hadn’t had any in weeks, and it had been about two weeks now since that night in his man cave.
I was surprised Georgia hadn’t said anything, but I assumed he had spoken with her, making it clear to her that she had to be quiet when I filled him in.
Corey took a moment to withdraw and lay on his back. I took the initiative and climbed on top of him, my palms flat on his chest, giving him the best ride of his life. His groans were like gold. His hands on my body were like winning an award.
It didn’t take him very long to come. Corey was so sexy when he did, especially as his neck tensed and his muscles tightened beneath my hands, and I relished the fact that I’d caused him to. I didn’t care that I didn’t get pleased myself. Watching him let go because of what I had between my legs was enough for me. I felt powerful. In control. He was at my service, and my job was to please him.
I rolled over after the final upward thrust of his hips and sighed as I lay on my back beside him. We both stared up at the ceiling, breathing through the moment. It was our first time having sex, and it was just as great as I’d imagined it would be.
Quick. Passionate. Intense. Thoughtless.
“I’m pretty sure Lola is cheating on me,” Corey finally said after a while.
That caught me by complete surprise, and what a fucking buzzkill. I sat up to look him in the eye. “How do you know?”
“I just know. She has before. She has her moments, I guess.” He sat up and put his back to me. “I know she didn’t just go meet a donor. She went to meet her current fuck boy.”
“But why would he be in New York?”
“Oh, come on, Ivy. Don’t act like you know nothing about her affair,” he grumbled, looking over his shoulder at me.
“I don’t,” I confessed, and he looked away. “I didn’t even know she was having an affair until now. I didn’t know she’d cheated on you before either.”
“She doesn’t talk to you about him?”
“No,” I retorted. Why were we even talking about Lola? So what she was having an affair? So was he. Shouldn’t he have been focused on me instead?
“I guess that’s a good thing. Means she doesn’t take him seriously. He’ll probably be at the gala tomorrow. Some guy named Eddie. I looked him up when I saw his name in her phone one night. Fucking asshole.”
I climbed on my knees behind him, draping my arms over his shoulders. “How can I help?” I asked, laying kisses on the crook of his neck. I was tired of talking about Lola. For once I didn’t want our time together to have anything to do with her.
I took his groan as a sign to continue. All he needed was to be distracted. With my hand, I turned his head so that he was looking over his shoulder. I kissed his supple lips, and then I climbed onto his upper thighs, nestling my sex on top of his.
“Why don’t you just leave her?” I asked, rocking my hips forward and backward, grinding on top of his hardening cock.
“Why would I? We’ve been married for sixteen years.”
“Because you could have someone who would never cheat on you. Someone who would be ready to please and take care of only you. Does Lola do that?” Damn it. I was just like him. Could never keep her damn name out of my mouth.
“No.”
“Has she ever?”
“She used to . . . before she opened her stores and started the charity.”
“So, what, you only got one or two years of Lola pleasing and taking care of you?”
“Our sex became empty very quickly. She’d only want me if she wanted to try for a baby. Eventually, I got fed up.”
I leaned up and sank down his hard length, and he shuddered a wet breath. “You poor thing,” I crooned. “Well, you should consider making some changes,” I breathed on his mouth and he cupped my ass in his hands. “Do something that will make you happy.”
“Like what?” he groaned, squeezing.
“Like be with me.”
“I just met you.”
“So what?”
“So . . . I know nothing about you.”
“But you love how I feel around you.”
He didn’t respond to that, but he didn’t have to for me to know it was true. Corey held me close to his body, splaying one of his large hands on my upper back and using the other to guide my hips.