Sugar Baby Beautiful

The corner of her lip turned up, but she looked away and shook her head as she headed back upstairs to the bedroom. We’d picked up right where we left off, and I’d lost count of the number of times we had fucked each other in the last few hours. She was frustrated I kept making her change, and I was frustrated that everything she wore turned me on. You would think I had never been with a woman before. But there was something about her that kept drawing me back. The way she felt against me. How she moaned out my name. Not knowing what she would do or say next. She seduced me just by breathing.

“I like this one, and it’s staying on!”

Nothing is staying on for long. “Fine.”

When the door opened, I had never regretted a word more than I did then. She wore a white bustier top and a navy skirt that was short in the front, exposing her long, smooth legs, and long in the back. She had pinned her hair up, exposing her neck. She… I… fuck, why had I chosen that?

“Felicity—”

“Not changing,” she said as she took a pair of heels from the rack, along with earrings and a single ring. The moment she stepped into the heels, I bit back a groan as my eyes freely traveled over every curve of her. This was insane.

I knew it, yet the only thought going through my head was mine. She is mine. It wasn’t in a sweet way. It was in the I need her under me now kind of way, preferably with those heels still on.

Stepping behind her, I pulled the pins out of her hair, letting it fall down in waves. Brushing it to the side, I kissed her neck and pulled her close, touching her breasts through the material.

“Theo, we can’t,” she said, even though she tilted her neck to the side for me.

“I know.” I kissed her jaw before letting go. “I was just giving you some incentive to keep your hair down.”

It took her a moment to realize what I meant, and then she reached up and clapped her hand over her neck. “You son of a bitch.”

“You could make it even.” I tilted my neck, and she glared. “I thought so—”

Gripping my tie, she pulled me close to her. Losing it and undoing the top buttons of my shirt, exposing my neck, she kissed me hard.

“Fel….” I tried to say her name, but I couldn’t trust my voice. My dick hardened, and she rubbed herself against me more. Just when I was about to wrap my arms around her, she pulled back and innocently smiled at me.

“We really ought to be going.”

I opened my mouth to say something but decided against it, opting instead to take her hand and walk her to the door.

“You know that you—”

“I know,” I answered, knowing full well she was talking about the hard-on I was currently sporting, thanks to her.

She giggled softly as we stepped into the elevator.

“Oh, I will get payback, Ms. Harper.”

“What are you going to do? Tie me to your bedpost again?”

I grinned. “Who said it will be here? God knows how long we will be stuck at this thing. I’m thankful you chose that dress.”

“Do your worst, Mr. Darcy, but remember that I never have to see these people again so I can moan as loud as I want,” she said shamelessly, and as the doors opened she stepped out with confidence to the front entrance, where my driver was waiting.

I couldn’t help but smile.

She was the gift that kept on giving, and I was eager to see just how loud she could really moan.

Felicity

7:00 p.m.

“Let’s see if I’ve got this,” I said, trying to remember the rundown he’d given me of his family. “Your aunt and uncle’s names are Lorelai and Arthur Darcy, but you call them Mom and Dad. They have two sons. The first is Bartholomew, but everyone calls him Arty. He’s a few months younger than you, and everyone says you both look similar, but in your opinion he’s the less attractive one?”

“Yes.” He winked and leaned back in the chair. “He’s also the one who threw that party at my house.”

“So he knows about me?” Well, at least that was one less person to lie to, I thought. “And your other cousin-slash-brother is Walter or Walt. He’s five years younger but is the only one who is in a stable relationship that isn’t solely based on sex.”