The Convenient Wife

She bites her lip and bats her lashes. “Mm, I like how that sounds.” Her smile warms my stomach. It’s bright, it’s playful, and it would look perfect wrapped around my cock.

Tugging her closer, I bite her bottom lip and pluck it with my teeth. “I can’t get enough of you.” Kissing her, my hand sweeps across the back of her neck and into her hair.

My cock is hard, pushing angrily against my pants. Slipping my leg between hers, I push my dick into her thigh. Tugging her head back, I lick her throat. “Fuck, the things you do to me.”

Starla lets out a coo as she rolls her head in my hand. “We shouldn’t do this here. If your father shows up—”

“Don’t worry about him.” I whisper into her ear, making sure my lips graze the shell.

My father is too busy right now drinking martinis on the beach in Hawaii to care about what’s happening here. He’s been there for weeks, taking advantage of the fact that he can come and go as he pleases with me here to run shit. He isn’t coming back until after the reunion. Owning the company has it’s perks.

“But what if—”

“My father isn’t in charge anymore—I am.” My mouth finds hers and kisses her hard and deep. I suck in her air, filling her with the oxygen from my lungs.

She tastes fucking amazing, and all I want to do is spend the rest of the day with my lips on her body and my cock in her pussy.

The pads of my fingers slip up her shirt and find her tit, squeezing hard. Her body falls forward against my chest, relaxing into my hands. Gripping her roots, I tug her head back harder.

On reflex, her legs spread wide like Moses parting the Red Sea. My hands are the fuse that light her flame, making me only want her more. There’s power in my touch, a power that makes her body tremble and her knees weak.

She’s at my mercy. And I fucking love it.

Starla leans into the kiss, her tongue wrapping mine, twisting and moving. Her hands move down my ribs, running across my belt and down the zipper. My cock throbs, eager for her to touch it, stroke it, give it any kind of attention.

Her finger and thumb grip my swollen head through the outside of my pants and pinch it lightly. “Someone is excited.” Her words buzz over my mouth as she speaks, causing a tingly sensation on my skin.

Growling, I lift her easily, setting her on the bar. “Someone can’t wait until tonight.” Stepping between her legs, I spread her thighs as wide as they can go. “Someone wants it now.”

The door beside the bar pops open and Gina barges in. Stopping in her tracks, her eyes dart between us. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this was your bedroom now.”

Starla drops down from the bar, wiping her palms down her hair to straighten it out.

Taking a step back, I run my hand over my jaw and cock my head annoyed. “Did you need something, Gina?” I ask.

“Um, nope, just here doing my job.” She’s being an ass, it’s written all over her face and in the tone of her voice. “These shot glasses won’t put themselves away.” Her smile is fake as shit and I have the urge to tell her to get lost.

I let it go, because she isn’t worth my trouble. But if she keeps up with these shitty little comments, we’re going to have an issue. I won’t stand for her being so abrasive with me. I’m the owner’s son, and one day soon, I’ll own the entire fucking building and everything in it. She needs to show me the respect I deserve.

“And your check won’t sign itself either if you don’t watch that attitude.” Gina’s back snaps straight, her mouth ready to spew some HR bullshit that I don’t give two shits about hearing. I ignore her, not letting her talk as I turn my back on her and take Starla’s face in my hands. Giving her a kiss, I tell her, “I have a few things to do, then we’re grabbing lunch, sound good?”

“Yeah, sure, we can do that. I’ll just meet up with James tomorrow.” Her smile is weak. Tension fills the air as Gina watches us from the corner of her eyes.

I know the other girls aren’t happy about my relationship with Starla. Gina is probably more pissed than Valerie, but that’s only because she’s been trying to fuck me for over a year.

And I won’t. I never will.

Giving Starla a deep, long, passionate kiss, I can feel Gina’s stare trying to set us on fire. I don’t care, I ignore her jealousy and kiss the woman I’m calling my wife. Pulling away, Starla’s arms drop to her sides, and she has this dizzy look on her face.