Something big started to breach her pussy. Her eyes flew open and she looked down. Simon was looking up at her from his place between her legs. He eased one large finger into her channel. “Do you mean that I should apply rational thought and take the fact that your pussy is sopping, soaking wet as evidence that you like having it licked and sucked?”
She nodded, unable to take her eyes off him. His lips—those gorgeous lips—glistened with her arousal. He’d put his mouth on the most intimate part of her. He’d kissed her and lavished affection on her. She would never forget how decadently beautiful this man was.
“Should I take into account that you’re soft around my finger and this little jewel is red and wanting and poking desperately out of its hood.” He leaned over, and she nearly screamed when he gave her clit another lick.
“You’re killing me.” She wasn’t going to beg. No. She had to keep some pride, right? She had to try to stay her tough-girl self, and her inner tough girl never begged for anything.
He gave her another little baby swipe that brought her right back to the edge. “No. I think I need a verbal clue. You’re such a mystery to me that I don’t know if I can believe what I’m seeing. I would rather hear it from your lips.”
Bastard. Damn it. Her inner tough girl never got any orgasms. Her inner naked submissive girl really wanted one and she didn’t give a shit about pride. “Please, Simon. Please. I’m so close. I’ve never felt this way. I’ve never…”
He softened. “Oh, love. Not even on your own?”
She shook her head. She could never get out of her own brain long enough to relax, much less come. Her mind was always churning, but he seemed to have the magic touch. He found a way to make her think only of him and what he could do for her.
“Then I better make this good.” He winked at her and then she felt that big finger rotate inside her as he lowered his head back down.
She couldn’t help it. She screamed out his name as he sucked her clit into his mouth and his finger went to work. He rubbed her again, but this time from the inside. The man had the most magical hands. As his tongue worked her clit, that finger seemed to find some place deep inside her that sent waves of pleasure cascading outward. Her whole body convulsed but in the sweetest way possible. She wasn’t in control. He was and he gave her something she’d never known before. Pure and perfect pleasure.
Her whole body relaxed as she came down from the high.
Simon gave her one last kiss and then he was up on his feet, moving her. He settled her under the sheet and tucked her in. He was right. The sheets smelled good and the pillow under her head was a little like heaven. The rest of the place was scary but the bed was clean. She was wiped out. Simon tucked her in and then kissed her forehead.
“Go to sleep.”
Her eyes were already closing. She usually fought insomnia for hours, but her muscles felt loose and languid and happy. “What about you?”
He smiled slightly. “Don’t worry about me. I’m afraid I’ll have to explain an unsightly stain to my cleaner, if you know what I mean.”
So he’d come in his perfect suit. Somehow she loved the idea that he’d come while he was touching her.
She watched as he undressed but her eyes closed and she fell into a blissful sleep, thinking about the fact that he wouldn’t look so perfect in the morning. He’d have to settle for sweatpants or jeans.
She was pretty sure he would still be gorgeous.
Chapter Seven
Simon finished knotting his tie, frowning at himself in the mirror. It wasn’t his best, but it would have to do.
“Where the hell did you find another suit?” Chelsea asked from the bed behind him.
“I had one in my go bag, of course.” He might have forgotten to add sex toys to his essentials, but he was never without a proper suit. He turned and caught sight of her in the early morning light. The morning did nothing to aid the décor of the room, but it did wonders for her. She yawned a little, like a sleepy kitten who’d finally been taught to purr.
Even after a thorough hygiene routine, he could still remember the tangy taste of her arousal and how she’d gone wild under his mouth. She’d tried so hard to be ladylike, but in the end she’d screamed out his name just like he’d said she would.
He’d slept beside her briefly. At one point in the night, she’d turned in her sleep and ended up cuddled against his back. Her arm had gone over his waist and she’d hugged him like he was her favorite teddy bear.
And he’d lain there with a hard-on that wouldn’t die down. He’d tried a cold shower but now that he was looking at her, he was hard again. Bloody crazy cock of his.
“Jesse’s getting us some coffee.” She liked hers sweet. He’d made Jesse promise to load up on the sugar.
She was right back to awkward this morning. She held the sheet up almost to her neck. He was going to have to do something about that. “Thanks. Uhm, maybe you could turn around while I get dressed.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Now why would I do that?”
She rolled her eyes. Ah, the brat was back. “So I can get dressed.”
Poor girl. “You really should have read your contract.”
The sheet slipped but only so she could wrap it under her shoulders. Pretty shoulders. He loved the creamy ivory of her skin and the little dusting of freckles across her nose. She wasn’t wearing a touch of makeup and it made her younger, so fucking sweet and innocent. Perversely, that made him want to do things to dirty her up.
“What does the contract say?”
He reached out and got a hand on the sheet. “It says that when we’re alone, you’re naked.”
He tugged the sheet and her breasts came into view. He loved the little squeal that came out of her mouth.
“Damn it, Simon. It’s cold. You can’t expect me to run around naked.”
“But you look so good naked.”
The prettiest pink flushed over her skin. “You’re a weirdo, Weston.” But she stopped covering herself and relaxed a bit. “Who the hell has a full suit in his bug-out bag?”
He loved the way she talked and god, he loved teasing her. “First, I would never carry anything called a bug-out bag. You’ve watched far too many television shows about people preparing for the end of the world.”
She grinned, bringing her knees up to her chest and hugging her legs. Her feet were slightly askew and he didn’t mention to her that it gave him a lovely view of her pussy. “Hey, I knew crazy-ass preppers before they were cool. And it’s a bug-out bag and it contains only the essentials of life, like cash and burners and backup drives. Though that won’t really help me since you made me destroy my baby. Oh, and some granola bars and energy drinks. You know, in case I get stuck somewhere. What a real bug-out bag doesn’t have is a full suit.”