Too bad it would be nothing more than a fantasy for his spank bank. She bent at the waist again as she looked through the bottom cupboards until she came across his baking sheets, and thank God she straightened before he could give in to the urge to run his palm over her perfectly toned ass she was waving like a red flag in front of a horny bull and maybe slide his fingers between her thighs and along the silky crotch of her panties while he was at it. Which was incredibly stupid, considering what the move could mean to her future. With a sharp gasp and a guttural shout, he came, pumping hot and hard down her throat. The anger and bitterness had caused so much tension between Ethan and Andrea Sinclair that it had forced friends and relatives to choose sides. It kept affairs and flings simple and uncomplicated, and it kept his emotions out of the equation, which was what mattered the most. Natalie experienced a moment of panic as his words sank in, the cobb salad on her plate suddenly forgotten as her mind did a quick, screeching rewind.
No woman was going to wait around for a guy who showed no signs of ever loving her back, and the easiest thing to do would be to move on and start fresh. She came up on her elbows, watching as he strolled to the nightstand, retrieved a condom, and sheathed his cock. I want to put to good use, right now. He likes guys, not girls. It really was the perfect arrangement, for both of them.
But what starts as a fun, flirty, temporary engagement quickly becomes something more serious that neither one ever anticipated. . She picked up their paper plates—piled high with anchovies and some jalapeños—and tossed them into a trash bag. When she took too long to contemplate his request, he inclined his head and smirked. And two, I want you to think of me every time you move or sit down and feel your panties chafing against your delicate, sensitive skin. Morning kisses and evening kisses.
Instead, his gaze was serious and compassionate as it held hers. He knelt behind her, pressing his knees against the outside of hers, pinning them together and preventing her from opening her legs at any time. A guttural groan echoed from behind her as Wes gripped her hips in his hands. Her lips were wet and swollen, her eyes dark and aroused as they looked into his. He forced her to concentrate on him as she gasped for air, quickly on her way to hyperventilating. As the eldest of three rebel-rousing brothers, Chase Chandler has waited a long time to leave his small-town roots behind.
All he could manage was an appreciative grunt for a reply, and with fumbling fingers, he eased his dick back into his jeans. He glanced at his wristwatch, noting the time. Before she left for Atlanta, she owed it to herself to find out if her time with Wes truly was just a fling or if there was potential for something more, like a future together. The thought scared the hell out of him, and he was eternally grateful when she wrapped her lips tight around the base of his cock and slowly worked her way back up to the head again, dissolving every worry in his mind except for the absolute pleasure of her generous, ravenous mouth working his dick over. She unfastened her seat belt and leaned over the console, her lips touching along his jaw and up to his ear as she took the stiff length of his dick in her soft hand and gave him a slow, tantalizing stroke that made him even harder. Who knew that a lost wager could lead to so many delightful possibilities? She was wearing a white silk blouse, so business-like and demure, but the pearl buttons were unfastened just low enough to give him an occasional glimpse of virginal lace and a small, pretty pink bow pinned to the front of her bra where it dipped into her cleavage. She was off-limits, forbidden fruit, and all that clichéd crap.
He pushed her hair off to one side, and bracing his forearms on either side of her, he nuzzled his face against the side of her neck as he withdrew to the head of his cock and lazily slid right back in again, groaning as her body clasped his dick in the softest, silkiest heat. The one word was filled with disappointment, and her next message conveyed those feelings. When their drinks were delivered, he lifted his toward her. Aggressive and ambitious in business and sweet and amenable to his dirty demands in the bedroom. Which brings me around to the second thing I want.
First thing this morning, Natalie had submitted a full price bid for the house for her clients, confident that the seller would accept and the feather would be solidly in her hat. Her breathing escalated, and she shamelessly pushed and rubbed her breasts against his hands, silently asking for more. She returned a few minutes later, her lips now shiny with a peach-colored gloss that looked like candy he wanted to eat off her mouth. And Jesus, the knowledge almost brought him to his knees. He was not a jealous man. Only then did she feel Wes let go of his restraint. She could hear his erratic breathing behind her.
He stroked her drenched pussy and sank his teeth lightly into the side of her neck, smiling as she jerked back against him. He patted the space next to him, his smile affectionate. He felt her body tremble and heard a soft, strangled moan catch in her throat. He tucked her into the passenger-side seat of his sporty Audi Coupe, then got behind the wheel. When he reached her place, he parked his car in the very back of the lot, where it was dark and secluded. As if she was designed specifically for him.