Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Linny
“If Roland is with you, he can go straight to hell,” West calls out.
I laugh as I toss my purse and overnight bag on a table in the foyer. I just stepped into the same hotel suite that West and I shared a few nights ago.
It’s been hours since he walked out of my office. Once he was in the elevator, he sent me a brief text message.
Jeremy: Make my every dream come true. Meet me at the hotel at 8.
I waited until my dad left my office before I responded, fearful that the wide grin on my face would give me away.
Linny: I have a dinner meeting with a client, but I’ll be there as soon as I’m done.
I laughed when his response lit up my phone’s screen.
Jeremy: I’ll watch the game on tv while I wait. If I catch you on the kiss cam with Roland, I’m going with Mitchell’s pitch, helicopter ride and all.
“I’m in bed, angel. Come join me.”
I kick off my shoes and pad across the floor, rounding the corner to the bedroom with a smile on my face.
It widens when I see West in the bed. He’s sitting up with his bare back resting against the headboard. A white sheet is covering his groin.
He pats the bed next to him. “How was your dinner meeting?”
I slip out of the red dress I put on for dinner. The meeting was with a client who circles back to use our services every few years. She owns one of the few bookstores left in Manhattan and every time she comes back to us, we use the same campaign ideas.
Tonight was different. Mitchell suggested a new approach while I listened. It involved an author in residence program and free writing workshops for kids.
Our client was beaming by the time dessert was served.
It was a victory for Mitchell and I conceded on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, telling him that I thought he did a great job.
“Leave the bra and panties on.” West’s hand squeezes his erection through the sheet. “Red is your color, angel.”
I slide into bed next to him. “My dinner meeting was fine, but I don’t want to talk about that.”
His lips brush over mine for a soft kiss. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Roland.”
His dark brows pinch together. “Don’t say his name when I’m hard as nails.”
I reach to run my fingertips over the outline of his cock. “You know that it’s over between us, right?”
“I know that you told me you ended it with him. I believe you.”
I slide my lips over his chin. “Good.”
He reaches to cup my face. “I also know it was hard for you not to correct your dad when he assumed that Roland sent the flowers.”
Guilt has been consuming me since that moment. A lie is a lie whether it’s direct or an omission. I allowed my dad to believe that Roland sent me that beautiful bouquet. I’ve kept the secret of my relationship with West hidden from my dad for weeks.
If he finds out that I’ve been keeping that from him, my future as CEO of Faye that moment right before he plunges into me, and the pleasure takes over.
“Open your eyes, angel.” His voice is gravelly, deep and desirous.
I stare into his eyes as he slides his cock into me, each movement almost too much to bear.
We find our rhythm quickly.
He fucks me with slow, even strokes, keeping his eyes pinned on mine.
When he ups the pace and braces his hand on my hip, I moan. It’s so deep, so good and when I come around his cock, he buries his face in my neck.
His breathing is ragged and intense when he comes, holding me in place, whispering words against my skin about never wanting to let me go.