Chapter 16
Tyler
She never made it to her room. I took her to mine instead.
We never made it to the bed. I don’t think I would have the strength to.
She had been tormenting me all night. Flirting with my CFO, who was only too oblivious to indulge her.
Teasing me with that sexy red dress of hers.
When I saw her come out of her room for dinner, I had bitten my lip so I wouldn’t snatch her and carry her back to my room.
Now she was here with me. Plastered against my body, craving my touch as though I was the only person who could uncap the pent-up desire she felt.
She was practically burning with it. Writhing against the wall and pressing herself against me.
Bottom of the list, my ass. I am going to show her who can make her come.
I traced my lips down her neck to the top of her cleavage.
My hands all over her sexy body. She was so soft and supple, I couldn’t get enough of touching her, feeling her skin under mine once more.
It had been a long time coming. I’ve spent nights thinking about that night.
I’ve chased this exact feeling I had with her now and couldn’t find it anywhere.
No one could make me feel the way she did then. She did now with just a slight touch.
Her dress was too tight, and I couldn’t find the zipper or button or whatever thing that could get this dress off her, so I ripped it. She gasped as pieces of fabric whispered down to the floor. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
“That was a nice dress, asshole.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. My eyes on her body. The only light in the room was coming from the bedroom. The shadows and dim light blocked her body so beautifully. In high red heels and red lace lingerie, she looked like a dark angel sent to torment me. “I’ll get you another one.”
She tilted her head up. “It was a personal gift from Donatella.” Her hands went to wrap around her waist. If she weren’t a former model who once did a campaign for a lingerie company, I would have thought she was shy.
“I can pull some strings.” My brother was friends with Versace.
He could get me a dress. Gently, I removed her hands away, then unclasped her bra.
Her breasts were exactly as I remembered them.
Firm, round, and too big for her slight frame.
I palmed one before claiming it with my mouth.
She moaned; her legs buckled as I caught her waist. I gave the same attention to the other breast, loving every time she moaned whenever I grazed her nipple with my teeth.
My hands traveled down to her panties, and those too followed her bra and ripped dress.
Then I delved into her center. She was wet.
My cock strained against my pants. I wanted to be inside her immediately, but I had to wait.
I went down on my knees and placed one leg up on my shoulder, opening her pussy to my face.
It was delicate, pink, and wet. Glistening with juice that I sucked like a madman.
She writhed against the wall, rubbing her pussy in my face as I lapped her sweet nectar.
Her hands played with my hair as I drove her to madness.
Then she gasped and squeezed my head as she gushed, coming like buckets.
I got up, rock hard and ready to come in her.
Saffron went to unzip my fly. I helped her shaking hands, and when I was finally free, she took hold of my cock, palmed it, and played with it.
Rubbing me up and down until I was sure I would come in her hands.
I shoved her hand away and snatched a condom from my pocket, put it on, wrapped her legs around my waist, and thrust into her in record time.
I fucked her hard and fast against the wall. Her pussy was tight, hot, and so snug I wanted to stay inside her forever. My lips grazed her neck as her legs gripped me tightly, her heels digging into my butt. Her nipples grazed my chest as she moaned in my ear.
Yes, this is it. This is what I have been chasing.
The only drug that could satisfy me. Heroin so pure and unfiltered.
She was it. Her pussy gripped my cock, and I almost lost it.
Fucking hell. She was good. Her lips sought mine, but I drew my face away.
She took the hint and kissed my cheek instead.
“Holy shit, Tyler,” she said through sobs.
“I know, right.” I thrust into her mercilessly. “Say it.”
“What.”
Thrust. “You know what I mean.”
“No.”
I stopped.
“Tyler, please.”
“Say. It.”
“Fuck. You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“Good girl.” I began thrusting again, and after two strokes, she came apart. Her pussy milked my cock as she convulsed, almost pushing my dick out. But I held her steady, and soon after came just as hard. We both collapsed onto the floor. Our limbs a tangled heap.
“I knew you never got over me.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” she said between gasps. “You’re just a body, that’s it. A dildo I used for relief.”
It stung. She meant it to sting, but I knew she was lying. “At least you want me. You can’t deny that.”
To prove it to her again, I got up and dragged her to the bedroom where I licked her pussy until she came again.
Then we fucked until we both came again.
Again and again until we were boneless, and it was the next morning.
I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I was awoken the next morning by Matt entering the suite.
“Morning. I have sent your schedule and everything you will be—” Matt froze as he stared. The pocket doors to the bedroom were wide open, and he could definitely see me and Saffron asleep amongst tangled sheets. Shocked, he dropped his tablet on the floor.
“You should learn to knock,” I croaked.
“Shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean…” he turned back and forth, like a robot glitching, and then ran out of the suite.
“Was that your assistant!” said Saffron, swinging up from the bed clutching the sheets.
“Yeah. He’s gone now; you don’t have to worry.” I glanced meaningfully at the sheets she was using to cover her body. The little rest I got last night was enough for me to want to go round… What was it? Round fourteen?
“I think I do! What if he tells everyone that you and I are… People are going to think I got the job because I’m sleeping with you!” She fell back down onto the bed and slammed her palm to her forehead.
“So? Who cares?” Saffron didn’t strike me as someone who cared what people thought about her.
“Of course you would say that. You’ve never had people doubt you. Or have people think you got a job because of your looks.”
Okay, maybe she was right on that account. “Stop freaking out.” I reached for my phone on my bedside and made a call to Matt.
“Dude.” I put him on speaker.
“Yes, sir!”
I almost chuckled. He’s never called me sir before. He sounded so scared shitless; if Saffron knew, she wouldn’t be so worried. “You didn’t see anything when you came here. Is that right?”
“Absolutely. I never even came to your floor.”
“Exactly. And if you tell anyone otherwise, you can say bye-bye to your career. Understood?”
“Perfectly, sir.”
“See?” I said to Saffron after I ended the call. “Nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah, but he’s going to start looking at me funny.”
I got out of bed. Any hope for another round was squashed. She was too agitated about being caught, and I doubted she would want to do it again. “Nah. Matt’s an alright kid. It should have been Richie who found us. Then he’d know not to mess with what’s mine.”
“What?”
I froze. I had called her mine. Where the fuck did that come from? It was as though it came out of a deep-rooted part of me I never dug. A part that I kept closed and no one saw. And just like always, it needed to stay locked. Preferably with the key thrown away. “You’re my wife, aren’t you?”
She groaned. “I cannot wait to divorce you.”
“You could produce your father’s distorted blackmail, and I will gladly let you go.”
“I told you. I do not have it.” I went to her side of the bed and tapped her head. “Then you’re going to have to get used to being my wife. Wifey.”