“Baby,” she gasps, andfuck.
Don’t fucking call me that, I want to snap at her.
Thatword is reserved for theotherversion of this. The hypothetical one. The one in which she never fucking showed up in the meeting room that first morning. The one in which we did all the stuff she made up to tell my surrogate family. Not the real version that’s just going to leave me with an aching hole in my heart.
But fuck it.
I have this right now; Elle riding out the waves of her climax on my tongue and fingers as I press hard on her g-spot and cause her to whimper like she’s about to weep. She’s just at the end of it when I drag my fingers out of her and climb off the bed to start removing my clothes.
Elle abruptly pushes herself up to her knees, still gasping for air as she grabs the knot of my tie and jerks our mouths together. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, licking her own flavor off the stubble on my chin while she snakes off the tie and pops open the buttons of my shirt.
“Why are you like this?” she demands, voice rasping and husky against my lips.
I shrug off my dress shirt just before she grabs the hem of the undershirt and strips it off as well. “What?”
“Why are we doing this again?” Her hands are blindly fumbling with my belt and fly. “We’re not even drunk this time. I said I wasn’t going to have sex with you, and now we’re doing itagain.”
I shove my slacks and boxer briefs all the way down and off, and then grab her ass to pull her to me, my throbbing cock pressing against her tight lower tummy. “Because you fucking want me as much as I want you.” I release her ass and grab two fistfuls of her hair, trapping her face next to mine. “That’s what you told me last night. That’s what you told me the first day by taking my phone number.”
I tug her hair so that her head falls sideways and part my lips against her neck to suck and nibble on her skin.
“You aren’t the same guy you were in that coffee shop,” Elle murmurs with a hint of what sounds like dismay while her nails skate over the muscles that flank my ribs. “He was sweet. He was funny. He was cute. He was all of that even though he was obviously having a shitty morning.” She pulls her head away to glower at me. “That’s the guy I want.”
I cage my arms around her waist and slam our bodies together, gritting my teeth to growl, “Iamthat guy.”
She flattens her palms against my chest as if holding me at bay. “You’renot.” Her chin is pulled close to her neck as she holds my gaze with a shadow of hurt in her eyes, andcould it possibly be…?
Could it be that she’s just as disappointed by that shitty twist of fate as I am?
Could I potentially fix all of this and sway her feelings to swing in the polar opposite direction?
I bet I could.
After all, I’m the guy who could sell a mother fucking ketchup popsicle.
And tomorrow, we have a two-hour drive. So I’m going to spend one hundred and twenty minutes selling Ellethisgoddamn popsicle, and I have nevernotclosed a sale.
At least… not until this evening when I dropped the ball with Ernesto.
But never mind that. My batting average is solid as fuck, and I’m going to make this happen.
And I’m going to start by finishing this right now.
“I am,” I growl again, then claim her mouth for a searing kiss before throwing her to the mattress on her back. I fish my wallet out of the pile of clothes, retrieve a condom, and roll it on, all the while keeping my gaze fixed to hers.
I crawl over her, prowling and eyeing her while I use my knees to push her thighs apart. She’s eyeing me right back, now with more heat than hurt in her gaze, but I’m going to remember that hurt. The hurt is a reminder that I’ve got an in with her. I can work with that hurt.
After all, I’ve got it, too.
Gripping my shaft, I lower my torso to hers and give her pussy a long, slow stroke with the head. Elle’s lashes flutter, and a tiny breath puffs out of her lips. I catch it with my own, probing my tongue deep into her mouth while I drive my cock all the way home. She combs her fingers through my hair and locks her ankles together around my hips while I slowly thrust into her and retreat, over and over and over again. Just like her breast in my mouth, we’re a perfect fit, and there’s no way she can ignore that.
Her mouth abruptly slips from mine, and she buries her face in the crook of my neck, still gripping my hair. “You’re not,” she says on such a quiet breath that it’s more like she’s telling herself than me. “You’re not. You’re not.”
I piston my hips harder and quicker, going deeper, and she rocks against me. “Iam. I’ll prove it.”
Elle sucks in a gasp as I feel her start to quake around me, heat licking up my spine. “You won’t. You can’t. You’re justnot.”
I wedge my hand between our slick bodies to briefly squeeze her breast before clasping the base of her chin and freeing it from the crook of my neck.“Look at me while I’m making you come, Elle.”
