"What? You made a deal with him once. I'm sure you can make another one with him. I have more brothers you could marry."
Her face paled, but then she stilled herself and tilted her chin up. "I am done dealing with your father, just so you know."
"Do I look like I care?"
"I will make it up to you, I promise."
The warm yellow light of the room gave her brown skin a deep, warm glow. I stalked forward as though I was being pulled by a magnet and took hold of her cheek. Her skin was so soft under my thumb. "And how do you propose on doing that?" Her smooth skin felt like silk under my fingers as my thumb lazilycaressed her cheek. Thalia's mouth gaped as I temporarily got lost in her deep brown eyes. Her plump lips were begging for a kiss. Would she mind if I kissed her? "Two million dollars is a lot of money," I said
"I can w-work for it."
"Workfor it?"My cock hardened at the prospect. Her red painted lips made me imagine all sorts of things she could do with them as she worked for that money.
"What I mean is…" her voice trailed off as I closed the small space between us and dropped my forehead to hers. Her breath fanned my lips. I could feel the smell of the peppermint she took after dinner brushing my skin. She gulped. "What I mean is, I could find some way of repaying you."
She was talking in circles, but I didn't care to note what she was actually saying. Her lips, her eyes and silky smooth skin mesmerized me I wanted to touch all over. Feel her tremble in my hands once again. Was it a mistake to do what I was about to do? Maybe? But I wanted to feel her lips against mine once more that I let it happen. My mouth bent down to touch hers.
It was sweet at first. Like coming home. Like I was the prodigal son returned. Then that familiar hunger that's always between us took over and we were clutching at each other like our lives depended on the kiss. As though we could drink one another and fill the void I've been ignoring all this time.
She moaned. I pressed my body against hers. Her hands went to my arms and slid down, up, down and inside the jacket of my tux until I felt it drop to the floor. Feeling more free to hold her, my hands traveled down her body to her sweet ass, and gripped her hard. I pressed my groin against hers so she could feel how hard I was for her.
I found the zipper of her dress; it was on the side, and pulled it down. The straps loosened and hung to her cleavage. I thrust the dress down further to her waist and undid her bra.It fell somewhere between us as I palmed her breast and took one erect brown nipple in my mouth. She moaned and, like it was a permission to torment her further, I licked and sucked her breast while I played with the other. Her hands went to my crotch, and I felt her undo my belt buckle. My pants loosened, and she thrust them down to my knees before digging into my trunks and bringing my cock out. It was my turn to moan as her hot hand slid up and down my cock. Her thumb slid on the slit of the head and a bead of cum pearled. I bit her nipples. She squeezed my cock.
"Fuck, you've always been a good fuck."
Somehow, those were the magic words. Or rather I should say the curse words, because she froze, dropped my cock like it was hot steel, and pushed me away from her. I was too stunned to react and stumbled back.
She clutched her hands to her bountiful chest before dropping to pick her bra and pulling back up the straps of her dress. Her mouth was swollen from my kisses and I desperately wanted to kiss it again, but the time for that was clearly over.
"I'm sorry," she said in a choked sob. "That's not what I meant." And ran away to her bedroom.
Fuck. What just happened? I pulled back my pants, picked my jacket from the floor and went to my bathroom where I took a cold shower and finished what she started. In my mind, I fucked her against the wall in that foyer and then fucked her again in this shower while water danced on our skin. It wasn't hard to take care of business after imagining that. When I came, instead of feeling relief, I felt frustrated.It's Thalia you want, a small voice said.
No. She only knew which buttons to press. That's it. I had to learn to control my emotions around her.
Chapter 14
Thalia
"MORNING," HE SAIDto me the next day without looking up from his phone. As though nothing happened between us. In a way, that was true. We only did what teenage kids might call second base. It shouldn't shock me and yet I hardly slept last night. I took a shower and laid in bed thinking about what almost happened. And now I had to put on an act of nonchalance as though what we did bothered me at all.
"Hi," I said. He was in the breakfast room, as he liked to call it. A small room with glass walls that showed a three sixty view of the city and a small table for two filled end to end with breakfast food. The chef must have come in early, made the food and gone. There was no sign of the tattooed young woman lurking around.
"Eat. We have to leave in an hour."
I slumped into the only other chair in the room. "Why?"
"My father called, and he wants us to attend a party. Plenty of important people will be there."
"Another party? We attended one yesterday."
"That was a fundraiser. I thought you would know, since you were the biggest donor there."
Heat crept up my cheeks. I leaned over the small table, picked up a pitcher of yellow-colored fruit juice, poured it in one of the two glasses, and drank. The sharp and sweet taste of mango andorange ran down my throat. "Forgive me for not understanding the nuances of a fundraiser and a party." I dragged the last word, which made him look up from his phone. "What sort of party is it? Pray tell my lord," I added.
He raised his eyebrows. "A garden party. The sort that's usually hosted in a garden."
"Oooh. Like a barbeque. I've been to one of those."
