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It was nuts to be disappointed. Not in him. Judging his choice wasn’t her place. But that text, accepting his choice in those words… man, she’d wanted it to go the other way. She’d said she didn’t mind which road he chose. Apparently, her subconscious had.
Still, she’d put the offer on the table and was going to follow through.
Her lingerie collection wasn’t paltry, yet it seemed that way when she tried to find something suitable. Especially for a billionaire’s viewing. Going with a shiny gray balconette and thong set, she grabbed her thigh-long trench, slipped some condoms in her pocket, and left her apartment.
If it was going to be sex, she’d be strict with herself. No lounging around after, no long seduction. Get there, satisfy him, and leave again. Her heart wasn’t in play. Nope. No hearts. Just bodies. They couldn’t be friends. Lunch together might not be a good idea either.
By the time she got to his apartment, that choice was still in the air. Maybe she could just not show up for lunch. Her routine would be scuttled. Better that than breaking her own heart by being an idiot. Xander was leaving in forty-seven days. That was the maximum time they could have. Their expiration date. And he wanted physical. It would be fun.
Fun.
She could do fun.
At his door, she tossed her hair one more time. Ignoring the pinch of her ridiculous platform heels, she knocked.
A few seconds went by. Nothing. Maybe he wasn’t in.
The door suddenly opened, startling her. Once again, he had a phone to his ear.
“…yeah, but I don’t give a damn,” he was saying into the phone as he slipped an arm around her to draw her inside. “You know how I feel about eleventh-hour haggling, Eth.”
He closed the door, and she took his other hand to guide him deeper into the room. With him distracted, she had the chance to make a few choices. Easing him back against the side of the kitchen counter, she slid both hands up his torso. He was so solid beneath the cotton of his tee-shirt. How was it that she’d never thought about his body in this way? Fun would be easy with a body like his as a playground.
“We pull out, I lose nothing but face,” Xander said, an unfamiliar stern note in his voice. “Yeah, well, your time doesn’t mean that much to me, buddy.” That teasing was more familiar. She cast a smile upward, but his focus remained straight ahead, a frown emerging on his face. “You told me you covered that… Eth—” Whatever was going on, it was probably important. So important that he didn’t react as she unbuckled his belt. “I know exactly what it is. How often do we deal with this?” She popped the top button of his jeans, then inched back just enough to loosen the belt of her coat. “It’s on my radar. This kind of cheap tactic doesn’t bring positive attention, I’ll tell you that.” Picking up his hand, she watched the nuances of his expression as she brought it up to kiss his fingertips. “No, that’ll reinforce this shit…” His mind was somewhere else. She had two choices: either leave or take control. If the physical was what he wanted, it was what he was going to get. “Eth, there’s no way I alter the terms. I don’t care what is on the table.” Lowering his hand, she slipped it into her coat to press it against her breast, squeezing him hard against her sensitive flesh. It only took a flicker of a second for his expression to change and his attention to drop. She smiled and yanked his fly, opening the rest of his buttons. “I’ve gotta go, Rainie’s here. Everything else just became a distant second.”
Again, he didn’t give his compatriot a chance to respond. He hung up and tossed his phone aside. His fondling hand stayed busy, while the other rose to cradle her face, tipping her chin up with the pad of his thumb as he descended to kiss her.
Yes. That sweet touch of his mouth was the gateway to her pleasure. Their pleasure. For the first time, she could relax and savor the urgency of that press, the warmth of his breath, the glorious desire of his tongue.
Making love wasn’t in the cards. The rocket fast escalation of the tender kiss exploded. Their mouths battled, demanding more, devouring each other. Need became command. Want, addiction.
Snagging his neck, she pulled him closer, alight with a fire burning strong. She fought to cast off her trench and caught his neck again just as he hooked a hand under her thigh to pick her up. It was right. Being with him was more than just coming home. It was what they should’ve been doing from the minute they met. Her being had been crafted to join with his. This was it. The true course.
The cold counter met her ass, but the shock only jolted her body closer to his. Opening her mouth wider, she begged for more of him. Their hands worked on instinct, tracing and exploring their newest mate. Quakes of electricity seemed to follow his fingertips as they trailed up her sides, over her shoulders and down to her breasts.
There would be time for slow and careful later. In that moment, she only wanted one thing; she wanted it there and then. Slipping her hand into his pants, she didn’t need to do anything to get him ready; he was already there. Squeezing him through the cotton of his underwear, she caressed him, earning herself a groan of satisfaction.
She’d never been so pleased to please a lover. Throwing a forearm up around his neck, she pulled herself higher, demanding more from his kiss while her hand worked faster.
He pulled back. “Wait…” he panted. “Wait, wait a second.”
“There are rubbers in my coat pocket,” she purred, kissing his jaw and throat.
“How did you get naked so fast?” he asked, discombobulated.
“I arrived like this,” she said, still kissing.
“She arrived like this,” he whispered. “Jesus Christ.”
“You think only your fancy supermodels know how to make an entrance?” she asked, dragging her teeth across his flesh. “Let’s do it here. Right here.”
Maybe not the most romantic of settings, but that was sort of the point.
Sweeping her hair away from her face, he used the pressure to push her head back and make eye contact. “Is this what you want?”
She wasn’t sure she liked his discernment. It suggested he wasn’t as blinded by lust as she felt.
“I respect your choice,” she said, squeezing his cock again. “Do you want me to do something for you? Take control. Tell me what you need.”
