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"You're the one to talk. You've been nothing but professional."
He laughed. "That's because you said you would quit if I didn't." He threw up his hands in frustration. "What do you want from me, Betts?"
I turned my head to the window to avoid telling him what I really wanted, another night with him. More than one, even. But I couldn’t go there.
I shrugged like it was no big deal. "It doesn't matter. I mean, it looks as if whatever need you have will be taken care of by Johanna.”
He shook his head and turned to look out the window. Finally, he turned back to me and all the humor I'd seen before was gone. Instead, there was just intense frustration. "You accused me of only keeping you around to fuck you. Now you seem upset that I agreed to your terms, which was to keep everything professional between us. It wasn't what I wanted. I did it because you wanted it. And as far as Johanna goes, it's been over a year since I fucked her and more than that since I wanted to. You're the only woman who has turned me on in a long time. And the fucked up thing is that you still turn me on. But you told me—"
I couldn't take it anymore. He didn’t want Johanna. He wanted me. How could I resist that?
I launched myself into his lap and crushed my lips against his. It was stupid and wrong, but I couldn't help it. Everything about him pulled me toward him, from his honesty to his respect for me. And yes, it did my ego good to hear that the beautiful Johanna did nothing for him. I did.
13
Todd
Did I want Betts to be jealous and change her mind about our professional-only relationship? Yes, absolutely. Did I think making her jealous would work in making her change her mind? Not at all. Especially after I accused her of being jealous and she very calmly indicated there was nothing to be jealous of. I wasn't joking when I said “ouch.” That hurt. Sure, I was a lot older than her, and maybe I'd been a little rusty at sex, but I didn't think I was so unremarkable that it would be no big deal for her to brush me off. And yet, that was exactly the impression she'd given me.
And then somehow, the conversation came around to where I realized that we were both misinterpreting each other's behavior. She’d thought my ability to respect her no-touch rule was a sign that she was unremarkable. I’ll admit, it was frustrating to have her tell me we had to be professional and then for her to be upset when I respected that rule. She thought it had been easy for me when it hadn’t. Not at all. Certainly not as easy as she’d made it seem on her end.
But as it turned out, being professional hadn’t been so easy for her, either. And now she was in my lap, her skirt pulled up to her hips as her wet panty-covered pussy rubbed against my dick. Fuck, that was good. He was so hard that I was certain his tip was poking out of my waistband. I wanted to tear away her panties, shove my pants down, and thrust inside her right here, right now. I could probably do it. My driver was discreet.
But I didn't want a quick fuck in the backseat of my SUV. I wanted what I thought I was going to have the other night before everything fell apart—hours and hours of endless pleasure.
I slid my fingers under her panties and rubbed her clit. She gasped, and I took the moment to glance out the window to figure out where we were. We were just off the Vegas strip. Hotel central.
"Pull up to the hotel on this corner," I demanded of my driver. Then I dragged her lips back to mine and massaged her entrance, not wanting her to think too much lest she change her mind. I wanted her to stay in this haze of lust until I could get her to a place where I could fully dive into her body.
My driver pulled over, and I opened the door, tugging Betts out with me. I pushed her skirt down, then grabbed her hand and pulled her through the front door. The lobby, like all Vegas lobbies, buzzed and rang from slot machines.
"Are we getting a drink?" she asked as I led her to the front desk. Thank fuck, there was no line.
"We can have a drink later." I couldn’t imagine the hotel didn’t have room service or a bar, though I couldn’t be sure it had mini-bars in the rooms. I didn’t care about the amenities as long as the bed was large and the sheets were clean.
I booked us a suite, and with the keycard in hand, I guided Betts to the elevator, and when the elevator door shut, my mouth was on hers again. I'd made it this far without her questioning what we were doing or the wisdom of doing it, but I wasn't taking any chances. My mouth consumed her lips. My hand wrapped around her, tugging her close as I ground my cock against her so she knew just how desperate it was to have her. Her fingers gripped the lapels of my coat, and she moaned.
When we reached our floor, I half carried her up the hall to the room. My mouth was still on hers as I finagled the keycard over the handle. I heard the lock switch, and I opened the door, tugging her inside. I pushed the door closed and pressed her against it, dropping the key card so I could focus all my attention on her.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” I murmured against her neck as I took her hand and brought it to my dick. “That’s you, Elisabeth. Not anyone else.”
Her fingers wrapped as much around my dick as they could considering I still had my slacks on. I hissed out a breath as she squeezed and stroked. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head.
I dropped to my knees, pushing her skirt up and yanking her panties down. “What do I do to you?” Her glistening pussy told me what I did to her. Her arousal did my ego good, especially after thinking she’d so easily walked away from me.
This was my chance to bind her more fully to me, to keep her from walking away after this.
For a moment, I hesitated as I realized what I’d just thought. Bind her to me? What was I thinking? There was no doubt that there was something more than just sex pulling me to her, but I wasn’t able to name what that was.
I gave my head a quick shake. I didn’t have to define it now. I just wanted to make sure I could continue to be around Betts, spend time with her, touch her for as long as this attraction existed.
“Todd.” Her voice was desperate, and again, my ego soared knowing it was me she was desperate for. I rewarded her by dragging my tongue through her folds, holding her up by her hips as her legs trembled.
“Oh, God.” Her fingers threaded through my hair, gripping my head as I sucked and licked her pussy. Fuck, she tasted divine. I slid one, then two fingers inside her, making sure I rubbed against her sweet spot inside. I flicked my tongue over her clit, slowly driving her closer and closer to madness. Her hips rocked in rhythm, and she let out soft mewls that filled my chest with something I couldn’t name.
“Oh ... I’m coming.” Her entire body went taut, and her juices flowed around my fingers. I lapped them up, consuming them like they were the elixir of life.
I brought her down from the high and then rose, kissing her hard so she could taste how delicious she was. Her hands went to my clothes, and I helped her get them off me. I was about to fuck her, but she lowered down in front of me.
