Hard.
With Halton, I had discovered a part of me I didn’t know existed. He brought out the sensual side I had denied for so many years. Sex with Scott had been tepid at best. Sex with Halton was mind-blowing. Thrilling. Addictive. He pleasured me in ways I didn’t realize could happen, and I found myself reciprocating, wanting to give him some of the ecstasy he so freely brought out in me. He made me feel sexy. Beautiful. Wanton and needy.
I sighed and turned off my tablet. I was about to get up when music began to play from the speakers. A low, sensuous beat filled the room. I gaped when Halton appeared in the doorway.
He held his hat dipped low over his eyes and wore only a bright blue tie and boxers. His briefcase was in front of him, and he posed in the doorway, his pecs tight, arms bulging, and abs crunched in a perfect six-pack. He raised his head, his lips curled into a devilish grin.
“Welcome to the show, FeeNelly.”
Then he began to move. Slow, sexy steps that brought him closer. He stopped in front of me and doffed his hat, placing it on my head. He bent and kissed me. “Private, for your eyes only, love.”
I giggled and lifted my arms in appreciation.
What a show.
His briefcase was discarded, revealing a far more stimulating offering. His cock was erect, straining against the black cotton. He moved to the beat of the music, bending, stretching, arching, and yes—thrusting. He shimmied and shook, stopping to drop kisses to my lips and letting me stroke him.
I wished I had a bunch of bills to stuff into his waistband. Instead, I clapped and whistled, slapping his ass when he turned and bent, the offering too good to resist. He turned, his eyes dark. “Touching the merchandise, Fee?”
My breath caught as he pulled his tie over his head and dropped it around my neck, tightening it so it rested on my collarbone. “I like my clothes on you.”
I looked down, blushing. I had grabbed the T-shirt he had discarded earlier and worn it after dinner. It smelled like him and was so long, it brushed low on my thighs.
He bent and laid his hands on my knees, pressing his thumbs into the dimples and then pulling my legs apart. He eased closer, his crotch at eye level as he gyrated, moving his hips in time to the beat of the music. He ran his hands over his torso, lifting his arms in the air and thrusting his pelvis.
“You want to touch, baby?”
I nodded, my throat too dry to speak.
He flexed his pecs, making me whimper.
“Are you wet for me, Fee?”
“Yes.”
“You like what you see?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Show me how much you like it. Spread those legs wide for me.”
I did as he instructed, shimmying forward and pulling up the T-shirt. He traced the edges of my lacy underwear.
“You are wet,” he moaned. “Fuck, I love that.”
He wrapped his hand around the tie and tugged me closer. “You know what else I love, Fee? Rewards. Rewards for a job well done,” he murmured.
“I have no money.” I played along, knowing exactly what he wanted.
He yanked on the tie, and I slid my hands around his waist, dropping them to his tight ass and squeezing.
“You have something I want much more,” he rumbled, stepping closer so his cock grazed my mouth.
I yanked down his boxers, his erection springing free. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked the velvet steel. “Then let me reward you.”
Seconds later, I had his hot, heavy cock in my mouth. He groaned as I glided my tongue along the underside, teasing the crown, then took in as much of him as I could. He slipped his hands into my hair, not pulling or yanking, but guiding and light.
“Oh fuck, Fee. Yes. Like that.”
I gripped his ass tighter, slumping down farther into the sofa.
He fell forward, resting his hands on the back of the sofa. I arched closer, never releasing his cock from my mouth.
“Don’t stop, Fee. Don’t you dare stop,” he grunted.
I loved his reactions. The way I could make him fall apart. I sucked and licked. Teased and stroked. Moved one hand from his ass so I could play with his balls. He cursed and praised. Begged me to stop. Pleaded with me not to. I dug my fingers into the hard curves of his ass and swallowed.
He flung his head back, shouting my name as he came down my throat, the hot liquid filling my mouth. I took all he gave me, moaning around him and digging my nails into his firm ass.
When he was done, he stepped back, his semi-hard cock slipping from my lips. He gazed down at me, his chest heaving, his cheeks flushed from exertion.
“That was some reward.”
“That was some dance.”
“Was the thrust-y thing good?” He grinned.
“Meh, I think so.”
He bent, lifting me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, gasping as he carried me to the closest wall. The cold, smooth surface hit my back, his erection already growing between my legs. I rubbed my wet center against him.
“Let’s see if I thrust-y better when I’m balls deep inside you.”
I held on for dear life.
This was going to be an even better dance. I knew it.
I was looking forward to feeling the rest of his moves.
Halton
I stared at the documents in front of me, drumming my fingers on the desk as I went over them. Seeing the settlement for Fee typed out, the documents signed, and the offer in black and white disturbed me somehow.
I wasn’t sure if it was due to the fact that it wasn’t the amount I had wanted to get for her, the fact that Scott had followed through and signed the papers, or what it meant, knowing her divorce would move ahead and she would be free to live her life how she wanted.
With whomever she wanted.
The implications of which pressed at the corners of my mind.
Rene walked in, setting a cup of coffee on my desk. “What’s with the face?”
I reached for the coffee, glancing around Rene. Fee was still out, her desk chair empty.
“Fee’s divorce papers.”
He sat. “Ah. Not good?”
“It’s fine. Two million. She assumes none of his debt but claims nothing against the business.” I snorted. “And a nondisclosure about their marriage, the settlement, and everything surrounding it.”
He nodded slowly. “Given what you found out, it’s not a bad offer.”
I scrubbed my face. “No, it’s decent. Given his behavior, the drug issues, and the fact that his partners are at war with him over his drug use, I’m not surprised Jonas added a non-disclosure. Not that Fee would ever discuss any of this with people. She’s too private a person.”
“Why do you look so pissed off?”
“I wanted to get her more. I could push and get her twice this, if she allowed me to. I could bankrupt them all.”
“At what cost?” he asked, sounding so much like Fee that my lips quirked. “She doesn’t want blood, Halton. She wants to be free. This settlement can do that for her.” He cocked his head. “I’ve said this before. Don’t make this about you or your pride, or even what you want for her. Fee wants it done. Let the decision be hers.”
He was right. I flipped over the documents. “Okay. I’ll go through them with her when she returns.”
“What will happen next?”