Bracing myself above her, I found her nipple with my mouth. I lapped my tongue across her hard peak. Lavished one side with attention—licking and sucking. Then I moved to the other. Fuck, these tits were incredible. Full and soft, flushed with the heat of her arousal.
She was a goddess.
Her body moved with mine, her hips rolling, tits bouncing. Pressure built as I drove my cock in and out. I’d wanted this since the first moment I saw her. Now that I was getting it, she was amazing. She felt impossibly good. Like I fit inside her perfectly.
Muscles flexing, I fucked her harder. Faster. I couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t stop. Her breathy moans filled the air, a soft contrast to my rough grunts.
“Fuck, Sophie. I’m going to come so hard.”
“Yes. Do it.”
Her legs opened wider and I grabbed the headboard for more leverage. I pounded her relentlessly until my breath came fast and the heat and tension in my groin reached a breaking point. A few more thrusts, and I was ready to explode.
With a deep groan, I came fucking unglued.
My hips jerked, driving my throbbing cock deep inside her. Her pussy pulsed around me, squeezing and spasming as she came again. Fuck yes. Her second orgasm spurred mine to new heights, drawing it out until I was nothing but an animal, thrusting and groaning in a frenzy.
Finally, I came down the other side. Breathing hard, I leaned down to place soft kisses on her mouth. Her cheeks. Her neck. She ran her hands over my back and shoulders as I nuzzled her hair, taking in her scent.
Holy shit.
After taking a moment to catch my breath, I kissed her again, then climbed off her to go deal with the condom. She got up to use the bathroom, then came back and slid into bed with me.
Still feeling dazed from the best orgasm of my entire life, I wrapped my arms around her. And I knew two things beyond a shadow of a doubt.
One, I had not fucked Sophie in Vegas. There was absolutely no way I would have forgotten this woman, no matter how much whiskey I’d had. It was impossible.
Two, I was in big fucking trouble. Because I didn’t just want to fuck Sophie a few times to get her out of my system. There was no getting Sophie out of my system.
And I had no fucking clue what I was going to do about that.
21
Sophie
I poked around Cox’s kitchen, looking for a mug and some tea while his electric tea kettle heated water. It turned out he had quite the collection of both. The pantry had an entire shelf of various teas—loose leaf and bagged. And a cupboard contained both coffee mugs and some of the cutest little teacups with saucers.
Had to be Oliver.
The faint sound of the shower carried from the master bedroom. I’d slept with Cox last night. No, that wasn’t the right phrase. Cox had fucked me into oblivion last night. I’d sat on his… and then we’d… My cheeks flushed and a tingling pressure between my legs made me stop and squeeze my thighs together.
I let out a long breath. Last night had been my doing. He’d been a perfect gentleman, from that kiss after I fell, to the rooftop picnic, to the way he’d set me up in his guest room. I’d gone to bed and tried to sleep. I really had.
But he’d been one room away, and I hadn’t been able to resist.
I knew one thing for sure. We definitely hadn’t slept together in Vegas. I would have felt him in the morning, like I still felt him now. The pleasantly warm ache between my legs was a visceral memory of all things Cox. And I certainly hadn’t felt this way when I’d woken up at the Bellagio.
It was a relief to finally be sure.
The shower turned off. I poured hot water over a tea bag, wondering what happened now. I had so many feelings about going back to my apartment. I didn’t feel safe there anymore. But would Cox mind if I stayed? And if I did, where would I sleep? Would last night happen again?
This whole temporary marriage thing had gotten complicated.
Cox came out, his hair still damp from the shower, a towel wrapped low around his hips. The little smile on his lips made my heart skip.
“Finding everything you need?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m just making some tea.”
“I’ve got plenty of that. Oliver keeps buying more so he can see his tea shop girl.”
I laughed softly, dunking my tea bag a few times. “That’s so cute.”
“You’re cute, sugar bug.” He moved in closer and fingered one of my curls while his other hand slid around my waist. “I have a standing golf date with my mom today, then I have a flight to catch. I have to be in Houston all week. But first, we should run to your apartment and pick up a few things. As much as I like the way you look in my t-shirt, you probably want some clothes.”
“So you’re not planning to just drop me off at home?” I was half-teasing, but my heart did a hopeful little dance. Please say you want me to stay.
“You’re not staying in that apartment if I have anything to say about it.” He let go of one of my curls and it bounced against my neck. “My offer of a hotel room stands if that’s what you want. But I’d rather have you here.”
I smiled. “Then I’d love to stay. But are you sure you don’t mind me being here while you’re gone?”
“Of course not. Make yourself at home. I’ll be back Friday, and if you need anything in the meantime, just give Oliver a call. He’ll fix you right up.”
“Thanks. I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’m having brunch with my friend Nora today, so I’ll probably go straight there from my apartment.”
He leaned in and planted a few kisses around my ear and down my neck. “Sounds good, sugar. I’ll get dressed and we can head over.”
“Thank you. Really. For everything.”
He met my eyes and the corner of his mouth lifted. “It’s my pleasure.”
We both got dressed, then drove over to my apartment. The mess wasn’t as bad as I’d feared. The worst was the overturned bookshelf, and I tried not to think about how antique music box repair wasn’t exactly in my budget right now. A lamp in the bedroom was broken, but it was a cheap one I’d bought at a yard sale—easy enough to replace. Nothing else was damaged, just messy.
Cox helped me pick up and I packed some things to take to his place. I wasn’t sure how long I’d stay, so I stuffed a bit of everything into my bags. Work outfits, casual clothes, my running shoes. He insisted on taking it with him so he could bring it in the house for me, since he had to leave on a business trip in the afternoon. I gratefully accepted his help.
Since I was meeting Nora soon, I put on clean clothes and left straight from my apartment. I got to the restaurant and found parking not just on time, but early, thank you very much. Pausing, I gave my reflection in the window of the shop next door an air high five. A second too late, I realized there was a woman standing in the shop, just on the other side of the glass. She looked confused but raised her hand in a little wave, like she thought I’d waved at her but wasn’t sure why.
With a wince, I wiggled my fingers at her and moved on. Oops. That was awkward.
My phone buzzed with a text, so I got it out to check.
Cox: I have regrets.
I drew in a quick breath, my heart suddenly racing. He had regrets? About last night? About me staying with him?