So. Fucking. Hot.
“Yes, sugar. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop until you come.”
The wet glide of her silky skin was almost too much. Tension grew, but I wanted to watch her come like this.
She cried out, her rhythm suddenly changing. Her pussy pulsed against my shaft and I moved with her as she came. Watched while she came apart beneath me.
Her movements slowed and her eyes opened. “Wow.”
I sure liked hearing that. “Was that good, sugar?”
The corners of her lips turned up in a smile. “Amazing.”
“Good. Fuck, you’re sexy.” I moved through her wetness again, my cock aching for release.
She wrapped her fingers all the way around my shaft and stroked. My hips jerked and I thrust into her hand with a deep groan.
“Bring it up here.” She met my gaze with a wicked gleam in her eyes, then let go of my cock and squeezed her tits together.
“Holy shit,” I said before I could stop myself. Who was this woman?
“Do you want to?” She squeezed them again and slid her fingers over her hard nipples. “Because I think you do.”
“Are you kidding?” I moved up her body, settling with my thighs on either side of her ribcage. We had just enough room. “Baby, I’d love to fuck those tits.”
A hint of shyness crept into her expression and she shifted her grip on herself. “I’ve never done this before, so…”
I let my erection settle in between her tits. “Truth? Neither have I. But I can’t fucking wait.”
“Really? This is a first?”
“Sure is.”
She pushed her tits together, wrapping me in her soft flesh. “I kind of love that.”
“I kind of do too.”
And I really did. If I was going to experience something new with anyone, I wanted it to be Sophie.
“Okay, Cox.” Meeting my eyes, she squeezed harder. “Fuck my tits.”
Just hearing filthy words on my sweet sugar bug’s lips was almost enough to make me come before I’d even started. With a groan, I moved my hips, sliding my hard length between her beautiful breasts.
It wasn’t just the way it felt—and it felt fucking amazing—that made it the single hottest thing I’d ever done. It was the way it looked. Sophie’s hands on her tits and my cock thrusting between them. I watched in awe while she squeezed herself around me. While my cock, coated in her wetness, rubbed against her silky-smooth skin.
My back stiffened and my muscles flexed. The pressure was almost unbearable. Growling like an animal, I drove harder. Moved faster. I reached down and laid my hands over hers, pushing her tits tighter around my cock.
Losing control, I grunted hard. My hips jerked, my thrusts erratic. And I came undone.
I grunted with each pulse, grinding my teeth together, my cock throbbing. Thick ropes of come burst out the tip, splashing across Sophie’s neck and chin. A primal part of me, deep inside, reveled in the sight of my come on her skin, my cock slick and sliding between her tits.
Mine.
Slowing, I loosened my grip on her and paused to catch my breath. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.” Her eyes flicked to her chest. “That was fun.”
I grinned and climbed off her. “Don’t move.”
I got a washcloth and a clean towel out of a closet and ran the washcloth under warm water. Sophie lay draped across the couch, one arm resting above her head, the other on her stomach. Her hair was wild around her face and her cheeks flushed a sweet shade of pink.
“Let me get that for you.” I crouched next to her and cleaned her up, gently wiping her with the washcloth, then patted her dry with the towel.
“Thank you.”
She sat up and I grabbed a throw blanket, then settled in next to her and draped it around both of us. She relaxed against me, her head resting on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her.
“Who knew that sweet little thing in pigtails would grow up to be such a dirty girl?”
She laughed. “You must bring it out in me. I’m not usually that dirty.”
“That feels like a damn good accomplishment.” I nuzzled my cheek against her hair. “We good, sugar?”
“Yeah. We’re good.”
I nodded, enjoying the feel of her warm body next to mine. Getting a little dirty with Sophie was great, but I had a lot more going on inside me than just the satisfaction of an orgasm—even one as mind-blowing as I’d just had. I was both sated and relieved. Something about this moment felt natural. Like coming home to Sophie after a long week away.
On some level, that made me nervous. But on another, I wanted to just roll with it and see where it took us. Even if it was somewhere completely unexpected.
In fact, I had a strange suspicion that it would be.
25
Cox
Monday morning rolled around all too quickly. Sophie and I spent the weekend holed up at home, making me feel that we were a hell of a lot like a… well, a married couple. Waking up in bed together and indulging in some delicious morning sex. Sipping coffee in the kitchen. Cooking meals and sitting down to eat together. It was all very domestic and enjoyable in a way that I wouldn’t have anticipated.
The truth was, I liked her. A lot. And I liked her for more than her body—sex goddess though she was. I liked her company. Her smile. Her hair, especially the way it looked when it was wild in the morning. The way she knocked things over and tripped over her own feet and yet nothing seemed to get her down.
Some very strange thoughts about Sophie and this whole marriage thing kept trying to push their way to the forefront of my mind. And I kept pushing right back because they were clearly crazy. Sure, I liked her, but that didn’t mean…
Anyway.
I got my head on straight for a call with Irene Prager to update her on the status of the project. Then I had another meeting with my engineering team. So far, things were going to plan—more or less. We were roughly on schedule, and if a few more pieces fell into place, we’d be breaking ground right on time.
Walking back to my office from the conference room, I caught sight of Althea. She was at her desk, focused on something on her laptop.
A hit of unease made my shoulders tighten. Had she really met with Dominic behind my back? I didn’t want Sophie to be right, because if Althea set her mind to it, she could do a lot of damage, both to my company and to me personally. But if Sophie was wrong, had she simply been mistaken? Or had she lied to me for some reason?
Not a lot of good options.
I veered into Althea’s office and shut the door behind me.
She looked up. “What’s up?”
For some reason, Sophie’s dad and his interrogation popped into my head. No bullshit.
“Did you meet with Dominic last weekend?”
Her face registered surprise, but only for a split second before her features smoothed over. “As a matter of fact, I did.”
Well holy shit, Sophie had been right. I was strangely relieved by that.
“Then the obvious questions are why, and why didn’t you bother to mention that to me?”
She met my eyes, nothing but confidence in her expression. “The first thing he did when he got out of rehab was hire a PR firm. I don’t give a shit if he tries to spin this into some kind of brave comeback story. I do care if he tries to pull anything with you or this company. I wanted him to know that if he’s thinking about any kind of litigation against us for how your partnership ended, he has no ground to stand on, so he shouldn’t waste his time. Or money. We’ll bury him.”