“I know. It was me. I was kind of a dick.”
“You think?” she said.
“My marriage wasn’t what it looked like.”
“It looked like you were looking for a model with money and fame,” she said dryly.
“I was.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Well then, I guess that clears up any questions I had.”
“No. I mean, yes, but it’s not what you think. I was struggling to reach the next step on my climb to the top. I was close but not close enough. No one would give me a chance. Mel and I met at a party. She knew people. She was looking for a man to keep her living the lifestyle she was accustomed to. I wasn’t really wealthy back then, but she knew I would be. She pushed the idea of marriage, and I’ll admit, she dangled a carrot in front of me I couldn’t resist. Our marriage opened doors. I was able to meet people and get the investment I needed to really step into the financial world.”
“You used her?” she asked.
I wrinkled my nose. “I suppose I did. I didn’t set out to do it. I think we used each other. She liked the idea of being a power couple. For two years, we were. We were invited to every ball, party, and charity event. But at home, we hated each other. She was sleeping with just about every man she could get her hands on. We never loved each other. It was a marriage of convenience. When it was no longer convenient, we divorced. She remarried almost immediately. I chose to throw myself into my work. I’m sorry for what I did. I should have explained it better. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”
She had a look on her face that I couldn’t quite decipher. “You didn’t,” she said and got to her feet. She moved behind me and put her hands on my shoulders and began to massage. “I didn’t hold it against you.”
I laughed. “Liar.”
“Okay, I didn’t like you, but it wasn’t like I dwelled on it. I went on with my life.”
“And had a baby,” I said.
Her hands massaged deeper. “I did,” she whispered.
A moment later, I felt her mouth on the back of my neck. She kissed my neck before moving to my earlobe. Her hands stopped massaging and slid down my chest. She dropped her head and nuzzled my jaw. “Are we all alone out here?” she asked.
“As alone as we can be. No one is going to be peeping, but baby, can we please go inside? I’ve got a big bed. A really big bed that we can stretch out on and really have a good time.”
She giggled and stood up. I grabbed her hand and pulled her around. “Did you get enough to eat?” I asked as I looked up at her.
She nodded. “I did.”
I got to my feet. “Good, because you are going to need your strength.”
I picked up my glass and downed the rest of my liquor. She smirked and did the same with her wine. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Let’s do this.”
Chapter 63
Saige
He led me to his bedroom and pulled me toward his bed. “It is a really big bed,” I said with a laugh. “You could sleep ten people in this thing.”
“I don’t swing that way,” he said. “I am not a young man. I could never please nine women at once.”
I pushed against his chest. “You assume you would be the only stud in the bed.”
“In my fucking bed, I will always be the only one.”
I laughed. I knew he wasn’t joking. He was way too alpha to ever relinquish his power. I liked it that way. I liked that he was alpha. “You know, I’m a very strong woman,” I said as I trailed a finger down his chest.
“I do know that,” he said in a husky voice.
“What you don’t know is that I’m tired of being strong. I’m tired of making a hundred decisions a day. I want you to dominate me. I want you to be in control. I’m yours to command.”
He grabbed my wrist and held it suspended between our bodies. “Then let’s start with this,” he said and dropped my arm. “Take off your clothes. Don’t rush. Take it slow. I’m going to sit right there and watch.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Okay.”
“Don’t talk. Just strip.”
He was really embracing the alpha thing. I waited until he sat down before I started to take off my clothes. I stripped down to my bra and thong and waited for instructions. “Turn around,” he said.
I turned around and waited. “Take off the bra,” he ordered.
I reached behind me and waited for the next order. “Turn around.”
I was suddenly nervous. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me before. “Panties,” he growled the word. I knew what he was asking and quickly complied.
I left my arms hanging at my sides. He looked his fill while rubbing his dick. It was a turn-on to watch him look at me with lust. “Get on the bed. Sit. Legs open.”
I moved to do as he requested. His bed was a little on the high side. I literally had to crawl on. I got situated and sat as he instructed. He rose from the chair. His erection was clearly visible in the jeans. I silently prayed he would lose the pants. I was wet and ready for him.
He stood in front of me, and before I could prepare myself, he slid a hand between my legs. One finger slipped inside me. My reaction was immediate. I started to orgasm, crying out and falling back onto the bed. He worked a second finger inside me. His other hand reached up and grabbed my shoulder and pushed me against the bed.
I let out a loud cry once again. I let it all out. I held nothing back. “Come again,” he growled.
I writhed on the bed with my legs spread wide. He stood beside the bed fully clothed as he fingered me. The demand and control he wielded was the best aphrodisiac. I felt like I was swimming in pure lust. My brain was foggy. Only my pleasure sensors were working.
“Dammit, I have to be inside you,” he roared.
I managed to sit up and watch him strip out of his clothes in record time along with extracting a condom from his jeans. Once he was naked and protected, he stopped moving. He stared at me with his chest heaving. I could feel his need. My eyes dropped to his erection and focused on the power I saw there. It was intense. I got chills.
“We’ve got all night,” he said.
I nodded. “We do.”
“I’m going to tell you now, I’m so close to exploding. I’m going to push inside you. Your slick heat is going to scorch me and I’m not going to be able to resist. Your sweet pussy will squeeze me until I’m completely lost in the moment. I’m going to erupt inside you, and you are going to explode with me.”
I listened to his words and felt myself taking that journey. His way with words was a special talent. “Okay,” I breathed.
“When I’m done, we’re going to take five minutes and then I’m going to take you again. And then again. By the time we’re done, you’re not going to be able to get out of this bed.”
I nodded. My mouth was dry. I could think of nothing else but him being inside me. “Get up here,” I told him. I didn’t care I was supposed to be listening to him.
He lifted me, positioning me on the bed with my head resting on his pillows. He climbed up my body, and his hairy legs scraped over mine. He supported some of his weight on his elbow. For the first time that night, he kissed me. It was a lot different than any other kiss we shared. It felt more intimate. Our naked bodies pressed together. The comfort of the mattress heightened the pleasure.