Then he was on top of me, the gleam in his eyes nothing short of possessive as he spread my legs with his hips and thrust into me. “I haven’t forgotten about you either, baby. I sure as fuck haven’t stopped wanting you.”
As if he was trying to drive home his point, he thrust into me with an animalistic frenzy. It was no less rhythmic than it had been before, nor did the wildness of his actions make him any less talented.
There was an edge to him tonight that was different, sure, but the end result was the same. Two orgasms blew me to smithereens before his kisses put me back together again, but it was only when I opened my eyes again after number two that he followed me over the edge.
“Fuck. Luna. I’m—” Cyrus’s moans mingled with mine in the air as he tensed and his hardness pulsed deep inside me. I felt him swell and my toes curled as his pelvis ground against my clit.
“Cy. Oh, God. Cyrus.” My back arched as waves of bliss spilled from my core to my extremities, caught in the powerful current of aftershock after aftershock.
Our bodies moved together in a staccato rhythm as we rode out our climaxes, holding on to each other as though trying to use the other as an anchor. When we finally stilled, I felt Cyrus’s breaths warm my skin and wrapped myself around him even tighter, holding him to me for just a minute longer.
Hearts slamming against the other’s chest, we lay like that for a long time before he finally pulled out to take care of business. I’d felt empty of him before but never as bereft as I did now.
During the past couple of weeks, I hadn’t even realized how much I missed doing this with him until I had it again. Why had I avoided him?
Sure, the shop was having financial problems, but it wasn’t like abstaining from sex was going to fix that. I also hadn’t answered him about Italy and not knowing how to tell him why I couldn’t go had been a big motivating factor behind not wanting to spend time with him alone.
He hadn’t brought it up, though. I supposed it was entirely possible that he’d guessed my answer by now. Cyrus wasn’t stupid, and if a person hadn’t answered a question like that in all this time, it was unlikely they were going to say yes.
When he crawled back into bed, I laid my head on his shoulder and fitted myself against his side. “Can you stay tonight?”
“No, I’m sorry.” His arms curled around me too, as if it was starting to feel as natural for him as it was for me. “I have to leave the city for the weekend for a conference upstate early in the morning and I haven’t even packed yet.”
“Oh, okay.” I tried not to let the disappointment raging through me show. I’d been pulling away from him for weeks due to no fault of his. It made no sense to feel rejected by him. “Hope you have fun at the conference.”
He chuckled darkly and his features twisted into a grimace. “I’d hardly call it fun, but it’s an event I committed to ages ago. I couldn’t cancel now even if I’d much rather spend the rest of the weekend buried between your legs.”
“You say the sweetest things to me,” I teased.
“Only because you have the sweetest pussy around, babe.” He propped himself up on one elbow and treated me to his sexiest smile, that lock of hair falling across his forehead again.
It was too tantalizing to pass up, so I reached for it and brushed the hair out of his face, letting my hand linger there. “You know I was being sarcastic, right? That’s really not a sweet thing to say.”
His body shook against mine with laughter. “Coming from me? That’s just about the sweetest it gets. I wouldn’t want to spend a weekend burying myself to the hilt in just any pussy.”
For some reason, his statement made flutters go off in my stomach. In his own, highly inappropriate way, Cyrus had just told me that he still only wanted me. It shouldn’t have meant a thing to me, but it did. Because despite the nature of our relationship, I still only wanted him as well.
No one else. Just Cyrus.
“I have a conference call on Monday, but I’ll talk to you sometime after,” he said. “We’ll see if we can meet up. Unless you’re going to be too busy with the shop?”
“No, let’s talk after. I won’t be too busy.” The shop wasn’t too busy either, which was the problem. “Do you mind staying for a little while? Just until I can fall asleep.”
“Sure, baby.” He kissed my eyelids and lay back again. “I’ll leave your keys in the mailbox, okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered, the overwhelming exhaustion I’d felt earlier creeping up on me again.
When I woke up a couple of hours later, Cyrus was gone but his masculine scent clung to my sheets. I had a feeling I should appreciate it being there for now because sooner or later, I was going to have to start working on my actual escape plan and not just the point when I would have to do it.
Chapter 26
Cyrus
“Good afternoon, Mr. Coning,” Eddie, the owner of one of the businesses I’d invested in, greeted me on Monday. “Thank you for calling in today.”
“It was the least I could do, considering that you rescheduled the meeting for me,” I said, smiling into the webcam mounted on top of my laptop.
I was at home, relaxed in shorts and a T-shirt. One of the perks of my job was that I could be naked most of the time while making million-dollar deals and no one would ever know.
I’d tried it once or twice, just to see what it would feel like, but it had been too weird. Even for me. Most of my business was done with men anyway and being naked while talking to a bunch of boring men wasn’t really my thing.
Eddie’s eyes flashed with surprise as he looked into his own cam, leaving me to wonder why. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and now that I was looking at him properly, I realized he looked terrified.
“What’s up, Eddie?” I frowned. “Have you got bad news?”
He shook his head. “No, not at all, sir. In fact, I have great news. We’ve doubled our profits since this quarter last year, and as of last week, we’re the leading small environmental cleanup company in the state.”
“I wasn’t aware of that.”
“We received the news on Friday afternoon, sir. Only after close of business, which is why I didn’t call you right away. It’s being announced this week.” The man was practically sputtering. His face went red and I was pretty sure I saw sweat streaming out of even his ears now.
“Jesus, Eddie. Are you okay? Congratulations, but you look like shit. What’s going on?”
“Nothing, sir. It’s just that…” He trailed off, his eyes not even meeting mine on his own computer screen. “I was a little afraid of giving you feedback after last time, sir.”
“What? Why?” I tapped my screen, and sure enough, he finally lifted his head up again. “Why the fuck would you be afraid of reporting back to me?”
“Well, sir…”
It dawned on me then. “I was that much of a dick?”
He flushed but nodded and laughed nervously. “Yes, sir, but I mean, it’s to be expected. You invested a whole bunch of money with us and—”
“Tell you what. Let’s start over today. I’m in a good mood and your company is doing better than we ever expected. Call me Cyrus and stop fucking stammering.”