“I know.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “It’s my turn.”
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
Her head snaps back, away from my chest, to look at me.
I kiss her scowling lips. “I haven’t had sex in more than two months, and if your very fuckable lips come anywhere near my dick, I’m not going to last ten seconds.”
She chuckles in my grasp. “Mr. Zanders, I never took you for a two-pump chump.”
“Well, Miss Shay, I never thought there was going to be a sassy flight attendant who came into my life and caused me to be abstinent.”
A soft smile overtakes her lips. “You didn’t have to wait. I never expected that, and it wouldn’t have changed anything for me. It wouldn’t have changed how I feel about you.”
“I know,” I reassure her, carrying her to my room. “But why would I want anyone else after I’ve had you?”
She buries herself into my chest as her arms tighten around my neck. “The praise kink is really doing wonders for my vagina, Zee.”
“I can tell. You’re soaking my stomach.”
“I’m not apologizing for that.”
Laughing, I kiss the side of her head. “As you shouldn’t.”
Entering my room, I flick on the light before placing Stevie on my bed. Her chestnut curls sprawl against my expensive sheets as her curvy body settles into the lux mattress.
She melts into it, getting comfortable. “Oh my God. I’m never leaving this bed.”
“Please don’t.”
“Really, though, how rich are you?”
My head falls back with a laugh. “Pretty fucking rich.”
“Your penthouse is so fancy. I feel out of place.”
Climbing right on top of her, Stevie’s legs spread around me. I lay my giant body on her, our chests flush as I kiss her slow and deep, holding her and stroking my thumb against her cheekbone.
“You’re fucking beautiful, and you’re in the exact right place. My fancy penthouse looks a hundred times better with you in it.”
“Even with my dirty Nikes and baggy jeans that you hate?”
“Especially with those.” I nudge her nose with mine. “And I don’t hate them. I just like giving you shit. But seeing you all dressed up at the gala, I realized how much I missed your thrifted style because that’s you. And I like you.”
Her face softens, cocking her head before her sassy brow lifts in a challenge. “Can you still fuck me as if you hate me, though?”
Wild fucking girl.
“First…” I kiss her lips, trailing my mouth against her jaw, grinding down on her. “I’m going to show you just how much I like you.” Pushing my hips into hers, I hide in the crook of her neck. “Then I’ll fuck you like I don’t.”
“Mmm, variety.”
Her hands run the length of my back as she tilts her hips, lining herself up with my dick and asking for friction. I gladly give it to her, ready to get these fucking sweatpants off so I can bury myself inside her.
Stevie’s soft hand dips into the waistband, finding my cock and stroking it.
“Fuck.” My face falls to her chest. “You feel so good.”
She bends both knees on either side of me, continuing to grip me with the perfect amount of pressure. “Zee, I need you.”
I push into her hand again, but at the same time, I have to focus on not coming from feeling her bare skin on mine. Lifting myself off the bed, I quickly jog into one of the guest rooms down the hall, needing a condom. I don’t keep them in my room because my bed is typically reserved for sleeping, but I’ll need to clear some space in my nightstand after tonight.
As I re-enter, I watch Stevie peel off her tank top as she sits up on my bed, leaving only her bra in place. It’s a deep shade of plum, all sexy and revealing, but still, it covers too much.
“Off,” I command, nodding towards her tits.
Her brows shoot up in challenge. “Off,” she retorts, motioning towards my pants.
I love when she’s a smartass to me. Initially, it was equally annoying as it was intriguing, but now it makes me crazy in the best possible way.
“You do the honors, sweetheart.” I take two leisurely strides to the bed as Stevie sits on the edge, spreading her legs as I stand in front of her.
Her eyes lock on mine as she unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor, all the while her confident gaze watches me admire her. This is a complete one-eighty from the last time she undressed in front of me, and I couldn’t be happier that it is.