He clenches his jaw as he grows harder. I keep stroking him, teasing him with slight drops of my hips that almost allow him to slide inside. His breathing grows faster and quicker. We抮e both fully clothed, the skirt of my pink dress spread across his lap, covering everything we抮e doing. Somehow, that makes it that much hotter. Crew looks pained as he studies my boobs, just inches from his face.
揘o touching,?I repeat, before I let him slip inside me. Only the tip, and then I raise my hips out of reach.
He groans and I grin.
揧ou told me to fuck you bare last night. Why??
Crew asking about sex right before we have sex feels strangely intimate. I抳e never discussed the act with other guys I抳e slept with. It just happened. 揑t was our first time.?
He doesn抰 reply with a duh. But his 揑 know?isn抰 much better.
Crew isn抰 touching me. I抦 still setting the pace. But all of a sudden, I no longer feel like I抦 in control. 揑 figured you didn抰卽sually. And I抦 clean and on birth control.?He抯 young, hot, and heir to a multi-billion-dollar empire. If he抯 not wrapping it up, he抯 an idiot. And I don抰 think he is.
Talking in circles isn抰 my usual mode of communication, but I think Crew knows what I抦 saying. I wanted our first time to be something special, something different. Just the fact it was him wasn抰 supposed to be enough, even though it felt like it was.
I won抰 so much as allude to this, but I also want him to trust me. Stupid, considering I抳e given him several reasons not to. Considering I抳e lied. I抦 worried fessing up now might destroy any shaky trust we have built.
Crew holds my gaze as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his leather wallet. Silly disappointment fills me, but I keep a neutral expression plastered in place.
揥e should be careful.?He says the words as he rolls the condom on. I focus on what he抯 doing, so I don抰 have to look him in the eye.
揥e should,?I agree. Instead of telling him I haven抰 slept with anyone else in months. Instead of asking him whether he is sleeping with anyone else.
I tease him with a few more rolls of my hips, and then I drop my pelvis again. I抦 dripping, and he slides in with no resistance. Even deeper than last time.
Crew is swearing, his hands clenched into fists as he visibly restrains himself. 揚lease, Scarlett. Fuck, I梖uck. Move, Red. Please.?
I comply, and my release starts to build instantly. I抦 close, so close, and I feel the dredges of my willpower snap. I no longer care about being in control. About his insistence on wearing a condom. About the fact this trip is a respite from the reality we抣l have to face soon.
揟ouch me, Crew, please.?
I beg, and he doesn抰 tease me about it. He抯 suddenly everywhere. His lips suckle their way along my neck. One hand massages my breast, and the other sneaks between my thighs to touch the soaking spot where he抯 sliding inside me.
I detonate in seconds. Hot, blinding pleasure washes over every inch of me, lighting up every cell and spreading heat. Crew takes over, impaling me on himself again and again. Prolonging my release and jerking inside me as he finds his own.
I collapse against him, breathing heavily. My limbs feel loose and languid, wrung out.
His hands run up and down my calves.
揂nd they say reality doesn抰 live up to fantasy,?Crew whispers to me.
I smile against his hot skin.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CREW
When I walk into the conference room for the weekly eight a.m. chat on Monday morning, my father and brother are uncharacteristically silent. I抦 uncharacteristically cheerful. Scarlett and I returned from Italy on Saturday. Things between us are good梥hockingly good. She wandered into the home gym when I was working out this morning and we ended up having sex on a yoga mat. But our relationship hasn抰 become just physical. We agreed we抎 both be home by eight p.m. and eat dinner together. It feels like the start of a new normal, one I want a surprising amount.
I take a seat at the table meant for thirty. 揗orning.?
Oliver looks uncomfortable while my father appears grim. Something is wrong. For once, I wish someone else was in charge to handle whatever problem has surfaced. The final vestiges of the peace I felt with Scarlett last week slip away.
揥hat抯 wrong??
Apprehension grows when neither of them answer.
揑s this an actual problem or did one of you lose to a potential client on the course??
My father speaks first. 揑抳e been talking to Nathaniel Stewart about some investments.?
I look from my father to Oliver, searching for some clue of why that抯 an issue. 揙kay.?
Nathaniel Stewart was a couple of years ahead of me at Harvard. He抯 built up a solid reputation on Wall Street for smart investments in up-and-coming companies. Not the sort of business my father usually bothers with, but I could not care less. It抯 not something that should rise to the level of these meetings. There must be more to the story.