His eyes crinkle. “I’m glad you approve, Elly.”
“How am I ever going to cook you a meal?” I muse. “If this is the norm for you. When was the last time you were in a supermarket?”
He starts laughing then looks serious. “Shit.” His brow furrows. “I can’t remember.” He has the grace to look a little embarrassed. “I have to be economical with my time. I spend at least twelve hours a day working, sometimes more.”
“Why are you interested in me, Tristan?” I study him. “What do I bring to the table?” I’m not talking about beef.
He frowns. “Is this a serious question? You’re intelligent, funny, and driven. You have a really mature head on you. In fact, Danny and Jack would say you are more mature than me.” He chuckles.
Then something in the way he looks at me changes.
“You take my breath away, Elly. I’m so insanely attracted to you, Elly,” his voice thickens with lust.
“You know, I think about you every night.”
I close my eyes briefly. The pain in his eyes from earlier is still haunting me.
“I think about you every night, too,” I whisper. “When Frank the Shagger is at it, I close my eyes and think of you.”
He laughs. “I’m not sure that’s a compliment. I might have to buy you earmuffs.” He nods to my empty plate. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart. Natalia will be happy. Is your Crohn’s okay?”
I frown. What a way to dampen the mood. Moving from his bad ex-wife to my bad bowel isn’t how I planned the conversation to go. I need to move us to the next course. I push my chair back and slowly walk to his side of the table.
He leans back in his chair.
Keeping my gaze fixed on him, I peel my lacy thong down my legs, then step each leg out of it.
He leans back further in his chair, watching the show.
I lift my sweater over my head so that I’m standing only in my leather skirt and red lacy bra.
His thighs spread as a ridge forms in his jeans.
Without speaking, I step between his legs, unbutton his jean button clumsily, and then pull down his zipper. When I push down his boxers, his erection juts upwards, thick and ready.
“You want it?” he asks hoarsely. “Take it.”
My knees drop to the floor between his thighs. I wrap my hands around the base of his shaft and push his cock deep into my mouth.
He groans and places his hand on the back of my head fisting handfuls of hair.
I yelp as he tugs too hard.
“Sorry,” he says, watching me from above.
With both hands wrapped around him, I suck him from the top to the base, thrusting him in and out of my mouth. I speed up, making him hit the back of my throat every time.
“Elly,” he moans.
Before he can climax, I withdraw him from my mouth. He grunts in response. Tough, I’m in control now.
I rise from my knees and wrap my legs around his hips, lowering myself down so I can grind myself against his length. I’m going to come just from rubbing myself against him.
“Sit on it,” he says, growling. “Stop teasing me.”
I want to have the willpower to tease him longer, but I’m too horny to last. With a sharp movement, I impale myself down onto his erection, crying out as I forget his size.
That’s the spot.
At this angle, I can force him deep. My thighs flex around his hips, and I move up and down, controlling the rhythm to my own enjoyment.
My fingers lock possessively around his square masculine jaw. I’ll never get over how handsome his face is, it’s why I can’t make myself last. His gorgeous thick dark locks flop over his forehead and he stares up at me with such adoration, I whimper.
“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” he says through clenched teeth, holding my hips with an iron fist.
“It’s fine,” I murmur. “I want to feel you come inside me.” With every thrust, I slide further into oblivion. This man is going to be the undoing of me.
My chest presses against his, and I can’t tell if his heartbeat or mine is racing or both.
My core clenches tighter each time I drive him into me, making his groans louder and more urgent. My body is in control now, not my head.
“You feel so good,” his voice is thick and heavy as I ride him. His head jerks back in pleasure. The tempo of our breathing quickens together as I buck so hard I’m close to falling off him. He blows out a final hiss of breath and erupts inside me, holding my hips tight in place.
He stays inside me for a long time, both of us reluctant to move.
Finally, I lift myself off. “I’m going to clean up,” I say, my voice hoarse.
I stumble to the master bathroom on shaky legs. I’m definitely taking a dip in that tub before work tomorrow. No wonder he smells like money. The soap is the type of soap they attach to the walls in luxury hotels so people don’t steal it. I chuckle to myself.
This bathroom is every IBD sufferer’s wet dream.
21
Tristan
My hand rests on Elly’s lower back as I lead her across the golf clubhouse. I use any excuse to touch her these days. There’s a not-so-subtle turn of heads from men as we traverse to the terrace, and I feel a flush of pride. That’s right, you can look all you want, but she’s mine.
I’m ashamed to admit that we have been inseparable since she first stayed with me last Sunday night. I don’t usually lose my cool over a woman this quickly, and I certainly don’t cancel on my friends, but this week I couldn’t help myself. The only night we didn’t see each other was when Daniel stayed.
Jack and Danny glance up from their seats, amusement flashing across both their faces. I shoot them a warning sign to be on their best behaviour.
“Elly, you remember Danny and Jack.”
“Nice to see you again, Elly.” Jack’s eyes gleam.
I wrap my arm around her waist. Jack’s a mate and would never overstep the boundary, but he’s still a bloke. He would need to be gay to not be attracted to her.