But Pierce is unfazed.
“A career often has a life of its own,” he says casually. “After all, look at me. I’m forty-five and have been working non-stop for twenty-five years. Is that what you want for yourself?” he asks quizzically, one black brow raised.
I sputter a little.
“Well, no not exactly,” is my slow confession. “I mean, I definitely see myself as a mother. Just not immediately. Well, I didn’t plan on that at least, and there are so many factors to consider,” I finish in a confused rush.
But Pierce merely takes another sip of his drink.
“Sweetheart, you’re young, I’ll give you that. But let’s just see how this goes, hmmm? What do you say?”
“No, absolutely not,” is my firm reply. “We have to do something about protection,” I reiterate. This time that handsome face breaks into a warm smile.
“Fine, fine. How about this? I’ll pull out each time. That way, we’ll have the best of both worlds. You get pregnancy protection, and I get to feel the slickness of that pretty pink pussy right on my dick.”
I gasp, looking around. Did anyone hear what he just said? But we’re seated behind palm fronds and the other diners are too far away.
“You mean, you’ll pull out right before you climax,” I say slowly.
He grins at me then. “Yes, that’s right,” he agrees amiably. “So what do you say?”
My mind turns it over. I’d rather he used a condom, or I used a diaphragm, but I can tell that Pierce isn’t the type. And I desperately want to feel him skin on skin as well, that hot cock pulsing in my warm, swollen folds. Oh god. To my shame, my head nods as those blue eyes flare.
“I guess so,” is my soft murmur. “But you promise, okay? You’ll pull out every time.”
My man’s eyes flare even brighter then, the cobalt blue almost burning my skin.
“Of course, sweetheart,” he says in a smooth drawl. “I promise.”
With that, I nod again before picking up the menu to stare at the cocktail options. But my eyes don’t see anything because what have I gotten myself into? I know that Pierce and I will be having sex non-stop. The heat between us is electric, and even though this is the nicest restaurant I’ve ever been to, the only thing I want is to leave and go to his penthouse. I want our bodies to be naked and writhing, straining towards one another. I want him to thrust into me again, and given the way the billionaire’s looking at me right now … it’s definitely going to happen soon.
15
Pierce
We can’t get into my penthouse fast enough. As soon as the front door shuts, we’re tearing at each other, kissing passionately. I can taste the champagne on Casey’s lips. But when I flip on the lights, the brunette gasps audibly and stares, saucer-eyed, at the sparkling city view and the impeccable interior design.
No time for any of that. I lead her to my bedroom and she falls against me, immediately.
“Take my dress off,” she whispers in my ear. I feel a prickle travel through my body, parts of my physique aching and stiff with desperation.
I lift her thick hair from her neck and gently unzip the red dress. The velvet is soft but her skin is even silkier under my hand. The outfit falls to the ground and she stands, voluptuous and beautiful, in lace undergarments and those sexy leopard spotted high heels.
“Okay,” I growl, “Where do we start? You’re so fucking gorgeous, honey.”
With a merry giggle, she kisses me, sliding her hand to my chest. She undoes the buttons of my shirt and peels it off. As she undresses me, she presses her soft, exposed skin against my body, making me practically ejaculate right there. Once I’m in my briefs, she removes her lingerie slowly, and twirls in those blasted high heels.
Oh fuck. I’m entranced by her luminous body, the creamy skin and pink nipples my weakness. I fall to my knees and began to stroke between her thighs. Good. She’s drenched, and immediately, my hand’s coated in her juices. Gently, I softly, sensually lick her clit, and the volume of her moans grows. I flick my tongue around her nub, doing figure eights, while gripping her by the thighs. I look up and watch her body undulate with pleasure and become so aroused I almost can’t continue. I let out my own involuntary groan of pleasure.
Casey falls back onto the bed, breathless with arousal and ecstasy as I continue to work between her thighs. She’s already beginning to come, and a heady stream of juice rushes onto my tongue as I gulp hungrily. Oh fuck. Casey tastes so good.
But this little girl is more than just ready. She’s dirty. Because the brunette looks down at me and then slowly gets on her hands and knees, baring herself fully. Then her fingers slide down, pulling her pussy lips apart so that I can see her gleaming pink insides, so tight and small.