“I take it you missed me?” she asks against my lips, tightening her legs on my waist as I finally make it to her room.
“Very much.”
I don’t even give her time to think before I drop her to the bed, and start undressing. She watches me, scooting her naked body up on the bed as she tosses the towel away.
When she bites down on that bottom lip, I finish stripping and grab her ankles, jerking her down the bed. A small squeal of surprise escapes her, but I roll on the condom, adjusting myself between her legs on her very high bed.
As soon as I’m lined up, I thrust in, feeling her walls squeeze against the abrupt intrusion. She moans and arches her back, looking like every fantasy I’ve ever had.
Gripping her hips, I set a harsh rhythm, fucking her with abandon, letting her moans and gasps fuel me and guide me. When she goes stiff and her pussy clamps down on me, heat spreads through my spine, and an electric current rolls over me in the form of pleasure.
Her mouth parts as she grips the sheet beneath her, her fists twisting in the soft fabric on the messy bed.
My pumps grow lazy until my hips still completely, and she pants while grinning up at me.
“Hi,” she says, laughing lightly.
I laugh too before dropping to her.
“Hi.”
Rolling over, I toss the condom into the trashcan beside the bed, then face her again, running my finger along her cheek.
She forces me to move up more comfortably on the bed when she moves, making sure she can lie down.
“Who’s Jake? And why does he have a key?”
Her smile spreads like she’s enjoying a private joke.
“Jealous much?”
I narrow my eyes, and she snickers while tossing a leg over my hip and pillowing her head on my bicep.
“He’s my business partner. He just left a few minutes ago, and I thought he might have forgotten something. He thinks it’s funny to make me jog through the house instead of using his key. He acts like I’m going to confuse him for a robber and accidentally stab him or something.”
I don’t like Jake having a key to her house, especially since I don’t know him.
“What’s his last name?” I ask, fully prepared to do a complete background check on this guy—and see what he looks like.
I really am jealous.
Fuck.
“He’s a silent partner, and it’s in our agreement that I don’t give out his surname. Sorry, but that’s how it is. Our latest business thing took a few days longer than expected, but we decided to be thorough. Besides, we’ve known each other forever. He’s like a brother to me. Don’t worry. I can assure you nothing sexual is going on.”
“Is he gay?” I ask hopefully.
She grins broadly. “He’s bisexual, but he tends to lean toward men more than women.”
“It’d be better if he was gay.”
When she laughs, it’s a cute sound, so carefree again. I swear she seems lighter and happier every time I see her.
I frown when my fingers come back red from the side of her head.
“Are you bleeding?” I ask, worried as I try to inspect her hair. How fucking rough was I?
Her eyes widen as she stares at my fingers. “Um…no. That’s from some painting I was doing with Jake. I guess I missed some.”