“So, are we gonna just stand here or will you take me to your room and fuck me? Because I’m still pissed you didn’t accept my blow job which, might I add, was served to you with no strings attached,” I pointed out.
He relaxed and that beautiful smile as always melted my insides. Placing his arms underneath my legs he lifted me up, carrying me up the stairs. “Our room, Charlotte, not mine.”
He opened the door to the bedroom, and before us was a large king sized bed. I was giddy at the thought; it was like seeing your boyfriend’s bedroom for the first time, except we weren’t in high school and he was my husband. He placed me gently on the bed; no doubt if I wasn’t pregnant he would have just thrown me. I waited eagerly as he took his jacket off and threw it over the chair before climbing onto the bed and over me.
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you in this bed?” he whispered.
“Probably the same amount of times I’ve imagined being in this bed.”
“I’m warning you now, I won’t last long. Expect me to fuck you, and fuck you hard, and then I’ll make sweet love to you all night long,” he spoke as he nibbled my ear.
“Well I…” he forced his lips onto me, his body pressing against mine, but somehow he managed to not put pressure on my stomach.
“I hope you’re not attached to this blouse…” I was just about to speak when he ripped it open and buried himself in my breasts, my body caving and pushing out the image of Eric having a heart attack because it was vintage Valentino. His hands slid up my skirt and gripped my ass so tightly that I squealed with delight. I tried to wiggle out of my panties but Lex had other ideas, pushing them aside and ramming his cock into me.
Whoa steady on.
He like a magician because I didn’t hear the buckle of his pants…Oh my god, Charlie stop…he is fucking you. He pushed in deeper, his mouth sucking hard on the base of my neck till he bit on me slightly and I was coming undone…
…
“Good morning, Mrs. Edwards.”
I could barely open my eyes, the jetlag had worn me down as well as the constant lovemaking. I turned to look at the clock, 7:15, where the hell did Lex get all his stamina from? That would make it what…New York time... count back five…
“It’s 2am in New York if that’s what you’re trying to figure out.”
“You look very handsome…eatable…” I felt the pool form between my legs as I said the words, god my husband was so yummy in his perfectly pressed suit. He sat on the edge of the bed and I couldn’t help but ogle his vest. Fuck me sideways, backwards, and frontwards.
“Did you know a suit to women is like lingerie to men,” I teased.
He pulled the bed sheet off, admiring my naked body.
“Like a naked body to men,” he leaned in and sucked on my nipple. I squealed with delight because the sensation was so much more intense while I was pregnant. “But I can’t be late. Rain check?”
I pouted; I knew he had to work and that it had been eating him up while we had been travelling. “Go, I’ll see you tonight.”
“How about you drop by the office before lunch, then we can grab something to eat?” he promised.
I nodded, excited by the fact that I was in London. Wow, so much I wanted to do today.
“I need to go. I’ll leave you alone to snoop around. If you’re looking for my secret porn stash, it’s on my computer. The password is Charlotte69Edwards.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Would I kid about you and 69s?”
He kissed me goodbye and headed out the door. I lingered in bed for a while, checking my phone before my stomach rumbled and the kitchen called. I took my time looking at his DVD collection, his books, his wardrobe, running my hands along his perfectly pressed suits before I made my way to his computer. Okay, so I was curious. I mean, who wouldn’t be, right?
/> I logged on and in his documents I found the folder titled “private”. I rolled my eyes (how creative) but as I searched I wasn’t prepared for the folders to be categorized. I sent him a text.
I never figured you to be so anal about anal.
I laughed at myself; where was Eric when I needed him? He would have totes pissed his pants over that comment.
Having fun I see. I’m very anal over your anal.
Oh damn. Your own fault, Charlie. I decided to shut down and head out. There would always be porn. I was dressed in jeans, knee-high boots and my fancy jacket that I bought back home. My hair was let out loose, the weather had cooled overnight. New York was cold but London entered the ‘freezing my tits off’ zone. I made my way over to Lex’s office and arrived at the top floor. All at once his staff ran in circles; they were mostly blond, a few redheads, ebony hair but not one brunette. What a control freak. I walked up to the desk, a young twenty-odd-something-year-old greeted me; quite possibly everything about her was fake, from tits to nails. I smiled, asking to see Lex.