“For some reason, I don’t believe you.”
“Believe it or not, you are one of the only men in my life I trust right now. Or really ever have.”
He takes the glass and puts it to his lips, downing a big sip. I do the same.
“Where is Jerome?” he asks, finally meeting my eyes.
“Asleep.”
“He looks like you.” That makes me want to smile.
“Thank you,” I reply quietly. His gaze falls to my chest, but it’s covered. I have one of his button-up shirts on that I pulled from his closet with only panties underneath. I wasn’t planning to come down here, but I couldn’t sleep, so here I am.
“Did you fuck him?” he asks, and I shake my head, readying myself for what he might ask next. “Did you ever plan to tell me the truth?”
“No.” I won't sugarcoat it because he may as well know the truth now. What do I have to lose?
“So you thought, what? Just stay here until you work out how to go back?”
“Yes…” I pause, my heart pounding. “You weren’t meant to happen, Joey. I mean, I knew I had been promised to you. But I figured I was married already, which I knew you didn’t know, and I couldn’t tell you. But I thought enough time had gone by that maybe the control of the contract had eased.”
“The contract never eases.”
I sigh, and he takes another big sip of his wine.
“We all heard about Keir’s contract. It’s been floating around in our world since it happened.” Keir was arranged to marry another woman, who is not his current wife. His circumstances are different, though. He was going to go through with it, despite the craziness that followed her. Until she started in on his current wife, then it was over. His love for Sailor is amazing, and I can see why he fell in love with her.
“Do you regret it?” he asks, and for the first time since everything went down, I see a flash of vulnerability in his eyes. I grip my glass and walk around the counter until I stand beside him. He turns his body, so we’re facing each other.
“Do I regret marrying you?” I ask him, and he nods once. Immediately I shake my head. “No, never.” I smile. “You were one of my best forced choices, apart from my son, that is.”
He pulls me closer, and I melt into him. I’ve been dreaming of being in his arms again. Before I can think or stop myself, I’m leaning down and kissing his lips. He lets me, though he doesn’t kiss me back at first. But like a clock that ticks, he seems to realize he has control. Holding me tighter, fully against him, so no air is between our bodies, he kisses me back with a force that only he can.
Joey takes ownership of my mouth, almost bruising it with his lips.
His hands roam my body and slide under his shirt until he reaches my hips. He lifts me as if I am no more than a toy until I’m on his lap. My legs wrap around his waist, and I start to move my hips. I moan as I feel him harden beneath me.
It feels…
… so fucking good.
Only Joey can bring this out in me.
Becca had filled me with butterflies, but Joey has me with every breath I take.
Who the fuck knows why?
Our lips separate, and his hands move down to my ass, pulling at my panties, snapping them at the sides. As soon as they are gone, my eager hands slip between us and reach for his zipper, trying to free his cock, but he stops me and pushes my chest back, breaking us apart. He tears my shirt open, and my breasts come into view. Licking his lips, he leans in and takes my nipple into his mouth. He groans against my skin as he moves to the other side as the sensations of his tongue’s caress, lips sucking, and teeth nipping have me turning into a whimpering mess. He then places gentle kisses on my stomach where I’m bruised, his fingers outlining them with gentle strokes.
I know he wants to ask me more questions—I can see it in his eyes. But I reach for him again, and he lets me pull him free this time. I scoot forward to push myself onto it, his shaft rubbing up and down my pussy. I need to lift to put him in, but I can’t stop moving right now. Just feeling him against me like this is perfect, and I close my eyes, taking in all the sensations.
“Are you hungry for my cock, darling?” The use of the word ‘darling’ sends shivers down my spine and directly between my legs. “Words,” he barks at me, halting my movements.
I say nothing, looking into his burning gaze before smashing my lips against his. He laughs as I lift my hips and hover over him. He’s faster, though, stopping me mid-air and making me wait.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, darling. That this cunt only wants me. And I’ll let you sit on it all day long.”
“Yes, it’s you, Joey. Only you!”