“Ridley,” he moans, sparking a fire across the skin of my chest. The sound of my name in his mouth causes my pussy to clamp down hard on his shaft.
Crosby stills the movement of my hips. “Stay here with me.”
I feel confused. “I am here with you.”
“Hold still. Just stay down here with me, hold me inside you. I want to be still for a minute to look into your eyes. I want to memorize this moment.”
My voice goes husky, betraying the emotions I’m trying to hide. “Why?”
“Because this is special. You’re special.”
I crack.
“I…what am I supposed to say to that?”
“Surely everyone around you reminds you of how special you are.”
I shake my head. “Worshipers. Sycophants. Followers. Pretty people who like my daddy’s credit cards. What do you want from me?”
“I want you. I want you for myself. I want your kiss, your body, your smile, your conversations, the wiggle of your hips when you traipse around in those heels, your smartass mouth, the cat whisperer, the pout in your lips. I want all of it. I want all of you. Give me you.”
My thighs tighten around his hips and I grind on him, his cock so swollen inside me I feel as full and alive as I’ve ever felt. My aching clit rubs against him as we grind. The lump in my throat gives way, and the tears come at the same time as I climax. The storm of it smashes all my inner windows and splinters all the doors. My mental furniture is upturned and I know, as I scream out his name again and again, I won’t be able to put any of it back to where it was before.
9
Crosby
The cold space in the bed next to me in the morning is unacceptable.
Cursing, I get out of bed and slip into the shower. I’m so pissed that Ridley sneaked out as I slept that I don’t even care that the water shocks my body before it warms up.
She’s going to pay for that, I think with a smile, because I can’t stay pissed when I think about us and everything that happened the night before. It’s too bad she left early; I had plans to show her how a real man greets his woman good morning.
Showered and dressed, I stroll down to the kitchen to find Ridley on the back porch again, petting and feeding Sassy. I don’t want to disturb her, so I putter around the kitchen until I find something to fix her for breakfast.
“Sir, allow me,” says a voice behind me. I nearly drop the oranges in my hand as I spin around.
“Hi. What’s your name?”
“Thomas?” he answers like it’s a question. As if nobody ever addresses him by his name.
“Hi, Thomas, I’m Crosby. I think I can manage. But thank you.”
“Very well, but please let me know if I can assist you with anything at all. We’re all bustling around ahead of the Christmas Eve gala tonight but don’t hesitate to grab me or any one of the staff to see to your needs.”
I smile and nod at him, thinking to myself that my needs are certainly being met without the aid of household staff.
Thomas leaves me to my work and I manage to assemble a half decent plate of eggs, fruit, toast, avocado and a bowl of cereal.
“What are you doing?”
For the second time this morning I spin around in surprise.
“Could you please make a noise when you come in?”
She cringes, shutting the French doors behind her. “Being a teen in this house has taught me to sneak around.”
I laugh. “Good thing your high school years are over. Sounds like they left a mark.”