As I approached her car, she said, “Your tour carriage awaits. I hope you weren’t expecting a limousine or a fancy Hummer or something.”
I opened the door and climbed in. “Not at all. This is perfect.”
For the rest of the afternoon, she drove me around the city, pointing out the major tourist spots but also bringing me to lesser-known, off-the-beaten-path locations. All of them were great to see, but the best part was talking to her. We talked about anything and everything and laughed a whole hell of a lot. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed so much.
When dinnertime rolled around, she was comfortable enough with me to let me take her out. I ordered the most expensive champagne to celebrate her getting the celebrity client in Los Angeles.
During dinner, I learned more about her business and how she had started off as a social media influencer and then, after college, built her own business. She not only had clubs and hotels in Vegas but was expanding, including the celebrity restaurant in Los Angeles, and she was hoping to get a vineyard up in Northern California.
She didn’t speak much about her family, except for her brother she said she was close to. I learned enough to know that she wasn’t very close to her father and that, like me, she came from money, although probably not as much money as I came from. I got the feeling her father was a big fish in a little pond.
I shared a little bit about my family, including my twin brother Sam’s woes with women. We made a toast to Sam and Kate, hoping they would find their way back together again.
When dinner was over, I didn’t want to let her go. And it wasn’t just that I wanted to have sex with her, although I really, really did. I was enjoying spending time with her.
I convinced her to go dancing, and the first time she was in my arms, it felt like a puzzle piece snapping into place. It was disconcerting even as it was welcomed. For a moment, I thought I should end the date because the last thing I needed was to fall for a woman. Then I remembered she lived here, whereas I lived in New York. We could have this one night together, and after that, we’d go our own ways.
Thank fuck, she was in agreement. By the time we returned to my suite, I needed her so badly it was like I was a starving man given a feast. And feast I did. The door was barely closed when I pushed her against it and drew my tongue over every inch of her skin I could get to. I divested her of her blouse and bra, burying my face in her tits. Good God, they were perfection, round and soft, with hard pink nipples. I sucked one deep into my mouth, loving the sound of her moan.
But my journey had only just begun. I got her skirt and panties off, dropping to my knees to discover the secrets of her womanhood. She was a woman who liked to keep things tidy down there, but the small nest of red curls told me she was a natural redhead, not that I questioned it. I inhaled the scent of her sex, loving how her wetness glistened on her pussy. Then I ran my tongue through her pussy lips, and it was like drinking the nectar of the gods. I lapped and sucked and tasted until her body was shaking and she cried out. Her juices flooded my mouth, and I wanted more.
I picked her up and carried her to my room. I laid her on the bed and loved how her hazel eyes watched me as I tore my clothes off. I shoved my pants and boxer briefs down, my dick springing free, hard and aching.
I grabbed the condom from my wallet, but before I could roll it on, she knelt on the bed and wrapped her hand around him.
“Fuck.”
She licked her lips, and I was a goner.
I removed her hand. “I’m going to come, and I want to do it inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
She feigned pouting. “But I want a taste too.”
I rolled the condom on and then pushed her back on the bed. “Sorry, sweetheart.” I settled on my heels, kneeling between her thighs. I pulled her body to me until my dick was resting on her belly.
I waited to make sure she was okay with this. After all, she’d just said she wanted to suck my dick. Maybe that meant she didn’t want to fuck.
She arched a brow. “Is there a problem?”
I looked down on her sexy body, her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm, and something in my chest clenched tightly.
“No problem.”
She took my dick and brought it to her pussy opening. “Well, then.”
Holding her hips, I rocked forward and filled her with one hard thrust.
She gasped, arcing off the bed.
Shit. Too much, too soon. I withdrew. “Are you okay?”
“I won’t be if you don’t fuck me.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
CHAPTERTWO
Amelia