James rose and shoved his lounge pants down. He gripped my hips as he settled his dick at my pussy opening.
“Jesus fuck.” His voice didn’t sound excited. It was more like he was annoyed. But he didn’t stop. He sank into me.
“Oh, God!” I arched as my pussy fired up again.
He didn’t say a word as he moved in and out of me. He pumped hard and fast, and I held on, focused on the pleasure. The disappointment would come. I was certain of that. But right now, I was going to enjoy this moment, this man.
CHAPTERELEVEN
James
The woman was exasperating and holy fuck, so sexy.
When she walked out in the bikini, my mouth went dry. If she walked out like that, the beach would be covered with men with hard-ons. I knew she wasn’t mine. I knew I had no right to act possessive, but I couldn’t let her go knowing she’d be hit on. And the men who didn’t hit on her would jerk off to images of her.
As usual, she challenged me, and with each retort, the tension cranked up until I couldn’t handle it. I had to have her.
Her tits were perfect, round and soft, with rosy nipples. It was my favorite part of her body until I reached her pussy. Good Christ, she was wet and sweet, and when she came, her pussy gripped my finger like a vice and my dick cried out in jealousy. I couldn’t get my pants down fast enough, couldn’t get my dick inside her fast enough. Once I sank inside her, there were both relief at how her pussy walls wrapped around my cock and a growing, gnawing need to fuck her hard and fast.
I held her hips as I gave my wild desire full rein. Each time I sank inside her, it was so fucking good. Her pussy was hot and wet, yet it gripped my cock. The friction grew and grew until I swear to God, my head exploded. So did my dick. I thrust in hard, releasing everything I had. By the time I finished pumping my cum inside her, I was sure I’d used it all.
I'd had plenty of interesting and satisfying sex in my life. But what happened just now was beyond anything I'd experienced before. What was it about Reyna? Surely, it had to be that it had been a while since I'd been with a woman. Yes, that was it. Pent-up sexual tension.
As the high of orgasm waned, self-loathing replaced it. I said I wouldn't do this. I said I couldn't do this. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, but her expression was sated and serene. For some reason, that pissed me off. She'd taken all my will, all my control away, and I'd fucked her on the table where moments before, I'd been working. My laptop teetered precariously on the edge of the table. It was a metaphor for my career. My life as the CEO was about to topple, and here I was giving in to the urges of my dick.
It was clear to me now that this plan wasn't working. In the end, I had chosen the wrong woman to play my wife. I'd been so worried about choosing a fake wife who wouldn't want more from me, and in the end, I'd chosen a woman a part of me couldn't resist. This was worse. It was one thing to keep my distance from a woman who wanted me, but how could I fight against my own urges?
Disgusted with my lack of self-control, I withdrew from her, stepping back as I reached down and yanked my boxer briefs and lounge pants up.
"Fuck." My dick was covered in our combined fluids. Glancing over at Reyna, her pussy dripped as well. Panic slithered up my spine. "Tell me you’re on the pill."
"What?" She managed to sit up, the effort making it seem like she’d lost her strength. The man in me wanted to boast about that. I’d fucked her boneless and senseless. Christ, I was a mess.
"You're on the pill, right?" I repeated.
It took her a moment to catch on. "Yes, of course."
Relief flooded through me. "I’m going to take a shower." I headed toward my bedroom. With each step I took away from her, the feeling of what a jerk I was being grew. I stopped but didn't turn to look at her. "I'm sorry."
She didn't say anything, and I was too much a coward to turn around to see her expression. I didn't want to know she was hurt. I hoped she was angry. For some reason, it was always easier to deal with anger in a woman than pain.
In the shower, I dunked my head under the spray, trying to wash away the self-loathing. I hated how out of control I felt. It wasn't just that I had no willpower. It was Reyna. I hated the power she had over me. As I stood in the shower, letting the hot spray pelt my body, I considered ending this farce. I could get us on a plane back to Las Vegas and submit annulment papers by tomorrow. I would take my chances at being a single man against the board who felt my being single was a liability. After all, chances were that they'd find some other excuse to oust me.
But I knew I couldn't do that. By this time, Amelia had posted pictures of our wedding, or the few guests who were there had told other people about it. Ending my marriage a day after it started would be a larger liability than my being single. No doubt, the board would use it as a reason to fire me sooner rather than later.
My skin was beet red when I finally emerged from the shower. Who the hell knew how long I'd been in there, but by the time I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and entered our suite, Reyna was gone. My laptop and papers had been righted on the table. On the top, she left a note on a pad of paper with the hotel emblem on it.
I’m at the beach.
I suppose she understood me well enough now to know that I would be a jerk. She knew I could get lost in my own feelings. I had to appreciate the fact that instead of hanging around and asking me to talk to her, she’d just gone on with her own day.
I looked out the window toward the beach. My eyes latched on to her female form as she stepped into the waves. My dick twitched again. I scanned the beach for other people, certain that they were ogling her. A deep sense ofshe's minerumbled in my chest.
"Settle the fuck down," I growled at myself. I tore myself away, heading back to the desk. She was mine only on paper. And that was all I wanted.
Liar.