Page 235 of Trouble from Abroad
She just shakes her head, burrowing deeper into the pillow.
I slide two fingers through her slit—she’s so wet I don’t even need to go deep. I suck my fingers clean and murmur, “Do you want to?”
“Fuck, Pres.” Her chest heaves, tits bouncing with each labored breath. “How do you make the dirtiest things sound so sexy?”
“Because it’s you. And me.” I rub just my index now, teasing her entrance, slipping the first knuckle in, then I lick it clean again. Savoring it. Making her jealous. “Do youwantto taste yourself, Mia?”
“Oh God,” she exhales. “I think I do.”
She looks overwhelmed by this newfound truth, but determined. Wanting. I rub her slit with two fingers until they slide in. I work them into her until she rocks back, matching me, perfectly in sync.
Pulling my soaked fingers out, Mia waits for me with lips parted. First, I smear the wetness over her bottom lip as if I’m painting her with lipstick. Her tongue peeks out for a taste. I pause and let her chase it, her gaze fixed on mine the entire time.
I slide my fingers over her tongue and make her keep her mouth open, waiting. The seconds stretch, and the torture shows all over her face. Once I nod, she latches onto them and sucks them clean. The effort it takes her to keep her eyes open and on mine adds a whole extra layer of pleasure.
I fingerfuck her some more with my free hand, not very dexterously, but that’s not the point right now. I lick that finger, then her cum-covered nipple. Pulling my fingers out of her mouth, I kiss the fuck out of her, our flavors mixed together. She clings to me, drinking us, armslocked across my neck, as if I’d leave on my own volition. My dick hardens again. I could call her Little Miss Viagra, but I think I’ll stick with Trouble.
When she breaks for air, I do the hardest thing I’ve done tonight.
“Mia. If I don’t leave now, I’ll stay and fuck you until I learn every sound your pretty mouth makes. And then I’ll do it again. And again. Until I forget why I ever planned to walk away.”
“You’re not making a strong case for me to let you go. Just saying.”
I inhale her scent one last time as I gather the courage to climb off her.
No words feel right. “I’m sorry to…dine and dash?” I regret my disgraceful attempt at humor the second it’s out of my mouth.
She slaps both hands over her face to muffle her laugh, shoulders shaking with the effort. When she finally peeks through her fingers, opening them in mock horror, her eyes are wild and disbelieving.
“You didnotjust say that.”
But when she bares that gorgeous face again, cheeks flushed and the biggest grin splashed across it, I don’t even feel bad about making a fool of myself. If that smile is the reward, I’ll say even dumber shit, so help me God.
“May I assign you some assistant duties, Miss Thorne?”
She perks up, shimmying beneath me, and I worry—not about her literal position under me, sweaty and spent—but whether she’s already bored playing nanny and missing her real job.
“Of course. Always. What do you need?”
“Clear my schedule for tomorrow. Book us a hotel. Five stars. A jacu—Fuck that, you deserve a pool. Find us a room with a pool on the balcony. And pack that little rose-gold toy of yours. He’s coming with.”
She bites her lip to hold back a smile, but it escapes.
It takes over half of her gorgeous face.
Then it falters.
“Not tomorrow.” Her voice drops an octave with disappointment. “You’ve got therapy. And the builders are back. More of them this time. They’re working on your bathroomandyour bedroom. Someone needs to be here.”
“You got that right.Someone. Not us.”
If Mia thinks I’ll stand by and let half a dozen men come between me and her pussy, she’s dead wrong.
But I’ve learned how to pick my fights with this one. “I’ll call Mrs. Romano over, our cleaner. She’s been with me since before Lily was born. She’ll watch them like a hawk. We have nothing to worry about.”
That beautiful smile starts to bloom again on Mia’s face.
“I’ll go to therapy. But cancel everything else afterward. We’re spending the day at a hotel. Book it as soon as you wake up. First lesson of the day? Spoil yourself. Pick the fanciest room available. Then hand me your list, and I’ll take care of what’s in there.”
