Page 113 of The Troublemaker
When I get close and my pace increases, he grips my waist, pulling me up and down.My eyes close, and he whispers all the things I love.How fucking hot I am, how wet I am, how he loves watching me get off, how he’ll beat off about this image during his next away series, how no one ever gets him as hot as I do.
My orgasm crests with his name slipping past my lips, and my body loses all tension.
I know he hasn’t come yet, so I clench down on his length, allowing him to manipulate the pace, and he brings me down, sucking my nipple as he grabs my ass and thrusts up and down until he finds his own release, cursing into my ear.
As we come down, my face presses to the curve of his neck, and he holds me as though he doesn’t want this to end.
Easton’s hand drifts slowly up and down my back.
I inhale his scent, never wanting to forget this moment.
I pull my chest off him, and our gazes meet.
“Hey.”His voice is gravelly in a way it only ever is after sex.
“Hey.”
Neither of us says anything else.Neither of us says what it means or asks what comes next or whether this changes the arrangement or complicates it or any of the other hundred practical things we’re going to have to address at some point.
He pulls me down, and I let him tuck me against his chest.I listen to his heartbeat slow back to normal while his hands run along my naked body.
Sometimes you have to live in the moment even when you know it’s going to cost you later.
ChapterForty-Two
Easton
Iwake up with a naked Hadley slung over me and her drool on my chest.
And not one part of me wants to slip out and leave her here.I actually don’t want to move at all so that we don’t have to wake up in case her thoughts don’t line up with mine.
After we fell into bed together, we opened the champagne.When she told me she doesn’t really like champagne, I told her it didn’t really matter because my plan was to spill it all over her and lick it off.That turned into a shower and me taking her against the glass wall.
This no-condom thing is freeing.
Because in the middle of the night, I reached for her to cuddle, but one push of her ass against my hard-on, and we were right back at it.
I’m not even exhausted or done with her.I want her again right now, my dick already at half salute.
That’s not surprising, though, because Hadley and I never had sex once and were done for the night.Maybe that was a sign all these years.
My phone vibrates, and I reach for it, trying not to move my body too much.
It’s a message from the guys asking me what happened.I send them a big middle finger.Then I realize I should check on my son.
How is he doing?
My mom sends back a picture of Tanner eating small pieces of pancake with a big gummy smile except for his bottom two teeth.
We won’t be long.
No rush, we have plans today.
Being?
Don’t you worry, just spoil your wife.:)
I slip out of bed and go into the living room area of our suite.I stare at the Chicago River while the weekday workforce litters the street along with the tourists.
