Page 42 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
“Yes.” She hissed out when he plunged inside her, stretching her flesh.
He nipped her jaw and she melted, her shoulders sagging. Sweat slicked her forehead, the scent of her arousal filling the air. He’d asked her to stay. And I agreed.
She opened her mouth to take it back, but the look of joy he flashed her sent her insides into a crazy spiral. Shit. She was all about honesty and keeping it real, but as she parted her lips, she hesitated. The truth burned at the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it. Maybe later she’d have a chance to talk things through.
Groaning, he lowered the top of her dress so her breasts bounced free, full and heavy. “When I picked this dress for you, I imagined taking it off.”
“So you had this all planned out?” Including asking me to stay? No, a voice inside her alerted. He couldn’t have possibly planned it.
“In my mind, we were in my house. However, as it turns out whenever you’re involved, everything is fast. Crazy. Vibrant. I can’t stop any of it.”
He cupped her breasts with his right hand as the other made torturous invisible patterns on her nipple. Her blood throbbed in her veins, hot liquid passion flowing through her. She threw her head back, arching her chest to him, offering herself. Soon, he lapped at her nipple, and she mellowed. “You’re the sexiest fucking woman who’s ever walked the earth.”
His voice seemed to waver. While his tone remained grave, she picked up on a slight apprehension, as if he were squeezing those words from his lungs. As if saying them removed him from whatever comfort zone he’d parked himself in for the past few weeks.
Maybe he felt the weight of his proposal.
He sucked her breast, playing vigorously with the other one. She loved the sensation of having his tongue and fingers in her simultaneously. “Yes.”
God, she loved him…and what if there was a way they could work this out? After all, her preliminary contract would be for a year in Senegal. Would he wait for her? Would he visit her, or would the reality of a much different and dire lifestyle send him running to the hills? Besides, he wanted to have a family, he’d told her once. Waiting at least a year to even get to that point wouldn’t suit him.
What if it did?
What good would the right plan do if he didn’t have the right person?
He lowered his hand, fumbling in her underwear, and flicked her clit. Each time he riled up her sensitive bud, he thrust into her harder, and she rode him faster. “God, yes, baby…come for me,” he said, his voice throaty and sexy as hell.
She let go, let go of her worries and second-guessing, and gave in to the maddening emotion filling her insides. As waves of pleasure claimed her, she clenched him, hugging him close, never wanting to let go of him.
Maybe she wouldn’t have to…
When the limo stopped in front of the exclusive venue, her heart skittered. The driver quickly opened the door for her, and Zaine stretched out his hand. A long burgundy carpet extended to the entrance, where photographers snapped pictures and a couple of hostesses greeted the arriving guests.
“Wait,” she said, and squeezed his hand. The remains of the limo quickie dissipated, and old insecurities crawled back. She had nothing in common with all those glitzy people, and once they learned of her occupation, they’d either give her a condescending glance or ignore her altogether.
“Are you sure you want me in there with you?” she said, remembering the fiasco she’d witnessed at Lara’s party back in Hawaii. Of course she hadn’t told him a word about it, but that didn’t mean she’d just take it in stride.
“Of course. This is the architect association’s annual party. Means a lot to me, but so do you. And guess what? Tonight, I get the best of both worlds,” he said, and kissed her cheek. “C’mon.”
How could she resist? Her knees weakened, like a part deep inside her had turned into goo. She sucked in a breath and took his hand in hers. This wasn’t like her mother being treated like a second-class citizen, even though she had been the first wife. No matter what, she’d face this and whatever obstacles the night threw at her. And what better way to do it than holding his large, strong hand?
…
During dinner, Zaine had tried to hide the happiness swelling in his chest, without much luck. He’d asked her to stay—impulsively, sure, but it made all the sense in the world. He needed more time with her to explore their connection, without the looming date of her departure. Besides, if she wanted to help others, he could think of a couple of charities in the area she could get involved in.
“Zaine?” she called him. “You were right, this is fun,” she said, and brought the napkin to her mouth.
“I’m glad you think so,” he said.
“I need to go to the ladies’ room,” she said, and he stood and pulled her chair. She sent him one of those megawatt smiles that did things to his insides. Even after they had just had sex in the limo…it was something else.
She sauntered in the direction of the restrooms, and after contemplating her round ass and the way she swayed between guests and tables, he sat down again. The other couples at the table were engaged in a lively discussion about some politician’s extramarital affair gone public. He took a sip of his scotch, opting out of the drama.
“Zaine,” said Ashley.
He glanced up. Ashley flashed him an apologetic look, and before he responded, she pulled the chair and sat next to him.
“Hi, Ashley,” he said, straightening his shoulders, his voice casual. He’d met her once in person and exchanged a few emails over the past two weeks to talk about preliminary ideas for the hospital project. Since she’d really start her work after the buildings were done, he wouldn’t need to work closely with her, but he decided to reach out as a sign of goodwill and to get rid of any bad blood between them. He’d also sent her the divorce papers for her to sign.
