“Yes, I’m looking forward to an exciting afternoon filled with staying in my hotel room and catching up on work.”
“Well, if I have to work, it’s only fair that you do too.”
“How is that fair?” she asked, pretending to be offended.
“Because I said it was,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes and wrapped the sheet around her naked body as she got up and walked to the bathroom, emerging a few moments later dressed in the undershirt I was looking for. I damn near went to my knees when my eyes landed on the visible outline of her nipples through the well-worn cotton.
“Fuck it,” I cursed and dropped everything in my hands to the floor.
“What?” Sloane gasped.
“Fuck it. I’m gonna be late because seeing you in my shirt made my dick hard as a rock. And after being inside that sweet pussy all night, my hand isn’t gonna cut it,” I said and pulled her to me.
When her body collided with mine, she was all over me, trying to climb me like a tree. I lifted her by her bare ass cheeks and quickly moved us to the couch. She worked on my pants while I pulled a condom from my wallet and ripped it open. Once it was in place, she took my cock in her hand, positioned it at her entrance, and slammed herself down.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Fuck, yes.”
Gripping her hips firmly, I guided her movements so she was fucking me how I liked it—hard and fast.
“Fuck, Sloane,” I breathed. I needed her to hurry up and come. For a number of reasons. But the main one was because I wasn’t going to last much longer. She felt too good. “Damn it. Fucking come!” I demanded and smacked her plump ass.
“Bronze!” she shrieked, though I had no idea if it was from the slap to her ass or from the orgasm she had seconds later. Regardless, I stopped fighting my release the second her cunt clamped down on my cock, and we found our climaxes together.
“Shit, Sloane,” I panted, sweaty and out of breath.
“I know, I know. You’re going to be late,” she said and disentangled herself from me.
“Yeah, but it was fucking worth it.”
5
After Bronze left, I climbed into bed and went back to sleep until my cell phone ringing from back to back calls woke me up. After glancing at the name flashing on the screen, I bolted upright in the bed. It was my personal assistant, my partner in crime, my handler, and I was going to be in trouble if she figured out I was sleeping instead of writing. It wouldn’t take much for me to go from being barely behind to holy-shit-I’ll-never-catch-up.
I cleared my throat, drank a couple of sips of water, and blurted some random words to warm up my voice. That was as good as it was going to get, so I tapped the screen and answered the call. “Hello,” I said, pleased with how awake I sounded.
“Where in the hell have you been, you crazy demon?” she yelled. “I’ve been worried sick about you! I’m over here trying to figure out how I’m going to finish writing the rest of your book if you’re dead. Because there will be a riot of mass proportions if that book isn’t released; doesn’t matter if it’s because you died. They. Will. Riot. And I can’t write the thrusting, throbbing cocks like you can. They’d know my cocks were imposter cocks. Now, don’t keep me waiting. Where in the hell are you? It looks swanky from what I can see.”
I cringed throughout her entire tirade until she said the two words that had me erupting in a fit of laughter. “Wait. Did you just say ‘imposter cocks’?”
“Yes, I did. And you don’t even get to laugh until you’ve apologized and explained and made me like you again.”
I chuckled, knowing she wasn’t seriously angry, but I understood where she was coming from. “I’m sorry I haven’t checked in. I was working on cleaning out my mom’s office, and I found something that needed my personal attention.”
“Don’t leave me hanging! What is it?” I hesitated, unsure of what to say, and she caught it. “It’s me. Say what you gotta say.”
“It’s better if I don’t say what it is just yet,” I confessed. My mother’s written warning had me concerned about sharing my newfound knowledge with anyone. Besides, Frankie knew more than most about my family, so I knew she