Something that felt suspiciously like tears pricked at the corner of her eyes and she frowned. Oh no. Not now. She hadn’t cried once. Not in the days after Clay went to jail, not when every single client had left.
It made no sense that this would be the moment where she felt the most fragile.
She blinked rapidly and did the only thing she could think of to ward off whatever unfounded breakdown was on the horizon.
She threw herself at Seth.
He grunted in surprise but caught her easily, his arms going around her as she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his mouth down to hers.
She raked her teeth against his lip just a bit harder than was nice, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes puzzled. Searching.
Brooke shook her head. “Please.”
For a second, she thought he wouldn’t understand what she was saying. Wouldn’t understand that she was begging him to help her forget.
But then he pulled her to him, kissing her roughly as his palms molded possessively over her back, and she smiled.
He got it. He definitely got it.
Seth’s hands weren’t gentle as he tore at her clothes, and hers were greedy right back, shoving his coat to the floor and tugging at his shirt so hard a button flew off.
He growled against her neck. “You’ll pay for that.”
“Yeah?” she said a little breathless. “Charge it to the Belles.”
“Not the type of payment I had in mind.”
And then his hands were undoing the buttons of her pants, his hand sliding inward until he rubbed against the front of her panties.
Seth drew in a hiss of air. “You’re so wet.”
“Seems to be a constant state with you,” she said, her voice breathless.
His hand slipped down further, one finger easing under the elastic and stroking against her damp flesh.
Seth’s groan mingled with her own as he caressed her sensitive skin with light, teasing strokes.
She arched against his hand, trying to get more contact, and instead of torturing her further, a finger slid into her with one slick satisfying thrust.
“Oh God,” she said, her head falling against his shoulder. “Oh God, that feels good.”
He slipped another finger inside of her and began pumping them into her steadily, and without even thinking about it, she began to ride his hand, shamelessly, wantonly. Seth kissed the sensitive skin of her neck as he rubbed his thumb roughly against her clit, and she pivoted her hips onto his hand in desperate, aching need.
She wanted the dirty, unabashed moment to last forever, but he found her rhythm almost immediately, and suddenly her orgasm was tearing out of her in a harsh cry that seemed to echo off the walls.
Brooke’s body immediately went into recovery mode, her knees buckling.
Seth slid his free arm around her, his mouth moving to her ear. “I’ve got you.”
Brooke slumped against him, letting him absorb her, giving in, just for a moment, to the boneless pleasure of losing one’s mind.
Seth adjusted his hand slightly, pulling out of her panties, but resting there against the vee of her thighs. She had the fleeting thought that she should be embarrassed, but instead she felt satiated.
Wanted.
Beautiful.
When her breathing returned to normal, she kissed his shoulder in an absentminded thank-you before pushing back and looking up at him.
He gave her a quiet, private smile that made her tummy flip before dipping his head and capturing her lips in a sweet, pulling kiss that was just the right amount of tender and hot. Brooke’s hand wandered downward, her palm cupping him through the expensive fabric of his suit pants. She smiled against his mouth when she found him rock hard.
Seth groaned. “Find something you like?”
“I’m not sure yet,” she said, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth and nipping lightly. “I think I’m going to need a closer look.”
His breath caught as she slowly lowered to her knees in front of him, holding his gaze as she very slowly unfastened his pants.
Brooke licked her lips as she pulled down the zipper, and Seth muttered a harsh oath before one hand tentatively came up to the side of her head as though he might need to hold on for balance.
And she was firmly committed to making sure that he did.
Brooke greedily shoved his pants and briefs over his lean hips, making a little breathy sigh of pleasure when his cock sprang free.
“Update,” she said, glancing up his body and finding him watching her once more. “I definitely like what