The Man I Thought I Trusted - E. L. Todd Page 0,28
hadn’t returned from the restroom after so long. “I gotta go. Dax is coming.”
“We’ll talk later.” Charlie hung up.
I put the phone back in my clutch and closed it. “Hey, sorry I took so long.”
He walked up to me, and his hands immediately slid over my hips. “Everything alright? You’ve been gone for almost thirty minutes.”
“No, I’m totally fine. I had to call Charlie.” I tucked my clutch under my arm and then grabbed Dax’s hand so we could walk back together.
“And why did you have to call him?”
“A work thing. Don’t worry about it.”
“I don’t know if I can. I’ve never seen you step aside to call Charlie like that. What happened?”
“I just saw one of the subjects of an article I’m working on. That’s all.”
He held my hand as he looked at me, his expression subtle, but his concern obvious. “You mean from the pharmaceutical article?”
“Yeah. I saw him. We exchanged words…”
“What kind of words?”
I totally played it down so he wouldn’t worry. “You know, the usual. I’m not gonna find enough dirt to lock him up even though we both know I will… Same old shit.”
He released a quiet sigh, like he was trying to swallow the words in his throat.
“Let’s go back to your friends and talk about all those bitches and models.”
He sighed again, but this time for a different reason. “I’m sorry Clint said that—”
“I’m not mad. Chill.”
“When you didn’t come back, I was worried that his words got under your skin.”
I shook my head. “Not at all. I know what rich and handsome men do in their spare time, so it’s not like I was surprised. And I know we’re different, so what does it matter?”
He looked ahead as we continued to walk into the ballroom and approach our table. “I’ve got to be honest… If I had to listen to Charlie talk about your old lovers, I don’t think I’d like it.”
“I don’t see why it should bother you. They were meaningless. And I’m in love with you, so…”
He stopped and pulled his hand away from mine. He turned to look at me, to look into my eyes with that absorbing gaze.
“Those women meant nothing to you, so why should I care? Why be jealous of them when they should be jealous of us?” I rose slightly on my heels and kissed him on the mouth. “Now, let’s sit down. I’ve been waiting for that dessert all night…”
When we got back to his penthouse, there was no gentle undressing, no quiet whispers of love and devotion.
He positioned me on all fours on the edge of his bed and yanked up my dress. The only thing that came off was my thong. The heels remained on my feet.
His jacket and bow tie were on the floor, his collared shirt open, and his slacks rested on his hips as he pulled down his boxers and let his hard cock spring free.
He shoved himself inside me, every inch of that fat length hitting me hard.
“Oh god…”
He got a good grip on my hair and tugged my head back so my face was tilted toward the ceiling. One hand was on my hip, and then he went to town.
He fucked me like I meant nothing to him.
And I loved it.
With my heels over the edge and my back arched, I took his entire length over and over, feeling him slam into my wet flesh again and again. I looked out the window at the city, seeing his faint reflection in the glass. I could see his tanned skin through the opening in his shirt, see the tightness of his jawline as he clenched his teeth.
It was so hot.
He gripped the back of my neck and shoved my face down into the bed, raising my ass in the air even more. Then he scooted a little closer and fucked me harder.
My hands reached behind me to grip his thighs as I lay there and took it, moaning into the sheets as tears dripped from the corners of my eyes and soaked into the fabric.
He grunted through his thrusts. “Fuck, I love this pussy.” He grunted again, slamming his length inside until he was balls deep. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
He wasn’t just good in bed, but listening to him verbally desire me, talk dirty like that, was such a turn-on. It made me come a moment later, feeling that big dick ram into me, even though there was nowhere for it to go. “God…yes.”