drink too quickly, feeling awkward. “Guess we should go.”
“I’ll help you pack.”
I started to feel the alcohol on the car ride home. That, combined with the fact that I was less than an arm’s length away from Chris, that I could reach out and slide my hand down his chest to the bulge between his legs, was making me think crazy, lustful thoughts.
The annulment, I reminded myself. Chris is thinking with his dick. Once that post-nut clarity hits, he’ll be back to being the shady paranoid billionaire and blame you for ruining the annulment. Then you, Gran, and Zeus are homeless.
I crossed my arms to keep myself from touching him.
But I could feel him staring at me in the dark.
Chris was silent in the elevator ride up to his penthouse. I’d game-planned with my drunk thoughts as to how to keep myself from ripping his suit open and seeing just exactly how big that cock was as I sat opposite him in the cab, sneaking glances at him as I pretended to fuss with my camera bags.
Bad idea, bad idea!
But sex-starved me was thinking it was a very good idea.
A cold shower and several hours of editing will knock that right out, I reminded myself as I hurried down the hall with my bags. I hadn’t realized Chris had followed me until I was already in my bedroom.
Suddenly he was there, filling the space. The bedroom wasn’t small by any means, not as big as his master suite, but it was the biggest bedroom I’d ever slept in.
Chris set down his bags and approached me. The air between us changed as he crowded up against me. My eyes met his, and I sucked in a harsh breath as I saw the hunger there. It seemed like my pussy wasn’t the only one with bad ideas.
“What—” I started to say before his lips fell over mine.
His kiss was electric. Instantly, the last of my few objections fell away. I leaned up into him, my arms winding around his neck as my breasts pressed into his massively muscled slab of a chest. His hands fell to my waist. As his tongue flicked into my mouth, his hands slid behind to my ass and squeezed.
I let out a little yelp, half surprise and half want.
“Get on the bed,” he suggested in a deep rumbly voice that seemed to go to my core. Then he paused and frowned.
Turning, I followed his gaze and smirked when I saw that his eyes had fallen on my massive amount of pillows. “Problem?”
He growled something under his breath and hoisted me up, half carrying me. I could tell that he had reached his limit and was willing to drag me to the bed caveman-style if that was what was needed. Luckily, I was more than willing to get on board.
We ended up falling on the bed together, pillows scattering everywhere. Then he was on me again, devouring my mouth.
Parting my lips, I opened myself up to him. The alcohol was really hitting now, narrowing the world to the heat of his body, the hard weight of him over me. I arched my back, wriggling to get more… everything from him. Sensation, kisses, just more him.
Pulling away from my mouth, he trailed hot lips down my neck. I tipped my head up, giving him access even as I gripped his shirt in frustration.
“Get… this off,” I panted.
I regretted my words a few moments later when he sat up, leaving me feeling cold without his touch. Then he started unbuttoning the two buttons of my polo, then pulling it up and over my head—bra and all.
His gaze was so hungry. It was as if he were a man starving, and I was the roast beef they’d set out… or something like that. I’d had too much to drink in too short of a time. The point was, it was clear that he loved what he saw.
Falling to the mattress again, I arched my back to put the girls on display in their full glory. I raised one hand to cup my own breasts tenderly.
“You like what you see?”
“Absolutely.”
Caging me between his powerful arms, he kissed me again. Only this time, he went down south quickly.
I groaned in anticipation as his lips trailed once more down my neck and kept going, this time fluttering across my collarbone.
One warm, slightly rough hand cupped my right breast as if testing the weight for a moment. I gripped his shoulders, pressing down. Chris smiled