hair, yanking to the tilt he desires. I break from his mouth when he presses my ass down, grinding until stars blot out my sight.
“You make me feel so full like this,” I whine.
“Use me, baby. I wanna see you fall apart.”
With a muffled protest, I straighten and resume rocking us to release. “Your cock makes it easy.”
“It gets me harder when you say shit like that.” He pinches my nipple, sending a jolt straight to my slit.
“Oh, sweet Jesus. That’s the spot.” I’m a vocal person in general and sex is no different.
“You’re a damn vise, sugar. Trying to kill me?” Landon bucks his pelvis while I gyrate against him.
“Maybe,” I pant.
His thumb on my clit swirls in rapid circles and I claw at him, the spasms taking hold of me. “Yes, yes, keep going.”
“Nothing could stop me.” He clamps onto my throbbing bundle and my core flutters.
“I’m gonna come.” My voice slurs with passion.
He keeps humping into me at a furious pace. “Get there faster.”
I open my mouth with a silent scream as the shatter takes over. The simmer rockets into a boiling explosion as I twitch on top of him. I fracture into a blazing inferno. My pulse is hammering to deafening volumes, booming and thrashing, as the climax claims me. I’m lost to the stimulation at my center, barely aware that Landon has gone rigid beneath me. At some point, I collapse against his chest with aftershocks quaking my limbs. My body rises and falls with his labored breaths.
A thought crosses my groggy mind as the dust settles. “You’re not just going to up and leave now that we’re done, right?”
“Oh, sweet Savannah. I’ve already told you.” His amusement puffs a hot stream against my temple. “We’re far from done.”
With a shrug, I slip into my tuxedo jacket and smooth the lapels. Normally, I wouldn’t be caught dead in yesterday’s clothes—but Vannah is worth another punch to my dignity. She’s lying sprawled across the white sheets, toned limbs and fiery hair spread in all directions. The air is rich with musk and sated desire, yet I could take her again. I stare at her for far longer than appropriate. Creeper status sinks in as another minute ticks by.
Vannah blew my rules out of the atmosphere. We fucked until exhaustion took hold and dragged her from my clutches. It’s just after five in the morning. The dawn hasn’t yet crept over the horizon, allowing deep midnight to protect our sins. That endless black contrasts the vision I’m leaving behind in bed. I should’ve woken her for a quickie. There are always spare moments for that.
Karl is waiting for me along the curb as I exit the hotel. My appearance is mostly concealed by darkness. I avoid the spotlights with purposeful steps. No one will have the opportunity to gossip about me leaving the Waldorf before sunrise, donning the same tux I’d been wearing at the fundraiser.
“Take me to Global Winters.” My instructions are a sharp clip as I slide into the car.
His nod is visible from the rearview mirror. “Right away, sir.”
It’s not rare for me to arrive directly at the office from a sleepless overnight. I hadn’t been lying to Vannah about providing entertainment for my visiting guests. But those evenings typically consist of too much booze and droning conversations—not the company of a beautiful woman.
It takes less than thirty minutes for me to shower, shave, and tug on a crisp suit. My routine is reliable and automatic, unlike certain aspects as of late. I swipe at my damp hair while leaving the executive lounge. Walt is already at his desk.
He stands as I approach. “How was the planetarium, sir?”
I straighten my tie. “Was that the location? I barely noticed.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.” He passes me his tablet, open to a popular entertainment column. The site features an article about the fundraiser. “She’s making headlines as the one to capture you.”
There’s a picture of us from the gala, posing as the main attraction. Vannah is smiling at me, which isn’t shocking. What has my stomach knotting is the grin I’m giving to her in return. We look like a fucking couple, happily embracing while sharing a private joke. I predicted this result, but seeing the evidence doesn’t make the impact easy to swallow. It seems Vannah will be feeding them fodder for weeks to come.
I shove the screen from view. “That’s out of context, not to mention disturbing.”
“Is it, though?”
“Offensively.”
“You seem different. Less hateful.” He tilts