Page 24 of The Tempo of Truth
Except for this woman, currently unraveling in tiny increments.Winnie always thought I was the best.Even before our drunken night together, I was her number one choice, which meant I liked her more than I liked anyone else.I always had emotions I’d never been able to name where Winnie was concerned, putting her in a class of her own.
When I was with her, all the reasons I wasted time with anyone else faded into oblivion.I didn’t have to justify to myself the reasons I wanted to be with her.
She was simply the one.
The one who never judged me.
The one who always believed I could be better.
The one who fought for me.
The one who saved me.
The one who gave me a chance to be the father I never had.
Once my pants were free from the heavy belt, Winnie’s hands made quick work of pulling the dark denim and cotton underwear down beneath the curve of my ass.My erect cock practically hit her in the face when she dropped to her knees in front of me.Pleasure pounded in my blood at the sight of her kneeling before me.
Hallidays made it a point never to lower themselves for anyone.
I put my hand on the top of her head and held her still.When her gaze met mine, I warned her, “The last time we did this, your life changed forever.”
Her eyes gleamed, and a small smile turned up the corners of her mouth.She really was too pretty for words.There was something ethereal and ancient about her beauty.She looked like the woman mythological men went to war for.
“It changed in all the best ways.Maybe it’s your turn for something amazing to happen after we sleep together.”
I huffed an amused sound.“I don’t think sex and salvation go hand in hand.”In my experience, it was the opposite.I still had a couple of fingers taped together from that fight at the basketball court to prove it.
“I do believe that means you’ve been having sex with all the wrong people, Ky.”Her voice was whisper quiet as I used the tip of a finger to trace over her artfully arched eyebrows.
“Can’t argue with that.”The temporary reprieve wasn’t worth the bits and pieces of my soul that chipped off each time I walked away from another meaningless encounter.I couldn’t form words or thoughts when she leaned forward and swirled the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock.I inhaled sharply and muttered, “You’ve learned a few new tricks.”
She wasn’t that prep school kid I didn’t dare have dirty thoughts about back in the day.And while it’d only been a little over six years since that night in Portugal, it was a lifetime when you were a young adult in a rapidly moving world.There wasn’t anything about her that reminded me of the girl striking out on her own and trying to find her independence on shaky legs when she was barely in her twenties.Now, she was more put together and had more responsibility than some women twice her age.She was bold and fearless.
And she’d gotten extremely skilled at giving head.I wasn’t going to ask her who she’d been practicing with, but an unwanted thread of jealousy wrapped around my heart when the thought of her doing this with someone else came to mind.
My fingers clenched in her hair, and I roughly dismantled her hairstyle.I tugged on the strands harder than I had to, which resulted in me feeling the edge of her teeth on my dick as a warning.
I stared at her without blinking as she took the hefty length into her mouth.I gritted my teeth together to hold back a moan when I was immediately surrounded by heat and moisture.It felt like heaven.The combination of her tongue swirling and one of her hands squeezing the base felt so good that I forgot to be considerate and grabbed her head with both hands so I could wantonly match my thrusts to her suction.Never in a million years, even when I was at my most delusional, did I think I would get the chance to fuck Winnie Halliday’s face.
There was a touch of perverse pleasure in knowing how quickly she shifted from dignified CEO to greedy lover.I knew the minute my cock touched the back of her throat that those uptight men didn’t deserve a shot with her.If they were more interested in what her money could do instead of her mouth, I was happy to take every ounce of what they were missing.
I grunted Winnie’s name and forced myself to ease up when I heard her gag.Her eyes were starting to water, and her cheeks were stained bright pink.Once I gave her some breathing room, the tip of her tongue flicked over the leaking slit and circled the head of my cock.I could feel my heartbeat with every throb of my rigid erection, and my breathing started to sound obnoxiously loud in the dark and quiet room.When Winnie’s fingers began to tickle my thigh and scratch their way to what was hanging tight and twitching with sensitivity between my legs, I had to pull her off my dick before I came down her throat and turned the few stolen hours we had into a handful of minutes instead.
Winnie was unsteady as I struggled to kick off the battered motorcycle boots and free myself from the jeans.Before I tossed everything in a pile next to the leather jacket, I fished a condom out of my wallet and handed it to her.Winnie blinked at the little foil packet while I reached out to pull off the rest of her clothing.I really liked her delicate lace bra and the silk stockings attached to a garter that matched.Her undergarments were deceptively sexy, hidden under designer workwear.It was honestly very representative of Winnie’s personality.On the outside, she was polished and nearly perfect.She wasn’t scared to do something big, like take over the family business with the universe watching.But inside, she was a romantic.A dreamer.She was a woman willing to take risks in the boardroom and the bedroom.
I forgot how to think for a second as I stared at her.She brought me back to reality when she tapped the corner of the condom on my chest.“You learned your lesson after that night, it seems.”
I popped the clasp of her bra, then dropped to my knees so I could fuck around with a stocking.I dropped kisses across her stomach and licked a trail across her hip bones before telling her, “I told you, I knew it was you that night, even if I was wasted.I’ve never slept with anyone without protection except for you.You’re different.”
I wanted to write my name across her chest and declare ownership.Her body was a bounty of soft curves and sweet reactions.I kissed the inside of her knee and felt her shiver as I rolled the clearly expensive fabric down her leg.I was surprised to find a tattoo on the top of her foot that I had never noticed before.It was a perfectly rendered willow tree with Lowe’s name hidden along the curved trunk.It was done in black and gray, with incredible detail, and suited her very much.
My head was level with her waist when I straightened up.I stared at the place between her legs with greedy intent.While that night long ago wasn’t very clear, I could still recall the way Winnie tasted.
Like forbidden fruit.
Knowing I was eating something I shouldn’t, made her sweeter than all the rest.
It was Winnie’s turn to rake her fingers through my hair as I leaned closer to drag my tongue through her tempting folds.She was already wet, and her body shivered uncontrollably when I lapped at her hidden clit.It wasn’t very romantic foreplay, but she didn’t seem to mind the rush.She stepped closer and let me guide one of her thighs onto my shoulder so she was leaning against my mouth and trusting me to hold her in place because her balance was off, and her knees weakened as soon as the tip of my tongue darted into her eager entrance.
