Page 133 of This Life and All the Rest
“I know.”
She moves to take a step back, but I grab her shoulder and spin her, reversing our positions, so I’m the one pinning her to the wall. The look in her eyes sparks fire in my veins. I kiss her jaw, then the soft spot behind her ear, then her neck and collarbone. She’s pliant for me, her breaths coming hot and fast.
“You nervous?” I drag my hands to the hem of her dress and inch it up, until it’s just under the curve of her ass. “Need me to take the edge off?”
“I’m not nervous,” she whispers as she reaches for my zipper, “but you can still take the edge off.”
I waste no time sliding her panties to the side and slipping my fingers into her as she squeezes and pumps my dick. I rub her clit and finger-fuck her until she’s ready for me, then I hitch her leg on my hip and slide my hard cock deep into her pussy.
“Yes,” she breathes out when I’m fully seated.
“Be quiet now.”
I pulse deep inside her, covering her mouth with mine every time she whimpers or gasps. I cup her breast and tweak her nipple through the fabric of the dress. When she clenches around me, I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning.
She’s so fucking sexy.
“Rub on your clit for me,” I tell her, and she snakes her hand between us. “Atta girl. Rub it nice and fast so you come on my cock, okay?”
She nods and whimpers, and I speed up my pulsing, fucking her until she’s clenching around me and quivering from her orgasm.
“How’s that edge?” I ask as I pull out of her and tug her dress back down over her ass.
She smiles. “Gone. Took it clean off.”
“Good.”
“Did you want me to...” She drops her eyes to my hard cock and licks her lips, and I groan as I fasten my pants back up, tucking my dick inside.
“Nah.” I grab her hand and press it over the bulge in my pants. “But later tonight? I’m fucking you in the shower in the hotel room, then again on the bed, and again on the terrace at midnight.”
“Promise?”
She gives my dick a playful squeeze, and I blow out a harsh breath.
“Promise,” I tell her. “Now go schmooze those artsy people into buying one of your paintings so you can pay rent.”
She rolls her eyes and presses a kiss to my lips. We both know she doesn’t need to sell any paintings here. She makes a killing on commissions.
“I love you.”
“I know.”
She giggles and slips back around the corner, and I take a few minutes to get my shit under control. I do theFriendsmethod and think about Casper’s various body parts. His hair, his ears, his toes. Within a minute, my erection is gone, and I’m good to mingle.
On the way out of the random dark hallway, I find a man dressed in all-white holding a tray covered in an array of champagne flutes.
“You got any sparkling water?” I ask, and he pulls a flute filled with clear, bubbly liquid and a single raspberry, and hands it to me. I sniff it, and sure enough, it’s sparkling water. “Thanks, man.”
I weave back through the gallery, sending Lennon a wink when I see her, and find my way back to Trent, Mom, and Sam.
Claire is at home babysitting Evie. She knew she wasn’t invited, but I guess she wanted to be helpful anyway. She’s trying. It’s not enough, but it’s something.
“You made it,” Mom says, giving me a hug.
“Yeah, I’ve been here a bit already. Been exploring.”
“Isn’t she brilliant?”
