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I shimmied on my knees to the edge of the bed and perched there, hands on the mattress between my legs, tits pressed together to put on a show for him.
He must have liked what he saw because he caught my face in both hands and kissed me ravenously. I moaned against his lips and breathed him in. My whole body hummed with need, and a deep ache settled below my belly.
He broke away. “Turn around.”
I turned on all fours. He put a hand in the small of my back and forced me forward. With my ass in the air, I looked back at him just as his cock eased inside me. I was dripping wet, swollen, and ready, but he was still big, and he knew it. North took it easy on me, warming me up with patience and restraint until I pushed back, taking his full length in one stroke.
A groan tore out of him that set my nerves on fire. I felt momentarily drunk with power that I could make a man like him moan like that, and I bounced on his cock, working him over and making myself half delirious with pleasure before he grabbed the back of my neck, forced me back down on the bed, and fucked me like I wanted.
Hard.
Deep.
Almost furiously.
I cried out into the blankets. North held my hips and took more of me. I gave him everything, succumbed to his needs, and went cross-eyed as I came. He pulled me up, held me against his chest, turned my face to the side, and kissed me sweetly as he slowed his rhythm. Panting, I kissed him back, completely senseless.
He smiled against my cheek. “Good girl.”
I hadn’t even noticed, but I was riding him, slowly rocking up and down.
North slapped my ass, reached around my hip, and rubbed my clit as I rode him. My eyes rolled back and I let my head fall against his shoulder. He kissed my neck, nibbled at my ear, and whispered a string of dirty things to me—things he’d been fantasizing about doing since he had me in his lap the other night, his fingers inside me.
“I’m yours,” I whispered. “Use me however you want.”
His fingers curled into a fist in my hair, and I found myself face down in the blankets again while he fucked me wildly until we both came hard and fast. When he let me up for air, I didn’t possess the ability to move, so I lay there, splayed out on his bed, listening to the sound of running water in his bathroom as he cleaned himself up.
Unfortunately, I knew I couldn’t stay.
It was one thing for him to fuck someone for the first time after losing his wife. It was another thing entirely for that someone to stay the night in his bed with him. Somehow, I’d have to find the will to put that dress back on and walk to the cabin.
I just need a few minutes,I thought, closing my eyes.
CHAPTER23
NORTH
We’d already been in St. Louis for two days, and when I woke up on the third morning, I went across the hall in the hotel to knock on Winter’s door. She didn’t answer. I was about to go back into my room when the elevator door opened and she stepped off, chatting on the phone with someone I presumed was her mother or father, phone pinched between her cheek and shoulder, two cups of coffee in her hands and a brown paper bag under her arm.
She grinned when she saw me. “Mom? Sorry, I’ll have to call you back. About to start work. Say hi to Dad for me? And tell him to be careful on that ladder without me there to spot him.”
She struggled with her hands full, so I took the phone from her shoulder and the bag from under her arm.
“Thanks,” she beamed, holding up the coffees. “I brought us breakfast. Figured we needed some fuel before the big day. Is everything going according to plan at the Velton’s estate?”
“The tree is up and ready for your keen eye.”
Winter pressed one of the coffees into my hand. “Let’s eat in your room. You have a better view.”
Things between us had changed since we had sex, but not immensely so. Winter, with wisdom I hadn’t expected from a twenty-four-year old, had asked me to walk her back to the cabin the night we hooked up. She’d acknowledged with a small smile and nod of understanding that she knew spending the night was perhaps one step too many before breaking the tension with a quick-witted joke about how I might have to carry her there, since her legs were unreliable after our “romp,” as she’d called it.
The walk to her cabin had been crisp and comfortable. The awkwardness I expected to settle between us never came. Instead, we talked about the party, our upcoming St. Louis trip, and a few insignificant things in between that memory couldn’t recall.
I admired her sense of security and willingness to put me first in all this. Did I want her to spend the night? Yes. Had it crossed my mind that I might wake up with her in my bed in the middle of the night and feel like shit, torn up about her being in Veronica’s place?
Also yes.
The fact that Winter had intentionally avoided putting me in that position said a lot to me.
