Filthy Rich, Wild with Lust

Chapter 32

“Oh, you think?” I stammer. “This is one colossal fuckup.”

“It’s too soon. You don’t have him locked in enough yet to be going on double dates with other people. What happens if Taryn makes a move on him? And we know she will. What are you going to do then? Are you going to kiss Mason to get him back?” Chloe says.

I drag my hand down my face as I consider this possibility. “True. I hadn’t even thought of that.”

“And what happens if this Mason thing gets all too hard and Henley thinks ‘f**k it’and walks away and does actually go for Taryn? He’s got baggage, remember, and you are at a very fragile point in this relationship,” Rebecca replies.

“It isn’t even a relationship yet.” I put my head in my hands. “Ugh, you’re completely right. I didn’t think this through at all. Why am I such a smart-ass?”

“I know what to do,” Chloe says. “Put the date off for a while. Don’t say never, but pretend to have things on this weekend. That way you will get some more time with him alone, but he still knows it may happen in the future.”

“Yes,” Rebecca gasps. “Perfect. That way he’s still on notice of you trading him in.”

I roll my eyes. “Henley James would never be traded in.”

“Don’t let him know that.”

“Okay, I think this could work.” I look over to Rebecca. “What’s going on with John, anyway? Anything new happen?”

“He’s going on a golfing weekend with the boys in a few weeks.” She widens her eyes.

“Do you think he is?”

“Who f*****g knows, but I figure that I’m not getting laid, so someone else must be. He’s too highly sexed to just go cold turkey like this.”

“You actually think he’s cheating?” I ask.

“I don’t know.” She sighs sadly. “It’s all I can think about, though. He always works late, and I thought it was just because he’s a surgeon, but what if it’s not?”

“I’m sorry.” I take her hand over the table. “I’m sure it’s going to work out.”

“Hide an Apple AirTag in his car,” Chloe says.

“What?”

“Hook up an Apple AirTag to your phone and hide it in his car. That way, if you do have suspicions on whether he’s at work or not, you can see it in black and white.”

“I don’t want to be sneaky and deceitful,” Rebecca replies.

“If I had suspicions my husband was f*****g other women”—Chloe shrugs—“I’d do it.”

“You just concentrate on snagging Dr. Grayson,” I snap. “You can be so insensitive sometimes. This isn’t just some guy she’s banging. This is her husband, Chloe.”

“Speaking of a guy you’re banging—” Rebecca points to my phone on the table. A message has just come in.

Henley

A thrill runs through me at seeing his name light up my screen.

I click it open.

Your turn to jump the fence tonight.

I smile goofily.

“What does it say?” Chloe asks.

“‘Your turn to jump the fence tonight.’” I smile, excited.

“No, play hard to get, remember,” Rebecca reminds me.

“But I want to see him.”

“Then tell him to come to your house,” Chloe says.

“Okay.” I text back.

Come to mine instead.

I see the dots bouncing, and I smile as I wait for his reply.

No, it has to be my house.

I want to introduce you to my swing.

“What?” I whisper. “His d**k is way too big for a f*****g s*x swing.”

“He has a s*x swing?” Chloe gasps. “Oh, f**k me dead. I always wanted to try one of those. I am so living vicariously through you right now.”

I text back.

That’s not happening.

“Why did you write that?” Chloe gasps.

“He’ll break me in f*****g half,” I gasp. “Have you seen his d**k?”

“No, but I want to,” Chloe replies. “Can you take a photo of it tonight?”

My phone immediately rings. The name Henley lights up the screen.

“Dear lord, he’s calling,” Chloe stammers.

I answer as I try to sound cool. “Hello, Henley.”

“Good afternoon, Miss Drinkwater,” his deep sexy voice replies.

Butterflies swirl in my stomach. Just the sound of his voice does things to me.

I look up to the girls as they hang on my every word, and I get up and walk outside for some privacy.

“Hi.” I smile goofily.

“Hi.” I can tell he’s smiling too.

“Why are you calling me?”

“To get my way.”

I giggle. “Henley... we cannot do that.” I lower my voice and look around to see if anyone can hear me.

“Yes, we can.”

I lower my voice to a whisper. “You are too big for me.”

“Nonsense. It’s a perfect fit.”

I feel myself blush. “We need more... practice.”

“You actually think I’m going to hurt you?”

“I just...” I hesitate.

“You just what?”

“We’re just new at this. Your body is a lot extra... I need you to be patient with me.”

He stays silent, and I know he’s considering my request. “I would never hurt you, Juliet.”

“I know.” I smile shyly. “I just want to get to know you better first in a more familiar environment.”

He exhales but stays silent.

“So you’ll jump the fence for me?” I ask hopefully.

“Only for you.”

“I can’t wait,” I gush. “What time?”

“Ten minutes?”

I giggle. “About eight?”

“Okay...”

He hangs on the line, and I smile goofily.

“Goodbye, Mr. James.”

“Goodbye, sweet Juliet.”

I hang up and practically float back to the table.

“Well?” the girls ask impatiently.

“I think I won that round; he’s coming over tonight. This hard-to-get thing is actually pretty fun.”

Tap, tap, tap sounds at the back door, and my heart hammers in my chest.

He’s here.

Oh man, will I ever become immune to his gorgeousness?

I open the door in a rush, and there he stands: blue jeans, white T-shirt, dark hair, large shoulders, and a look in his eye that could melt Antarctica.

“Hi,” I whisper nervously.

He steps forward and sweeps me into his arms, his lips taking mine. “I’ve been waiting to kiss you all f*****g day,” he murmurs against my lips.

And there it is... the nine words that send me into heart palpitations.

“You have?” I smile.

His hands go to my behind, and he drags my hips over his erection, and I feel how hard he already is.

He’s not joking.

I lick his lips. “Are you horny, Mr. James?”

His dark eyes hold mine, and he unzips his jeans and pulls his c**k out. “I’ll let you be the judge of that.”

My eyes drop to his erection, engorged, with thick veins coursing down the length of it.

I feel a flutter down below.

Seriously...

Has there ever been a more beautiful d**k in the history of human life?

“I thought you were coming over for conversation,” I whisper.

He smiles darkly and pulls my nightdress off over my head and throws it to the side. His eyes drop to my bare breasts. “It’s not your mouth I want to talk to.”

He’s so naughty.

“What do you want to talk to?” I play dumb.

He lifts me and sits me up on the kitchen counter. We stare at each other, and then he slides my panties down my legs and takes them off. “I want to speak to the supervisor.” He circles his four fingertips over my c******s.

Feels good.

He spreads my legs and then slides his finger deep into my s*x and begins to pump me. Then he adds another finger, then another.

I close my eyes to deal with the pleasure. “That’s a good place to start.”

The sound of my arousal sucking him in echoes through the kitchen. Jeez... he’s been here for all of two minutes.

We’re like animals together.

He puts his mouth to my ear. “I f****d myself twice today, imagining doing this to you,” he whispers.

I shudder at his dirty words and clench my s*x around his fingers.

He smiles darkly. “You like the thought of me f*****g myself?”

I whimper as he works me hard. My breasts begin to bounce, and he bends and takes a n****e into his mouth and bites me. Arousal surges through me as I lose control.

He lifts me, and we fall back onto the couch, and in one sharp movement he pulls me over and onto him. His thick c**k slides deep and full in. We both moan in pleasure.

We lose control, f*****g each other hard and loud.

My knees are up around his shoulders, and he’s so deep inside of me, burning me up from the inside out.

I tip my head back and cry out as I come in a rush, and he holds himself deep.

An earth-shattering orgasm stealing sanity from us both.

And then he kisses me, soft and tender. As if he’s been missing me all day.

Just like I’ve been missing him.

“Hi.” He smiles, almost as if embarrassed at our lack of control.

“Hi.” I smile shyly up at him.

He’s disheveled and just f****d. His dark hair hanging over his forehead. His body still deep inside of mine.

“That was a great conversation.” He smirks.

I giggle and put my head onto his shoulder, and then a thought runs through my head.

Fuck.

No condom.

Henley

My heart is racing. The highest of highs tears through me, and I kiss Juliet’s temple in a postorgasmic glow.

God, she’s perfect.