Filthy Rich, Wild with Lust

Chapter 27

He lifts me and brings me back down onto him with a sharp snap, knocking the air from my lungs. My body finally recognizes what she’s supposed to do, and I get a rush of moisture.

“That’s it.” He smiles as he feels the lubrication finally arrive. He lifts me again and slides in deep, so deep.

The last of his control snaps. He lifts me and begins to ride me, his hips rising to meet mine, slower at first and then working up to deep, punishing pumps, the kind that make your eyes roll back in your head.

The sound of our skin slapping together echoes throughout the room.

I cry out as I begin to spiral.

“Not yet.” He lifts me higher and higher, his hips working at piston pace, desperate for the orgasm his body is demanding.

I clench down as I come hard, and he holds himself deep, and I feel the hard jerk of his c**k.

We pant as we stare at each other.

A beautiful, perfect clarity runs between us, something that is foreign and new.

I cup his beautiful face in my hand.

His eyes are wild. His body is still inside mine, yet I can feel him pulling away from me by the second.

He’s panicking...

Without a word he lifts me off him and throws me onto the bed.

He flicks off his condom and throws it in the trash and then crawls between my legs and pulls them open. He licks me there, his eyes closing in pleasure, and I shudder and shake, my body still reacting to the orgasm I just had.

Then he’s eating me like I’m his last supper. His stubble is burning my skin. His hands are all over, and I get the feeling that he’s blocking me out. Instinct has taken him over.

He’s feeding his body now; I have nothing to do with it anymore.

He licks me deeper and deeper, and aah... What the hell is he doing? We just had s*x. This is perverted.

But it’s not, not even close.

This is dirty and hot, just like I knew he would be.

He takes me there again, licking me until I can’t stand it, until I’m writhing on the bed. And then he flips me over onto my knees and pulls my hips up with a sharp snap.

I hear the condom wrapper tear, and he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back as he slams in hard. My knees nearly buckle from underneath me, and he slaps my ass. “Get on your knees and ride this f*****g c**k. I’m nowhere near finished with you.” He slides his thumb into my ass. “My dirty girl next door.”

Excitement runs through me, and I smile.

Hands down, best night of my life.

I wake up sleepy and put my arm out for Henley. The bed is empty, and I look around the darkened hotel room. Is he in the bathroom? “Hen?” I call.

No answer.

I sit up. “Henley?”

Silence...

The energy is different. f**k it. He’s gone.

I reach over and grab my phone to check the time: 6:00 a.m.

Did he leave last night after I went to sleep?

He broke me in on the armchair. Then we had rough s*x. Then we had a shower, and somehow that turned into s*x, too, and eventually, we rolled into bed exhausted. I don’t remember much after that, but I do remember him holding me close as I drifted off to sleep.

Shit.

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. On the way back to bed, I see a scribbled note on the bedside table.

Gone to the gym,

back soon.

Relief fills me. Okay... he’s only at the gym, and he left me a note.

Crisis averted.

I lie in bed and smile goofily up at the ceiling. Last night was the most incredible s****l experience of my life.

He’s so...

Wow.

I feel sated and alive. And damn it, I want more.

Henley James is one addictive drug.

I know he’s not at the gym. He’s visiting his father, being the wonderful man that I know he is deep down. He’ll be back soon.

Fuck, he’ll be back soon, and I look like roadkill. I need to be simply irresistible from here on out. I jump up and bounce into the shower. Time to get back to my hard-to-get plan.

Focus, b***h.

“Another coffee?” the waitress asks.

“That would be lovely. Thank you.” I smile. I glance at my watch. 7:45 a.m.

Where is he?

I’m sitting in the hotel restaurant, trying to play hard to get. I’m waiting for him to call me to see where I am when he gets back.

He better f*****g call me.

What if this plan backfires and he just leaves without me?

It won’t. He won’t.

If I want more of this man, I have to make him think I’m not attached and clingy.

But right at this moment, I feel serial-killer clingy toward him.

My phone beeps a text.

Where are you?

I smile. Yes!

I text him back.

I’m in the restaurant having breakfast.

Join me?

I hunch my shoulders up like a little kid. Everything is going according to plan.

Okay, see you soon.

I open my prop newspaper, and with my heart thumping in my chest, I prepare myself for battle.

Ten minutes later. “Hello.”

I glance up to see Mr. Gorgeous sliding into the seat opposite me. I want to jump up and kiss him, hug him so tight that he pops, but I won’t.

“Hi.” I smile casually. I turn my attention back to my paper. “How was the gym?”

“It was okay.” He looks around. “Is it a buffet, or are we ordering?”

“I’ve already eaten,” I lie. “I was hungry.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll wait with you while you eat if you like.” I glance up from my paper as if he’s an inconvenience.

A frown flashes across his face before he quickly hides it. “Don’t let me keep you.”

“No, no.” I glance at my watch. “I’ve got half an hour.”

His eyes hold mine. “Before what?”

“I’m going shopping. My girlfriends are meeting me. We have a full day planned.”

“Really?” He rolls his lips as if annoyed.

“You didn’t expect me to go home with you, did you?”

His jaw tics in anger. “Not at all.”

The waitress comes over. “Can I take your order, sir?”

“Yes.” He looks over the menu. “I’ll have the big breakfast, please, with a latte and an orange juice.”

“Sure.” She scribbles down his order before leaving us alone.

I keep reading the paper, and I can feel Henley’s eyes fixed on me. “You don’t have to stay,” he says.

“Actually, I might get going. I do have a lot to do.” I fold my paper in half and drink the last of my coffee.

His eyes hold mine.

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling. “You were a great fuck.”

He blinks, shocked.

“Until next time, Mr. James.” I blow him a kiss and, without another word, walk away; I can feel his eyes on my back, and I want to jump and punch the air.

That was so cool that I can’t even stand it.

Let the games begin.

I walk into the café and smile and wave as I see Chloe waiting at the table for me. I bounce over. “Hi.” I beam.

“Hi.” She smirks up at me. “You look like you’ve been well fucked.”

“Not even close.” I giggle and fall into my seat. “I’ve been spectacularly f****d, actually.”

She giggles and holds her hand up for a high five. “Yes.”

“Your coffees.” The waitress smiles as she puts them down on the table.

“Thank you.”

“So?” Chloe widens her eyes. “Tell me everything.”

“Oh my god.” I sigh dreamily. “Picture the best night in all of history, and that’s what I had. He is... unbelievable.”

“What, good in bed?”

“Good at everything, and he’s sensual and s****l and hung like a horse and, gah... I’m addicted.”

Chloe twists her lips as she looks at me. “I thought this was an intel mission only.”

“It was... is,” I correct myself.

“Hang on a minute—you said you just wanted friends with benefits with him.”

“I do,” I lie. “But... I’m just going to see how it goes.”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever you do, don’t fall for this guy. He’s emotionally f****d up, and the last thing you need is a man with colossal baggage.”

“I know, I’m not.”

“We’ll see.” She sips her coffee. “So did you stick to our plan this morning?”

“Yep. I was as cold as ice.”

Chloe raises her coffee cup to me as a silent salute. “And what did he do?”

“He was too shocked to speak.” I shrug. “I think”—I contemplate that for a moment—“at least I hope that’s why he wasn’t speaking.” I shrug. “Anyway, I said I had plans, and when I was leaving, I told him that he was a great fuck.”

Chloe chokes on her coffee. “You said what?”

“I was telling the truth.” I laugh. “He was a great f**k. The best, actually.”

Chloe laughs out loud. “Oh man, I am so living vicariously through you right now.”

We fall silent as we drink our coffee.

“So what’s the next move?” Chloe asks.

“Cockteasing.”

“Cockteasing?”

“I’m going to be all sexy-like but unavailable for sex.”

“Yeah, well, that could majorly backfire.”