I didn’t drag her back toward me because the sight was so beautiful. It was dark, but I could still make out the features of her body. I could still see a few freckles on her right shoulder. Her wide hips curved into a beautiful waistline. The curve of the outside of her breasts was noticeable in the dim light. She was an amazing woman packed with curves everywhere.
Gorgeous.
She scooted to the edge and prepared to stand up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” My large hand could wrap around her wrist twice because she was so small. I secured my hold on her and slowly dragged her back toward me.
She didn’t fight it, turning toward me so her tits were visible. “Home.”
“It’s only…” I squinted as I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand. “Jesus, it’s five in the morning on a Sunday. Get your ass back here.” I tugged on her harder, forcing her closer to me.
She smiled as she looked down at me, the exhaustion in her eyes. “I have a lot of stuff to do today. I thought I could sneak out without waking you.”
“You’re one of those women, huh?” I pulled her on top of me, her luscious tits pressing against my chest. I cupped her cheek then tucked her hair behind her ear. My eyes were heavy with sleep, but I kept them open so I could look at this fine woman.
“What kind of women are we talking about here?”
“That slip out before the sun rises.” My fingers moved down her neck and over her chest until I palmed her tit.
“Yes.”
“Well, you don’t have to do that with me. You can leave when you want, and I won’t make you stay.”
She smiled. “What are you doing right now?”
“That’s different. It’s not even morning yet. Now, go back to sleep.”
She stared at me as she considered it, her green eyes shifting back and forth slightly as she looked into mine. “I’m having breakfast with someone, and I still need to hit the gym first.”
A woman didn’t have an ass like that without working hard. I wanted to make another argument to get her to stay, but she had obviously made up her mind. We had a great night of fucking, and now it was back to reality. That was exactly how I wanted it anyway—to resume our professional relationship. “Let me walk you out.”
“No.” She pushed my chest so I would remain against the mattress. “I know the way.” She leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, giving me a slow and seductive kiss.
My hand fisted her hair, and I breathed deeper into her mouth. Every time she kissed me, I felt such a profound sense of passion and desire. I couldn’t get enough of her. This woman kissed as good as she fucked.
My cock hardened to the size of a bat under the sheets and pressed against her. Anytime I was in the same room with her, my cock ballooned with eagerness. I saw beautiful women on a daily basis without getting hard. I’d been to strip clubs without being impressed. But with Autumn, my cock was a fucking machine.
She pulled the sheets away then gave me a few pumps with her fingers.
Now I knew she wasn’t leaving—unless she was the biggest tease in the world.
She broke our kiss then stuck my dick in her mouth, soaking it until it was coated with her saliva. Then she crawled on top of me and straddled my hips.
Fuck yes.
She found a condom in my nightstand and rolled it onto my length, her fingers working my large length as her eyes stared at it with greed.
My hands gripped her ass. “I’m surprised you aren’t too sore.”
“I am.” She rose onto the balls of her feet then slowly sheathed me. “But you’ll make me come anyway.”
10
Vincent
I saw Thorn across the room talking to Autumn Alexander, one of the brightest minds of our young generation. Her developments in solar and renewable energy were beyond impressive. But judging by the way Thorn was standing so close to her, I suspected they weren’t talking about business.
I kept business and pleasure separate. The kind of women I went for had nothing to do with this world. They were usually models. In fact, they were all models. They were primarily foreign too, holding citizenship from France or Italy.
I guess I had a type.
My last relationship ended unexpectedly. After my conversation with Titan, I reevaluated my life. Even with a woman by my side and in between my sheets, my existence was utterly empty. Despite the company, I was still lonely.
My conversations were meaningless and drab. Most of the time they talked and I just listened. That wasn’t their fault.
I just didn’t say much.
I took the strong and silent type to a whole new level.
Women liked me because I was rich, sophisticated, had great taste in wine and art—and I had a few yachts.
Women loved yachts.
And I was still handsome.
I started good habits when I was young, eating right and exercising regularly. That benefited me in the long term.
I was young when I had Diesel. I was twenty-one at the time. My wife was the same age. Now I was fifty-six, but I felt much younger than my age indicated. My lean and toned body shaved off ten years to my appearance. If it weren’t well known that Diesel was my son, people would mistake him for my brother.
Titan was right—I was still young.
I had a long life ahead of me. Even I lived to be eighty, that still gave me another twenty-five years.
How should I spend it?
The idea of falling in love again didn’t sound appealing to me. How could I ever love someone again after the way I loved my wife? She was perfect for me, my better half. I always wondered what she would look like now—if she’d survived. I imagined us cruising the Mediterranean together, still happy and in
