“But I’m sure you can picture me doing other things.” My hand moved farther up her thigh, taking the dress with it. “I’ll be your bachelorette party. And you be my bachelor party. We’ll get stupid drunk. We’ll get naked. And we’ll do crazy shit that we won’t remember.”
“Now, that sounds like fun,” Ms. Alexander said.
“Well…” Thorn inched closer to her. “If you’re looking for a stripper, I’m available.”
She grinned then pushed him away. “Good thing I’m not looking.”
“Oh, come on.” He circled his arm around her shoulders. “I dance as well as I—”
“Professionalism from this point onward.” She pushed his arm down. “I mean it, Thorn.”
Thorn sighed and turned back to us, but he didn’t unleash a smartass comment like he usually would. She had some invisible power over him, a power I could see but perhaps he couldn’t. They did have an obvious chemistry, and Thorn was playful with her in a way I’d never seen him behave toward anyone else.
Tatum was right…there was something more there.
Chapter Eleven
Thorn
Come over. I stared at my phone and waited for an answer.
No.
Baby.
Don’t call me that.
Sexy baby.
The three dots didn’t appear.
Then I’ll come to you.
I won’t answer the door.
This conversation wasn’t productive, so I called her. I held the phone to my ear and listened to it ring. No answer. I hung up and texted her. We’re having this conversation. You don’t get a choice.
You bet your ass, I get a choice.
Alright. I’m heading over. I stayed on the couch because I knew she wouldn’t call my bluff.
My phone started to ring.
I grinned then answered. “Sexy baby.”
“Don’t call me that either.”
“Why? I like it. It’s perfect for you.”
“Well, I don’t like it.”
“Bullshit. You want to listen to me call you that while I come inside you.” Now I was calling her bluff. I knew exactly how she reacted to me, to every touch, to every look.
She didn’t argue. “I’m disappointed in you right now.”
“Why?”
“Don’t why me,” she snapped. “You promised to stay professional.”
“I am being professional. If I weren’t, I would fuck you on the table in front of Titan.”
“I’m being serious, Thorn. You told her about us, and now I feel like she views me as some slut.”
I shook my head. “I promise you she doesn’t think that.”
“You don’t know…”
“No, I do know. Titan would never, ever call another woman that. She’s a hardcore feminist and thinks it’s bullshit that men can sleep around and it’s almost desirable. If a woman wants a physical relationship with a man, she lacks morals and she’s a whore…she despises that. The only way we’re going to change that is if all of us stop throwing those degrading terms around. So, no, she doesn’t think that.”
Autumn was silent.
“Trust me, it doesn’t affect her opinion of you. She admires your brains and your success. All she cares about is the work, nothing else. Alright?”
She sighed into the phone. “You still told me we would remain professional.”
“That’s as professional as I can be. I’m not staying on this project forever. When Titan comes back from her honeymoon, I’ll catch her up, and then I’ll be gone. You won’t have to work with me ever again. It’ll be alright.”
She turned quiet again.
“Now…are you coming over here, or am I going over there.”
She scoffed into the phone. “Right to the point, huh?”
“Are you saying you don’t want me tonight?”
Silence.
“That’s what I thought. So, what’s going to be?”
She stayed on the phone, considering her answer. Then she said, “I have to be up early tomorrow for my spin class.”
“Then I’ll go over there. See you in a bit, sexy baby.”
The clothes were gone the second I stepped inside her townhouse. I sat in the center of her sofa with the bottoms of my feet pressed against the floor. I pushed against the ground to lift my hips upward, to meet her thrusts. I rested against the cushioned back of the couch, her tits in my face and my hands on her hips.
Fuck.
Me.
I slipped a beautiful pink nipple into my mouth and felt her pussy spasm around my dick as she came for the second time. She rode me harder, getting herself off with my huge dick wedged deep inside her. Her nails started at my shoulders then pulled all the way down, scratching into the sweat and skin. “Thorn…god.” Her head rolled back, and she ran her hand through her hair.
Jesus.
I gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed them hard, feeling my dick start to beg. He was swallowed in her tight goodness, in a place more beautiful than anywhere else he’d been. Every time I moved inside her, my resistance waned. My fingers dug into her harder to hold on, but I was slipping.
My hand anchored in her hair, and I pulled her down on my crotch, shoving my dick far inside her. I released with a grunt, filling her pussy with so much come it pushed past my cock and smeared to my base, mixed with her own cream. I gripped her tits and rested my neck against the back of the couch, letting the orgasm stretch on until it slowly faded away.
She still rode me, her movements slowing down as my cock began to soften. She was stuffed with come and cream, her pussy my favorite place in the world. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she rested against me, her face just inches from mine.
“Sexy baby…” I kissed her top lip, tasting the sweat that formed there. I was sweaty too, but she was the one who did all the work. I just got to sit there and enjoy. “You love that name, right?”
“Only when I’m full of you.”
I smiled against her mouth before I kissed her again. “You have the most incredible pussy…”
She smiled back. “I know.”
“You know?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Well, your dick already told me that.”
“Yeah…he makes it pretty obvious.” My fingertips fell down her shoulder blades and her back, slowly moving down
