I shake my head. “You have no idea. Stop stalling and come here.” I pat my lap again.
Tinsley climbs on top of me, and my fingers go to her center. Her panties are already wet. “You’re so turned on.”
She moves her hips over the bulge in my pants. “What are we going to do about that?”
My hands reach up into her shirt and slip inside her cotton bra. I tease and pinch her nipples. “I think I’m going to make you come twice before I fuck you in front of all the windows in my workout room where anyone can see.” My pants are becoming incredibly uncomfortable as she rubs against me. There’s too much fabric between us.
“I like that idea.” She breathes into a kiss and moves her hips, never breaking their rhythm.
My fingers slide inside her panties and find her hard nub.
I apply a bit of pressure, and Tinsley moans. “Right there, don’t stop.”
I lift her shirt off and have the bra unhooked in no time. Her tits are free and bouncing in my face, the beautiful pink nipples begging to be sucked. I take one deep in my mouth while I strum her clit. Her breathing hitches, so I know she’s close. I plunge one finger inside her and then two.
Tinsley grinds her pussy on my hand and throws her head back. Three fingers stroke her deep inside, while I apply firm pressure to her clit. The contractions create an explosion of wetness on my hand.
I roll her off my lap and onto her back beside me on the couch. I tear her panties off and dive in—licking, nibbling, and sucking in all of her juices until she comes again.
As she eases down from her blissful state, my cock is hard and ready. Tinsley reaches for it. “What’s easiest for you?”
I lead her by the hand out to my workout room. Moving a sturdy chair to the center window, I push the seat up against the glass. She holds on to the back of the chair, and I bend her over at the waist. My pants are half off, and my dick is in my hand. She’s so wet that in one hard thrust, I’m balls deep into her.
Tinsley groans and pushes back. “I want it hard and fast,” she pants.
I won’t last long, but I don’t care. I pound her from behind, overlooking the Bay Bridge, Treasure Island, and the traffic leaving the city below. Tinsley clamps tight on my cock, and I can’t move. She screams out my name, and the vice of her channel milks my cock of all its seed.
Breathing hard, she pushes herself to stand. My cock moves to a semi-hard state as I watch our bliss ooze down her leg. I have no doubt in the world that I love this woman.
The house phone rings, and I know it’s Dee letting me know Jim’s team has arrived with our gear.
“How about you go take a shower? I’ll get our luggage taken care of. Are you okay staying in my room, or do you want your things in the guest room?”
“I’ll stay with you, but if you start to snore too loud, I’m moving back into the guest room.”
I kiss her forehead. “That’s fine. I don’t snore.”
“I’ll record you.”
I pat her on the derriere and walk out to the foyer, looking for Greg with my luggage.
I stop short when I see Jim and Fiona standing in my living room.
Nate’s the one I thought they’d be helping right now, not me.
Chapter 35
Tinsley
I don’t know how Landon does it, but he knows how to make my body sing. I like it when he’s slow and deliberate, but I also like it when he’s fast and hard. I know we have a lot of stuff to work out, but I think we can do it. And that’s a huge relief. Because I need to focus and get this software over the finish line.
I don’t have a lot of clothes here, and I don’t want to prance around naked with Jim’s team delivering our stuff, so I pull a pair of his sweatpants from his drawer. They’re giant on me, so I roll them at the waist and have a giant roll around my middle. I pull on one courtnayof his button-down shirts, and it hits me well below the ass. I’m drowning in his clothes, but I smell him on me, and I love it.
On my way to find out where my clothes and belongings are, I see the pool. I need to get in there to work out the kinks in my back and neck. I’ve missed that pool.
Through the glass, I spot Fiona and Jim in the living room. I can’t hear them, but I see that they’re talking. Fiona spots me and nods since I’m to Landon’s back.
He turns around as I approach. “Hey.”
“What’s going on?”
He takes a deep breath. “The FBI has gotten involved. That’s good news because they’re less likely to want to make this about press conferences, but it’s bad news because they want me to come in with an attorney. Jim has a referral for a federal litigator, and we’re negotiating my surrender.”
All of the blood drains from my face. “Surrender? Why?”
“They believe they have enough evidence to hold me.”
“He was with me,” I exclaim.
Jim steps forward. “We know. This is not fun or pretty, but we have some contacts within the FBI—and this is also under Walker Clifton’s purview—so we believe we’ll get a fair shake.”
Landon’s shoulders are rounded, and as he reaches for a glass of water, his hand has a slight tremor.
I search my brain for anything I can do to help him.
