“You starting already?”
Rosemary replied not with words so much as her mouth. She leaned down and teased the tip with those plump little lips, that sexy pink tongue. Ash wanted to pull the car over and claim her body right then and there, but he had to keep them both safe as he drove. This wasn’t entirely fair. But it was nice.
Ash sped up, racing closer to her place, following the directions she had previously typed into his car’s GPS. Why this chick would be living on her own in an old sugar warehouse when her daddy had more money than God and the biggest mansion in the Garden District he did not know, but he was grateful for that fact at the moment. He was looking forward to a night of dark and dirty business with Rosemary, free from the scrutiny of the rarified world he imagined she lived in.
Ash just needed to get them to their destination before all the blood left his brain and he crashed the car.
As his speeding car reached 75, 80, 85 mph, Rosemary’s mouth worked his shaft with increasing urgency. Her fingers frantically tugged at his shirt. Ash obliged her by pulling his shirttails out of his waistband so her hands could reach under and caress his pleasure trail. Damn. Damn, damn, damn, she was working him up.
Ash wanted to tell her to stop, but he also wanted to see how far this would go.
“Slow down, baby girl. Tell me where to park.”
He had exited the off-ramp and was now headed down her street.
Rosemary kept going while managing to produce a key card from her purse and handing it to him. A multi-tasker of epic proportions. Ash thought he might love this woman already. He swiped the card at the gate. Thank god for automation or some parking attendant would be getting quite a show right now.
“Babe, I don’t want the first time we do this to be in a parking garage. Call me a hopeless romantic.”
She slowed her pace. Then she sat up and looked at him. “There’s going to be a second time?”
He grinned. “And a third, and a fourth, and a thousandth. I don’t do one-night stands, sweet thing. I hope that doesn’t scare you. Because even if it does, I ain’t letting you get away.”
Rosemary’s satin voice came out in a low whisper. “I don’t know if you realize this, but if you’re into me for the long term, Daddy’s gonna find out. And he ain’t gonna like it one bit.”
“Who’s your daddy?”
She looked at him blankly. “Lionel DuChamp, silly. I thought we’d been over this.”
Ash grinned and gave her his best bedroom eyes. “Nah. Tell me who’s your daddy now?”
It took Rosemary a second, but then she caught on, and a devious smile her face. She arched an eyebrow at him and whispered, “You are?”
“What? Was that a question? I didn’t hear you,” he teased. “Could you speak up?”
“I said you are. You’re my daddy.”
“You know that’s right. Now let’s go upstairs and finish this, ’cause I’m gonna take care of you so good you won’t know which way is up when I’m done with you.”
Upstairs, her “apartment” looked to Ash more like an entire third floor of a hastily renovated warehouse. He didn’t see much of it in the dark except the vast amount of space bathed in the lights from the street. She pulled him into her corner bedroom and plugged in a string of pink lights that were haphazardly pinned to the crown molding.
The effect was a rosy glow that allowed him to watch what she was doing to him. It had been one thing to feel this aggressive little mate of his have her way with him while he white-knuckled the steering wheel and willed himself to keep his damn eyes on the road. Crazy exciting. But sitting on the edge of her California king-size bed, watching her smile at him as she kicked off her high heels and knelt in front of him was just beyond everything.
Rosemary expertly sank his shaft deeply into her mouth and all the way to the back of her throat, not wasting a moment of anyone’s time.
“I like a woman who gets right to the point,” he growled, threading his fingers into her wild layers of hair. Now that she was between his legs and not sitting beside him, she could pull him in much deeper, explore more of his body with both of her hands. She worked her way up to a frantic rhythm, cupping and squeezing his balls at the same time, making him curse and gasp with the pleasurable pain of it. When he was almost at blast-off, she moved her hands around gripped his ass. The rumble that escaped Ash’s lips quickly rose into a roar of epic pleasure. He exploded into her mouth and she took it all in with gleeful enthusiasm.
It was then Ash realized he’d forgotten to warn her of one thing.
“Oh fuck. Baby, I’m so sorry. It’s too much, I forgot to tell you,” he huffed.
But if Rosemary had noticed an unnaturally large amount of cum than a normal human male, she didn’t act put off. She took it all in with the same ease that she tossed back her liquor.
When his orgasm subsided, Ash caught Rosemary up in his arms and pulled her into his lap. She circled her arms around his ribcage, squeezed, and laid her head on his chest. All he could think about was his need to kiss those generous lips of hers, tear off that flimsy dress, and make her feel as alive as he felt right now. But with her head down like that, she seemed to want to snuggle. He was okay with that, too. They would have plenty of time for more dirty deeds later. A lifetime together, if he had his way.
“Baby, I wanna kiss that mouth,” he breathed.
“Not yet,” she
