Faded jeans and a Suicide Squad tee sounded like a little black dress in his voice.
“I want fresh clothes. I worked hard for the money today.”
“All right.” He released my hand and draped an arm around my shoulder as he steered me to the door. “Got any more of those leggings?”
The grin that grew lifted the whole week of stress. “Pick your DC superhero.”
He grimaced. “I’ve got bad news, Mara Jade. I was always more of a Marvel guy and I’ve already seen you in Iron Man.”
I gasped dramatically and elbowed him playfully. “I don’t know if this thing between us will work.” Letting us into my place, I dropped my things by the door. “Lucky for you, I run a place where I have to be a well-rounded fangirl. I’ll be right back.”
No looking back as I trotted to my room or I’d never leave the house. I swung the bedroom door shut and unsnapped my pants.
The door didn’t latch and I glanced back. Sam towered in my doorway, his expression even more severe than earlier. My breath hitched.
“Go ahead.” His guttural tone liquefied me. “Drop your pants.”
“The movie?” It was all I could think of saying.
“We have forty-five minutes. Drop your pants and crawl back on the bed.” He reached for his wallet and withdrew a square packet.
Sucking in my lower lip, more with excitement than trepidation, I shucked my pants off, taking my panties at the same time. Doing as he ordered, I scooted back onto the mattress.
He freed himself from his black jeans, doing nothing more than lifting his polo out of the way, unsnapping his pants, and shoving them and his underwear under his shaft.
The condom was rolled on within seconds and he pushed my legs apart. I fell back.
He slid a finger through my crease. “You’re wet for me.”
No answer. My voice didn’t work. His cock replaced his finger and he shoved inside. I cried out as he groaned and dropped his head.
“Been too long,” he said between gritted teeth.
He took full control, backed out, and thrust again, harder. My hands flew to his shoulders, splaying against the soft fabric covering hard muscle.
His pace increased until he pounded me. Circling my clit with his thumb, his hips pistoned until I gasped with the rising climax. He went faster. The seams of his jeans cut into my thighs, his shirt tickling my abdomen.
My hands twisted into his polo, my back arching upon my surrender.
A snarl of emotion left him as he growled out his orgasm, grinding together with mine.
Raw sex. Fast and hard. I’d never experienced anything like it, but with Sam, I’d had a lot of firsts.
Pulling out, he stepped back and headed for the door without looking back. “Now, I’ll wait where you told me to.”
The door was pulled closed behind him and I was left with a delicious ache in my body but a thread of confusion blooming in my heart.
Wes
I braced my hands on Mara’s bathroom counter. I’d stripped off the condom and locked my dick back up where it belonged. My heart raced, had been since my skin had touched Mara while helping her out of her car.
Two minutes and I couldn’t keep away from her. Who could blame me? Her T-shirt was a solid size too small. Did customers notice how it molded around her breasts? As good as a marquis. The way her hips rolled as she walked to her bedroom. I’d been half-hard in anticipation of Mara’s body all day, but the reality of her was too much for my sex drive.
My plan wasn’t going to work if I fell under her spell. Soon, I’d be signing over building after building to her just to keep her in my bed.
Shooting myself a disgusted look in the mirror, I exited the bathroom and shut the door so I didn’t have to listen to the constant drip of the sink. Reclining against her front door, I waited.
Her house was seriously cramped. How was she affording a team of lawyers? Didn’t she have her mom’s hospital bills? We’d texted all week and her mom had gone back to the nursing home Monday. What about that bill?
I’d have Franklin look into how much a month at Golden Meadows cost. In fact, I’d have Franklin—no. Helen. She would comb through Mara’s history with ruthless precision as soon as I said the word. Helen was more territorial of me than my mother. Maybe it was job security for my executive assistant, but I didn’t often question it.
Having someone give a shit about me personally was refreshing.
Was that why Mara crawled under my skin, sent blood screaming toward my cock with her smile and fresh scent?
She blew out of the bedroom, her sex-flushed cheeks sending another flow of blood to my privates.
“What’s that scent you wear?” I blurted. God, maybe I should go home until I had my thinking straight. Ending my day with the PR mess in New York didn’t help.
“Just washed?” she drawled.
“You don’t wear perfume?”
She chuckled. “It’s called dollar-store fabric softener.” Her smile faded when she caught my expression. “Are you okay?”
“Bad day at work.”
“Ah. I get it.”
After I settled her into my new car, I climbed in. She was looking around the interior. “Geez, this thing is immaculate. And it still has that new car smell.”
“I’ve had it for a while.” I may have fudged and put my other car’s plates on this one to make it look that way. I didn’t want to explain a new car and didn’t want her to reveal her greedy side so soon. Well, I did, that was the whole point of dating her, but maybe after the movie. It’d been a long time since I’d done something as normal as going to a movie. Here’s to hoping I didn’t get pulled over for anything. “How’s closing your place going?”
I drove to the theater and let Mara go on about learning how to shut down a
