Mara could visit my mother, too. They could both worm their way into my bank accounts. Even the thought was half-hearted because, despite my best efforts, Mara wasn’t giving me those vibes.
I breathed a sigh of relief when she finally pulled up. How’d that girl always pull me out of my head?
I went to go open her car door, but I stalled at the look on her face. Stricken. My bubbly girl looked like she faced her worst nightmare.
I pulled open the door and held out my hand. “You okay?”
She pursed her delectable lips and shoved two fast food bags into my hands. “It just hit me today. Some asshole’s closing my store out of spite and I can do nothing about it.” She got out and charged toward her front door. “Sorry, I didn’t feel like cooking.”
The door banged back on me as I followed her. Kicking it open, I stepped in and peeked in the bag.
“Burgers are fine.” I usually ate clean but a night of fries, whose grease had already soaked through the bag, wouldn’t clog my arteries in one shot. Maybe.
I doled out the food at her small table.
“I left a perky woman at the store a couple of hours ago and she came here pissed as hell. What happened?”
She considered me for so long I shifted in my seat, didn’t dare bite into my sandwich. Strong feelings simmered in the depths of her hazel beauties and it was disconcerting to feel like it was aimed at me.
“Sam, why are you here?”
“Because we made a date.”
She stabbed a fry into ketchup and popped it into her mouth.
I did the same.
“It’s just that,” she continued after she swallowed, “you seem like a successful guy. You’re hot and you know it. I’m going out of business, I dress in clothes covered in superheroes, and my history with men is… Well, I haven’t made the best decisions.”
“So, you’re wondering what I see in you?” Did she hear the incredulous tone in my voice? I hoped so. Yeah, I was in this for other reasons. But say she hadn’t conned my dad—she was smokin’. And ambitious. And sweet and funny and—argh. Was I going to prove Flynn right and quote Shakespeare next?
My voice dropped low. “Do I need to show you again?”
Her eyes narrowed on me. “Maybe later.”
We ate in silence. My chef would go apoplectic if he saw what I had just ingested. This entire meal probably wouldn’t buy the one-serving side dish Chef prepared for me at each meal.
“I haven’t played Halo in forever and I noticed you have the game. Gonna let me warm up before you take me on?”
“Nope.” She dumped our garbage and went to the living room.
We set up on the floor, backs against the couch, end table pushed out of the way. I was half-hard already, remembering what we’d done on that couch. My personal vendetta to reveal her greedy nature was going to have to wait. My temporary mission was to cheer her up, not because it bothered me that much—it didn’t—but because I wanted access to her body and Mara was as closed off as my office.
I got a few giggles out of her. Especially when I died horrible deaths in the game.
“All right, enough of Halo. What else do you have?”
“I’ll get one more your speed.” She crawled to the console and switched out games, giving me a prime view of her ass.
I adjusted myself, but it was no use.
When she came back, I pulled her onto my lap. She tensed instead of melting into me like usual.
I captured her mouth in a kiss, but her wooden response wasn’t promising.
“Mara, what’s wrong?” I brushed her bangs out of her eyes.
“I…I just don’t know anymore.” Her eyes glistened. “I’m so tired of everything.”
“Let me help you forget about it tonight.”
Her placid stare remained in place.
Okay. “Then how ’bout you use me as your personal stress reliever?” I released my hold on her and leaned back against the couch. “Use me.”
She waited so long, I’d taken sex off the table for the night. Then she straddled me and jerked my sweater up. I helped her remove it and shuffled my pants down. Before I tossed them, I grabbed a condom out of my pocket.
I fisted the hem of her shirt, but she pushed my hands away to stand. Mara peeling her jeans down was an erotic show I’d pay thousands to watch. When she was bared to me, I fisted myself and gave my cock a sturdy stroke. I was as physically excited as I was mentally with Mara using me for her purposes.
She knelt back in front of me, that damn shirt still on, her nipples poking through the fabric. I licked my lips but held back from tonguing them through the cloth. This was her show.
She ripped open the packet and rolled it on me.
“Do you need to be prepped?” I slid my hand along her thigh, my gaze buried in the view of her mounting me.
To answer, she lifted and settled herself over me to slide down.
I groaned but registered that she had misled me. She wasn’t as wet as usual, but the condom lubricated her entrance enough for me to slide in. I went to grab her hips, but she flung my hands off.
I anchored them on the edges of the cushions. She hoisted herself up and slammed down. My breath whooshed out.
“Fuck, Mara.” I had to spread my legs a little, with a slight bend at the knees. My fingers dug into threadbare upholstery.
She rose and came down hard again. Her hands gripped my shoulders. Written across her face was determination. To get off? She oughta know I’d never let her down in that arena.
She rode me hard. I grunted at the force of holding my orgasm back until she went.
Her
