I waited for her to undo each button, then tugged on a ponytail, earning a flush from her. “I’m going to keep your skirt on when I fuck you.”
Pupils dilated. She liked that idea, and how I said it.
“I was expecting a crappy night.” She dragged his shirt out of his waistband, slipped each button free. “I thought I’d be so steaming angry that I’d turn into She-Hulk.”
Her touch drove me into a single-minded spiral of need. The extra layer of deceit must be fueling my libido. Had to be, my response to her was off the charts.
“I’m your consolation prize.” Mentally, I snickered. She’d wanted the strip mall, then she’d wanted to confront me, but she was going to strip naked for me instead.
I dipped my head and licked the rim of her ear, delighting in her shiver. Good. I’d make sure I had the upper hand, that I didn’t lose my head as soon as she fisted my cock.
Tipping her face back, her lips curled in a lazy smile. “Now show me what I’ve won.”
We stood in the middle of her living room, with only a lamp in the corner on. I checked to make sure the front drapes were drawn. Not because I cared if anyone saw my bare ass pounding into her. Anyone seeing her body on display made me want to envelop her in a cape and fly her away.
I wrapped my hands around her waist to draw her closer, needing her closer.
A faint buzzing sound caught my attention. I frowned. Was that a phone?
She groaned and pressed into me. “I’m going to ignore it. If it’s important, they’ll call back.”
Capturing her lush mouth, I proved to her I was grateful for her decision. The wine still flavored her lips, along with her unique, intoxicating taste and the promise of amazing sex. I bunched the hem of her skirt up. Maybe I’d take her fast and hard, relieve the pressure, then spend some time playing with her body.
Her eager response only encouraged my plan.
The vibrating continued. With a frustrated huff, she pulled away.
“Sorry.” Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples strained against her shirt. Better than any centerfold I’d ever seen.
While she located her purse and dug around inside, I willed myself not to shove my hand into my pants. My shaft pressed against my waistband and I wanted so badly to find release inside Mara.
She answered the phone and turned her back on me. “What? Yes, yes. Do that and I’ll meet her there.”
She hung up and stood unmoving, her head hanging and her shoulders drooping. Genuine disappointment curled in my belly. She’d gotten bad news and the fun was over. When she spun toward me, she wore a false smile.
“I…have to cut the night short.” She shrugged, sadness and worry etched in her features.
I refused to acknowledge the tiny bit of worry for her creeping in.
“I’m sorry, Sam.”
My dad’s name slapped me in the face and reminded me why I was in her place. “Is everything all right? Your store?”
She shook her head. “It’s not the store worrying me tonight. Family emergency.” Pushing her bangs off her face, she looked around, then down at herself. “I’ve gotta change clothes. Oh, you need a ride back to the club.”
I could offer to call an Uber, aka my driver, but I was reluctant to part ways so soon. I wasn’t done with her, on many levels. “Only if it’s on the way. Where are you going?”
“Twin City Medical.”
My brows shot up. A hospital. Normally, I didn’t care about his hookups’ personal lives, but Mara was different. I needed to know my target. Learn her weak areas. That was it. Not because I was curious about anything to do with her.
“Go change.”
With a grateful smile, she rushed to the back of the house. I buttoned up my shirt and grabbed her keys. Her phone lay where she’d left it and the lock screen wasn’t yet showing. Snatching it up and punching in my number, I called myself, then entered my contact info.
Almost too late, I realized I’d typed Wes.
“Sam. Fucking Sam,” I muttered as I corrected it and added Smith for a generic last name in case she tried looking me up.
“Did you say something?” Mara trotted back down the hall
My hand fell limp at my side, barely clasping her phone. She wore soft jeans that molded to all of her curves and a red “Bazinga” T-shirt. Her gaze fell on her phone in my hand and her brow furrowed.
“I’ve got my contact info in here for when you want to claim your consolation prize.” I jingled her keys. “I’ll drive you to the hospital and call a ride from there.”
A myriad of emotions ran across her face. Disbelief, regret, relief. “Of course, I want what’s mine.”
She just missed the mark for playful flirtation and her body language spoke of urgency. I cocked my head in the direction of the car and she charged out the door.
We were back on the road. I was hard and throbbing, but as Mara’s tension filled the air, my sex drive waned.
“So what’s going on?” I glanced over at her staring out the window, fiddling her thumbs in a solo game of thumb war.
She turned her worried gaze on me. “My mom. She has some medical problems and spiked a high fever. My guess is pneumonia again.”
Again? I’d had pneumonia maybe once in my life. What did people say to news like that? My mom would cackle and list the reasons the recipient was deserving of their misfortune.
“Hope she’s okay.”
“Thanks. She usually gets better, but I always worry if this’ll be the time…” Her
