Our lips meet in a rush of hungry kisses. Sophie’s hands fumble down my body, tracing my abs and moving lower until she finds my hard cock. She teases me at first, her fingertips exploring me, her nails scrapping lightly against my skin, her delicate hand cupping my balls. I grunt when she grips me and begins lazily stroking up and down.  I push my hips up to meet her strokes.

"Harder, baby." I show her what I like, tightening my hand around hers and begin to pump faster.

Her lips momentarily still against mine as though she’s concentrating on finding the rhythm. When she does, pleasure rips through my body and I move my hand to the back of her neck.

"Feels so fucking good," I groan, pushing my hands into her hair and bringing her mouth back to mine.

While our tongues collide and explore, Sophie uses both hands to stroke my length up and down until I’m ready to explode.

"Soph," I grunt. "You’re gonna make me come…"

She bows her head and takes me into the warm cavern of her mouth, suckling against the head of my dick. It’s unexpected and hot that she wants to taste me and I can’t hold back a second longer. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I erupt in a stream of incoherent curses and empty myself into her mouth.

Sophie lets out a low moan and swallows every drop.

"Damn baby." I stare at her in stunned disbelief. I can’t believe she just did that.

She smiles shyly and drops her eyes to my softening cock, then gives him a gentle pat.

"I’m glad you decided against being friends." I stroke her hair back from her face and kiss her lips.

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"You knew that would never work, didn’t you?"

"I knew it wasn’t what I wanted, but I was willing to try if that was the only way to have you in my life." It’s the honest truth.

She gazes up at me, her eyes shining bright with longing. "I want everything."

"I do too, sweet Sophie. I do too."

I rise to my feet, cradling her in my arms. "Come on, let’s go to bed."

"What about our clothes?" She peers down at the heap of discarded clothes and undergarments decorating my office floor.

"It’ll give the housekeepers something to gossip about."

She lays her head against my shoulder, lets out a contented sigh, and lets me carry her up the stairs.

Chapter Six

Sophie

When I wake in the morning, Colton is already up and gone from the bed. Glancing at the clock, I realize it' ten after seven, and since it’s a Monday, I assume he’s gotten up to get ready for work.

Wanting to see him before he starts his day, I climb from the bed and venture downstairs wearing only the t-shirt of his that I slept in. The warm cotton is soft against my skin and reminds me there are so many tiny things I missed about him.  A happy smile plays at the edges of my mouth.

I find him in the kitchen, dressed in a dark suit, crisp white shirt, and a navy blue tie. His feet are still bare. He looks delicious. Maybe I’ll just have him for breakfast.

His eyes lift to mine and he sets his cell phone down on the island. "Aren’t you a pretty sight." His gaze wanders along the curves visible under the t-shirt, before lingering on my bare legs.  "Come here."

His simple command tightens my body with anticipation. I cross the kitchen and stop in front of him. "Did you sleep okay?" I ask, reaching out to fix his tie.

"Like a fucking rock." He plants a kiss to my temple. "Thank God you’re back."

I wrap my arms around his waist and exhale softly as he pulls me into his arms and holds me tight. Seeing him all buttoned up in his suit and tie makes me want to mess him up, undress him and do naughty things – right here in the kitchen.

"You said today was the day…" I lift my face into his neck and whisper against his ear, letting the words linger between us. The promise of sex later has my body entirely too aware of his nearness, his scent.

Colton’s mouth tugs up in a playful smirk. "Fuck, Soph…"

I toy with the hem of my t-shirt and see his gaze drop south.  Dressed in just an old gray t-shirt, and I’ve never felt sexier. I lift the shirt, revealing the fact I’m not wearing any panties, when Colton suddenly clears his throat, looking uncomfortable.

"What?" I ask.

He releases a sigh. "Marta’s here."

Disappointment courses through me and I almost groan in frustration. I drop the hem of the shirt, covering myself once again and peek around Colton to the kitchen window, which has a direct view of the driveway. Her little red sports car is parked in the drive, but she’s nowhere to be found. Weird.

"I’m going to get dressed," I say and leave him in the kitchen. Call me old fashioned, but when one of Colton’s employees is here, I figure I should at least be wearing panties. I draw the line at removing his t-shirt though and just add undergarments and a pair of yoga pants before heading back downstairs.

I run into Marta in the hall outside of one of the guest rooms.

"Sophie?" She sounds surprised and her eyebrows rise as she takes me in.

"Hi." I peek around her and see several suitcases in the guest room and stray articles of clothing on the bed. What in the hell? I don’t understand what’s going on, but rather than stay and chat with Marta, I want to talk to Colton. I head straight for the kitchen.

"Marta looks pretty cozy upstairs."

"She’s going to be staying here," he says, without further explanation.




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