He slid one big hand over the bare skin of her ass, making her whimper with impatience. She heard the quiet rip of a condom wrapper. Then he forced her legs wide apart, one finger sliding from her clit to the entrance of her vagina.
“You teased me all night. Is this what you want?”
“Yes, yes,yes. Fuck me.”
He filled her with a single slow thrust that felt like salvation, an answer to hours of wanting him. “God, I love your pussy.”
He gave her just a moment to get used to having him inside her before he began to move, slowly at first then faster until he was driving into her hard, a big hand grasping one hip, his fingers digging into her skin, the other reaching around to tease her clit.
God, it felt good,sogood. He was relentless, his deep strokes making the ache inside her worse, stretching her, filling her, driving her crazy.
Faster, harder, deeper.
Wanting every inch of him, she arched her lower back and heard him groan in approval. She fought to hold on, her fingers digging into the sofa as he drove her headlong toward a shattering climax, pounding her pleasure home.
He followed her over the edge, finishing with a few powerful thrusts. He sank against her, out of breath, his hands bracketing her body on the back of the sofa. He pressed kisses along her nape. “Vicki. My Vicki.”
As her heartbeat slowed, one thought cut through the post-orgasmic bliss.
How could she possibly say goodbye to him?
* * *
Eric soakedin the enormous bathtub, Victoria leaning back against him, her head resting on his chest, their legs mingling. Music drifted through the suite from the radio. It was classical, but Eric was too content to care. He caressed one beautiful breast, his other arm stretched out across the back of the tub, warm water lapping lazily at their skin. His mind drifted, his body replete. “You did a crazy wonderful thing tonight.”
“I’m glad you liked it. I wondered how you would react.”
It took him a moment to realize that she’d misunderstood him. “I’m not talking about your lack of panties, though that was crazy and wonderful, too. I’m talking about eight thousand nine hundred dollars plus change.”
She craned her neck, looked up at him. “You saw? No one was supposed to see.”
“Good eyes. What can I say?”
“I hope Austin and Lexi didn’t see it, too.”
“Even if they didn’t, I’m sure they have some idea how much it cost.”
“Lexi is my best friend. Besides, it’s only money.”
His mother had often said those words, but for different reasons. When buying antibiotics for him had left her with no money for food. When she’d had to choose between snow tires and paying her utility bill. When the school had asked parents to help cover the cost of a field trip and she’d had nothing to give.
“It’s only money,” she’d say, smiling down at him. “We’ll make it somehow.”
When he’d been old enough to work, he’d helped out, doing chores outside so his mother could rest, getting odd jobs to earn his own spending money, shoveling sidewalks and splitting wood all winter to help pay the heating bills. There’d been times when a little cash—far less than what Victoria had spent tonight—would have made a world of difference to him and his mother. Yes, there were more important things than money, but money went a long way toward making life easier.
That’s why you went for the high-paying job, isn’t it, buddy?
Right.
“What’s it like to grow up like that?”
“With money, you mean?”
That’s what he’d meant. “Sorry if that seems too personal.”
She laughed. “I’m sitting naked with you in a bathtub. You’ve been inside me. Is there anything more personal than that?”
He chuckled. “I guess not.”