“Would you care to accompany me to the restroom?” Greta smiled at Sam.
“Of course. I’ll be right back,” she said.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Samantha
“Thank you.” Greta hooked her arm around mine as we headed to the bathroom.
“For what?”
“I saw you talking to Theo. You had your ‘I’m going to kill you a thousand times over, and then set your body on fire,’ look. I appreciate it, my friend. I really do, but I don’t care. He’s past. Finn is present.” She grinned.
“You like him?” I smiled.
“Oh, Sam. He’s dreamy. We’re leaving here soon, and he’s taking me out. I’m not even mad about Theo anymore because everything happens for a reason.”
“It truly does.” I smiled.
I didn’t want to tell her that he met a gold-digging twenty-five-year-old, and that's why he canceled.
We left the bathroom and returned to where the guys were.
“I think we’ve had our fun here. How about we leave?” Wes said.
“Good idea.” I smiled.
After Wes told his grandmother we were leaving, we climbed into the back of his car.
“How about we head to your apartment so you can pack a small bag to spend the night at my place tonight?” He reached over and grabbed hold of my hand.
“I’d like that.” I smiled.
Ben drove us to my apartment. After we walked inside, I went straight to my bedroom and packed a few extra clothes and toiletries into a bag. I couldn’t stop smiling. The thought of spending the night with him at his brownstone had my heart racing in a way I wasn’t ready to admit. He had control over me. Maybe it was his mesmerizing blue eyes. Eyes that could put any woman into a trance. Or maybe it was his smile. That smile was my downfall. Because every time he did that to me, I forgot all the reasons why I should’ve stayed away from him.
“I’m ready.” I bounced into the living room with my bag.
Wes reached over and grabbed my bag from me.
The moment we stepped through the door of his brownstone, he set my bag down, grabbed me, and smashed his mouth into mine.
“I can’t wait any longer.” He pushed me up against the wall.
Our lips met with fierce passion as his hand roamed up my dress, pushing my panties to the side, and plunging his finger deep inside me. I gasped at the feeling as my body trembled. His tongue met my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers unbuttoned my dress, and his hands pushed down the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts. He leaned down, taking each hardened peak into his mouth. I could feel the wetness pour from my heated body. He stepped back, removed his shirt, then his pants and underwear. Grabbing my leg, he brought it up to his waist as hethrust inside me. Our bodies synced. Moans escaped both our lips as a wave of pleasure took over us.
“I forgot a condom,” he groaned.
“I’m on birth control,” I spoke breathlessly. I wasn’t worried. I was very strict when it came to my birth control.
After a few more thrusts, an orgasm infiltrated my body, causing his cock to spasm to the point he couldn’t hold back any longer. Several moans erupted from him, and he halted and exploded inside me. He dropped his head to my shoulder, while his breathing returned to normal.
“Fuck,” he said, pulling out and stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. His lips tenderly met mine for a kiss before he bent down and picked up my dress and panties off the floor.
“How about we take a nice, relaxing bath?” he said.
“Is wine included?” I smiled.
“Of course.”