Page 4 of Infinite Love Novella

“Getting something out of my system in hopes of being able to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day,” I replied with a growl. Rather than wasting time with formalities, I pulled her close and worked my hands beneath her dress to cup her firm ass.

Her soft moan made my already hardening dick stiffen fully, and the touch of Lourde’s hand against my covered erection was enough to make me ache painfully. “What’s this?” she whispered, stroking my bulge while sliding her tongue against my lips.

I answered by thrusting my tongue into her mouth, swirling and probing until she whimpered and melted in my arms. The marble sink proved sturdy enough to support her once I placed her on its edge, nudging her thighs apart with my own.

“Barrett…” she whispered, a sound I would never get tired of. She had said my name that way more times than I could count, lost in bliss, giving herself over to me because I was the only one who could do this to her. There was magic between us.

The brush of my fingers between her legs left me covering her mouth with mine to stifle her moans. She was already wet, so hot, and my single focus became getting to the center of that heat. Instinct demanded I push the patch of cotton aside rather than remove her thong.

She gasped at the presence of my fingers gliding through her wetness, her fingers twisting in my hair, holding my head in place while she kissed me. Claiming me as I claimed her, I was unable to control the scorching heat threatening to burn both of us to ashes.

I couldn’t wait anymore. She helped with my belt and zipper, both of us breathing hard, panting for breath. Suddenly, nothing in life that mattered more than being inside her.

Yet she stopped me before I could line up with her dripping entrance. “Wait. Like this.” She hopped off the sink and turned around, facing me in the mirror while she hiked her dress up to her waist and lowered the thong to her knees.

Just when I thought I couldn’t love her more. Looking down, I watched my dick disappear inside her tight, hot sheath. Inch by inch, I worked my way in until I was flush against her firm ass, her satisfied moan leaving me struggling to hold back my explosion.

With one hand on the back of her neck, I bent her forward, her face close to the mirror. With my other hand on her hip, I took her hard and fast. “Oh, shit,” she whispered, pushing back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke. Her eagerness only made everything hotter, more real, and more exciting. My heart raced, my blood pumped, and the sound of strangers working on the other side of the door heightened the thrill.

The sight of her bouncing tits reflected in the mirror was enough to make me salivate. My hand left her hip in favor of holding them, then lowered the front of the dress to expose them to my hungry gaze. “Ooh, yes,” she moaned out when I played with her nipples, pushing back harder than before while her greedy cunt sucked me deeper. “Fuck me, Barrett.”

“You’re so hot,” I grunted through clenched teeth, pounding her the way she needed. “Look at me. Watch me, Doll Face.”

She opened her eyes and met my gaze in the mirror, flushed and breathless, tits bouncing, her lips parted so each short, stifled breath could slip through. It was like something out of a dirty fantasy, only there was nothing imaginary about this.

Mine. She was mine and always would be. We would spend the rest of our lives this way. No matter what was happening around us, we could come back to this. Us.

The clenching of her already tight sheath had me gritting my teeth. I was barely holding on, thanks to the combination of the feel of her pussy and the sight of her abandon in the mirror. “Come for me,” I groaned out, our bodies slapping together in a desperate rhythm while the tension built until it was unbearable.

At the last second, I covered her mouth with my hand to catch the ecstatic cries she couldn’t hold back. She shouted behind my palm, and I barely held back my groans while her pussy milked me dry.

Lourde could only get three words out. “Oh my God.” She leaned over the sink, legs shaking, while the evidence of our quickie glistened on her thighs and shaved pussy. I held her in place with one hand and gently cleaned her using the other while she caught her breath. By the time I finished, she’d straightened up and got herself together.

“We should visit friends more often,” I suggested before kissing the back of her neck, adjusting my clothing as I did. “It’s an aphrodisiac.”

“Like you need one,” she murmured before giggling. “We’ve done that at home too.”

“Not with dozens of workers running around,” I pointed out in a whisper, grinning when she rewarded me with a blush.

Her phone rang not a moment later, breaking the spell. “Finally. Maybe it’s Pepper,” she murmured as she pulled it free, then frowned. “Brad Morris. Why would he call me?”

Instantly, my hackles rose. “Who’s he?” I demanded, ready to take the phone from her.

“You’ve met him a bunch of times. He works for TMZ.” She shrugged when our eyes met. “It could be important.”

I waved a hand, watching intently as she answered. “Brad? I’m sorry, I’m?—”

Her excuse to get off the phone died, though the guy on the other end spoke quietly enough that I couldn't make out anything he said. It didn’t quite matter. Not when Lourde’s face fell further with every passing moment.

“This isn’t good.” The tremor in her voice paired with the anxiety shining in her wide eyes. I raised my brows expectantly, and she responded by turning on the phone’s speaker so I could hear the other side of the call. “You’re on speaker,” she told Brad. “Barrett is here.”

He didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “Like I was saying…” he nearly whispered, “… TMZ got their hands on some photos of Connor partying in Vegas. They want to publish them but are going to wait until the drug den story loses traction before going live.” I vaguely recalled hearing something about the latest surefire Oscar contender being discovered slinking out of a drug den within the past day or so. America’s sweetheart got caught in the middle of a binge, and the press ate it up with a spoon.

“Partying?” I asked, exchanging a look with Lourde. “Do you have details? That could mean anything.”

“Sorry I wasn’t able to get my hands on anything else, but it sounds pretty wild,” he murmured. “I shouldn’t even be telling you this, but I figured I’d warn you. I’d say they’ll be out in twenty-four hours, maybe forty-eight tops.”

Thanks to the emotions washing over her face I could see Lourde playing out possible outcomes in her head. No doubt her father would have a fit, not to mention her mother. I might not have been raised with wealth, but I understood the importance of image. To them, image was everything, and the notion of Connor ruining the prestigious Diamond name by being involved in some drunken orgy in Las Vegas would set off a number of explosions.

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