Page 114 of Inflame

With a sudden jerk, I pull out completely, laughing at Claire’s shocked expression and whimper of disapproval.

“On your knees.” I watch as she kneels upward and shake my head. “You’re not going to suck me off. Get on all fours, baby girl.”

Understanding lights up on her features at my meaning. I help her get situated and comfortable. Then with hands on her hips, I slam into her from tip to root, savoring the feel of her wet heat. I find my rhythm and angle myself so I hit her G-spot, making her squeal with delight.

My eyes soak in the scene of the sexy goddess, on all fours, with her luscious ass bouncing to the force it has to endure of my slamming against it. Craning her neck, Claire looks back at me, her dark hair stuck to her forehead as she submits to the pleasure. I commit this image to memory. I never want to forget how gorgeous Claire looks at this moment.

As my balls tighten, I call out, “I’m close. Get there.”

I reach around and play with her clit, while my other hand smacks her ass cheeks. That’s all it takes to send her flying into ecstasy. I’m going to have so much fun testing her limits. This little tigress likes a bit of pain.

“Nic!”

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I groan, thrusting one last time into her, as my cock erupts. I pant and continue a slow rhythm inside her, trying to draw out the orgasm to the longest length possible.

I soften a bit and slip out of Claire’s pussy, rolling to my side and taking her with me. My cum drips out of her onto my thighs and I can’t force myself to do anything about it, other than to enjoy this moment.

We lie like spoons, with her ass to my crotch. I kiss her sweet-smelling hair and wrestle with the comforter until we are under its weight. Exhausted from the cardio, I drift off into a peaceful slumber, just hoping that we reunite again in my dreams.

* * *

I wake to the memory of Claire and the sun peeking through my blinds. My hands move around the bed, searching for my heat source.

“Claire?” I call out, sitting up and looking around the room. Where is she?

I roll out of bed and check the attached bathroom and then the rest of the apartment. Out in the entranceway, I see that her shoes are gone. Shit. Why did she leave before I could feed her breakfast? I rub my forehead at my newfound desire to make sure she is properly fed. It’s not like I ever cared before her. I have been with plenty of women after Tara and at no time did I give a shit about their wellness. They were just a pastime for me. Just a body to fulfill a basic need.

I meander back into the bedroom and see that the red dress is gone—further adding to the fact that Claire walked out on me. I never had a woman leave voluntarily after sex. This is why I always chose a location where I was able to perform my own vanishing act, without any awkwardness the morning after often brings.

Taking my phone from the pocket of my discarded pants, I open the tracker app and locate Claire. She is at the gym. It is not one of her work days, so I bet she is there getting a workout in. I know I have some adrenaline I need to work through this morning, so I really can’t blame her.

I throw on some black mesh shorts but skip the shirt. I walk into my home gym and blast some metal music, putting on my pair of boxing gloves. I’m not angry. I’m confused. Though the vigor at which I punch into my bag is the same.

Claire Nettles is under my skin. And I want more of her beneath my sheets, under the weight of my body.

She was sensational last night. How her entire body blossomed and glowed under my touch. Her responsiveness and the way she looked at me alone was enough to make me lose control. No wonder my head is so confused and a bit salty for her leaving me when I could have woken her up from her slumber with my mouth.

I take a cold shower to ease the tension growing in my lower half. When I finally start to feel the chill, I towel off and throw on my work clothes that consist of a tailored suit and white dress shirt. Working for Graham has its perks. The dress code is not one of them.

I check the tracker and find that Claire is just leaving the gym and heading toward the Pearl District that is just north of here. I watch the dot move throughout the streets and then stop at a section of town that has been re-urbanized after being abandoned for years. It is not the nicest area despite the attempt at the renovations.

I change over to the call feature and dial Tyler’s number. “Hey, I need to know why she’s hovering at this section of the Pearl District. Figure it out and get back to me immediately.”

“Because you pay me the big bucks, I already know the answer to this.”

“Then why was I not informed,” I snap. I don’t need Tyler’s freshness. If he wasn’t so damn good at his job, I would tell him where to stick his commentary. No wonder Asher recommended him. They both have shitty personalities and think they are funnier than they actually are.

“I emailed you.”

“Never checked. Tell me now,” I demand, my tone antsy. I sound like a drug addict waiting for the next fix. That’s what this woman does to me.

“I told you about this loft that she is staying at. Seems temporary until she finds a place. Maxwell booted her out of the apartment.”

“Fuck! Is he insane?” I ask, but don’t expect Tyler to answer.

“Is that a real question?”

How did I neglect to see how much Claire is still suffering at the hands of Ethan? Why didn’t she tell me she was homeless? No wonder she didn’t want to go home last night. She didn’t have a home. After what went down in Vegas, I thought maybe she would ask to stay with Graham and Angie for a couple of days while she got her things out of his place. I mean, it’s not like Ethan doesn’t have other places to stay. The asshole has been lying to her probably the entire time they’ve been together.

---