Page 2 of Nothing to Beat

The large hotel room included a huge bed, seating area, and an ensuite family bathroom.Everything they needed.More than they needed actually.In the countless times they’d visited that room, she’d never once sat on the couch or armchairs.What was the need when the alternative was Breck’s face?Man ate pussy better than any she’d ever known.That pride of his extended in all the right directions.

Might be more polite to situate herself on one of those chairs that Saturday, but she wouldn’t.Again, what was the need?

She tied the belt of her silk robe in a loose knot.He’d given her the robe.And the lingerie adorning her body beneath.Breck was great at presents, generous, thoughtful, always sure—even when he couldn’t be.

She swallowed some virgin wine, put the glass on the nightstand and perched herself on the bottom corner of the bed.Noon was right about…

The beep of the door lock signaled the time.Man, he was good.Always prompt.For her.Not always for other people.When it came to best boyfriend etiquette, he got top marks.Never made a promise he couldn’t keep.Never stood her up.Never raised his voice.Never… Their list of nevers…

Wrong mood; switch it up.

As the door opened, her smile bloomed.She never had to force it with him, just being near to him filled her with a joy she’d never found anywhere else.A joy she couldn’t conceal.

After one look at her, he took off his jacket to toss it over the back of the nearest armchair.

“We’re not doing this anymore.”

Was he telling her that or mocking their past conversations?

“I told you, this isn’t that,” she reiterated.“Really, Breck, you have to get better at listening.”

As he crossed the room, loosening his cuffs, she climbed onto her knees on the edge of the bed, reaching for him as soon as she was able.

His cufflinks landed by her wine.

“This isn’t that?”He released the belt of her robe to let it fall open, revealing the satin and lace beneath.The strength of his hands on her bare waist heightened her pride in her figure.Yeah, he loved it, and she worked hard to please him.“Looks like that.”

“What something looks like and what it actually is are often two different things.”Already she worked on the buttons of his shirt.“Use a little imagination, dearest.”

Opening his shirt by sliding both hands across the width of his chest, she bit her lip to contain a whimper.How many times had she seen him naked?Too many to count.Yet every time contact gave her butterflies.

Skimming her hands up to link her fingers at the back of his neck, she coaxed him down to meet her lips in a quick kiss.

“You didn’t have to pay a million dollars for this.”When he swept her hair over her shoulders, admiring her as she tipped her head back, she knew she had him.To be honest, she didn’t know how not to have him.With them, it had always been this.Automatic.Instinctual.Intuitive.“You could’ve just called.”

“I could’ve walked into your office and stripped naked.”She accepted his nod but boosted up for another short kiss.“I could’ve strode into your bedroom at B House and forced myself on you as you slept.”

“Force?Never said no, never will.Why the theater?”

“It’s not theater, it’s a quid pro quo transaction.”

“I’m not a gigolo.”

“You don’t care about the money and it’s not going to you anyway, it’s going to a good cause.And I didn’t pay a million dollars for this: you did.Mmm…” Breathing against him, her knees left the bed, one, then the other as her legs wrapped around him.“Kiss me, Stat.You know what happens when you kiss me.”

Losing his hand in her hair, he tightened it to a fist, tilting her head to counter his mouth locking onto hers.There it was.Him.Mmm.And when he moved, probably losing his shoes and socks, she did the work of opening his belt.

What was the harm of enjoying herself?No harm.

He lowered her onto her back, giving her the perfect weight of him above, sheltering her in a position that never got old.The thick mass of him beneath her stimulating palm was certain in its insistence; she relied on that insistence and never had to work for it.

“You…” he said, separating their lips only to kiss her again.The fog of their need crowded the humidity that aided the instinct of their undulating bodies.“Never need a pretense.”

“I know.”The thick locks of his hair warmed her fingers.She pulled him in for another kiss, another.“I need you, Stat.”

The frenzied kissing sped their hearts and their passions.

“So much for not doing this anymore,” he panted with her, squeezing her breast.

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