Page 84 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
“No, the stuff there is crap,” Ben snapped. “I’m looking for the wine you make me ship in by the case from France.”
Ignoring Ben for a moment, Simone pointed at Liam. “You will take care of yourself. If that wound gets infected, I will make you regret it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Liam was a smart man and knew not to argue. “It won’t happen again.”
“See that it doesn’t.” Simone’s finger swung in Rowan’s direction. “And you. Get some fresh air with Annabeth. Do not wander far and keep a tight hold on her.”
“Won’t Ben freak if we leave the house?” Rowan whispered as they slipped toward the door. “He was already pissed about the recalibration.”
“I’ll handle Benjamin.”
And just like that, Annabeth yanked him into the cool night air, and they grinned at each other. All the stress and worry melted, giving them a single silent minute of peace.
“Is it off yet?” Annabeth whispered, her voice low so the security detail scattered across the rear patio wouldn’t overhear.
Rowan shook his head. “We’ve got a few minutes. I don’t want to say we should run, but we should definitely walk fast if we want to make the most of it.”
“Then let’s go.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him off the patio, her short legs hustling with determined urgency. “We’re not going to the boat.”
“No?” He let her lead, amused as hell. “Where are we going, then?”
“Guest cottage.”
His grin spread like wildfire. “Ms. Howard, are you saying you would like to seduce me in private?”
“Hell yeah, I do.”
“I am shocked.”
She threw a wicked smile over her shoulder. “I’m not wearing any underwear. I don’t have a bra on. I want to be naked and riding you in less than three seconds after the camera feed is cut.”
Rowan’s steps faltered, but he regained his footing easily. “Anything else?”
“I’m going to need two orgasms.” The smirk disappeared, her demands turning serious. “At a minimum.”
“I’ve always been an overachiever.”
“Speaking of which, this dress has pockets, and I have a handful of condoms stuffed into each. We’re not stopping until the cameras come back on.”
They were passing the large oak in the center of the yard, far enough away that the security team could no longer notice what he was doing. Cameras were still tracking their movement, so he kept his voice low. “We’ll use as many as we can, but I want you riding my face before you ride my cock, understand?”
“No promises.”
They made it to the cottages, hurrying up the porch of the one set aside for guests. The seconds on his phone counted down. “Key?”
She extracted a key from her pocket and a condom, handing the latter to him. “Get it on.”
Unlocking the door, she yanked him inside right as his phone buzzed with an alert that all cameras were off. The blue lights on the internal cottage cameras switched to red right as the door shut behind them, and Rowan swiped the lock into position.
“Bedroom,” he said, voice ragged.
Annabeth slipped off her shoes and walked backward away from him. In one swoop, she had her dress over her head and on the floor, her naked form illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows facing the bayou.
He followed her down the hall, his own shirt lost and his pants undone. In all his life, he had never been this hard. He had never wanted a woman like he did Annabeth. When they reached the main bedroom doorway, he tore open the condom with his teeth and slid it on.
“My tongue first.” Moving past her, he stretched out on the bed and tapped the wood headboard above him. “You’re going to want to hold on.”
She didn’t hesitate. Crawling up his body, she kissed and licked her way to his mouth before climbing higher, positioning her knees on either side of his head.
