Page 72 of Just a Client

“Right there.” I twined my legs around his hips and cradled his erection at my entrance. The nudge of his insistent cock made every moment he held back feel like hours.

“You’re sure.” He hesitated. Ghosts dulled his eyes and put worry lines on his forehead. The uncertainty was so unlike the man I knew. I wished I could find that bitch Veronica and punch her.

“Yes. I was sure that day at the pool; I just didn’t know it yet.” I tugged his lips down and put every ounce of my desire into the kiss. He groaned into my mouth and drove his hips forward, plunging inside me.

Over and over, he thrust into me, grinding into the exact right spot. His eyes held mine, searching my face, looking for proof that he was what I wanted. And I gave it to him, whispering his name, begging for him to fill me, and telling him how fucking fantastic he felt inside me. I repeated the vows over and over until I lost the ability to form coherent sentences.

His deep thrusts triggered a cascade of aftershocks that rocked my body. I dug my nails into his back and took his lips in a searing kiss that broke our eye contact. I let go, giving up everything, holding nothing back from him.

We moved in tandem, rolling hips and gasping breaths, clinging together as we climbed to the highest heights until we both came crashing to our end. Our shared orgasms nearly shook the couch apart.

If his mouth had caused an earthquake, this had been a nuclear explosion laying waste to all my reservations.

Utterly finished, we collapsed in a heap. I held on to his sweat slicked back, unwilling to release him yet. He buried his face in the bend of my neck. We were wrecked and found in each other’s arms.

I’d almost reasoned myself out of taking a chance on being with Wilson. That would have been a tragedy. This was more than sex. It was a start, a beginning of something more. We fit together like two puzzle pieces. The only complication ahead would be finding our place in the bigger picture of life here in Elmer.

We must have dozed off. The chirp of my cell phone’s calendar notification jolted me back to consciousness. Wilson’s arm around my waist held me to his chest. We spooned on the living room couch, the quilt from the back draped over us.

My half-spilled purse lay on the floor. I fished inside and retrieved my phone. Oh shit. The calendar notification had been telling me to leave now to make the TV shoot on time.

“Wilson, wake up. We’ve got to go.” I elbowed him hard in the ribs.

“Can’t make me.” He grumbled into my hair, pressing his hard-on against my ass.

“No. No. No.” I squirmed out of his hold and slithered to the floor. Not my most graceful dismount. “Get up. We’re so going to be late.”

One eye opened. “Didn’t we call Kate and cancel?”

“No. Don’t make me get a bucket of cold water.” I tugged the quilt off of him and tossed it on the ottoman across the room. I allowed my eyes to feast on his naked body for a few precious seconds. Yummy.

He rolled on to his back and stroked his erection as he admired me. “I’m sure I can think of better things to do than go to the TV shoot.” The smirk on his face promised sin and orgasms. I wanted that—badly.

I stopped to watch Wilson because, whew, it was a show worth watching. He was fit, his broad chest sprinkled with an even dusting of coarse dark hair that led down to a thick cock—no, not right now. I took one more mind-numbing, motivation-sapping, pussy-drenching look.

Stupid signed contract

Turning from the hypnotic sight, I found his sweatpants and threw them over his long, hard—no. Still not the time. “Get dressed.”

Fear of what Kate and her lawyers might do to us if we no-showed was the only thing that kept my libido in check. Any other day, I’d be tossing a leg over him and enjoying another orgasm.

“Fine. You’re no fun.” He sat up, his bare feet smacking on the tile.

“I’ll show you fun later.” I bent and picked my leggings off the floor. Before I straightened, I wiggled my naked butt in his direction.

“Promise.” The smack of his hand on my ass nearly lifted me off my feet.

“I can’t wait for round two...sir.“ I blew him a bratty kiss, and he cursed under his breath. What was it about Wilson Phillips that turned me from a mild-mannered single mom into a sex kitten?

We were thirty minutes late to the Historic Charmer. He wore his sweatpants while I still rocked my pajamas. One look at us and anyone would know how we’d spent the morning.

Holding hands, we rushed from my car to the wardrobe RV parked in the house’s driveway. Neither of us glanced at the adorable Victorian house or the beautiful view of the valley. Whoever was in wardrobe today had to perform a minor miracle before Kate saw us, or we’d all be on her shit list. And I really needed a bra.

Wilson held the door to the RV open for me, and I climbed the steps. He covertly grabbed my ass as he followed me inside. All this time, I figured him for a boob guy. Apparently, he was an omnivore.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in.” Stephen had one hand on his hip as he surveyed Wilson and me. “He’s sporting blood-shot eyes and yesterday’s beard. She’s wearing PJs. I know what you two have been up to. Naughty. Naughty.” He shook a finger at us while chuckling.

It was nice of him not to mention the sex hair.

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