Phil
Sophie Cradle was even more incredible than the first night I met her. Not because of what we did in the sex club, but because she didn’t judge me or act surprised that I was into more than what all of our friends expected, and would be shocked to find out about.
She didn’t see me as boring or old or just responsible.
And she wanted me.
The sexiest, sweetest, most delicious woman on earth wanted me and didn’t think twice about what I was into.
And she admitted to me that she had missed me.
Then why didn’t she come find me? I pushed the thought out of my head and put my jacket over her. We got out of the car, went into the first building, and I led her through the tunnel again. She didn’t say much and was rather quiet, but I assumed she was tired. It was probably two a.m.
I pulled her into me in the elevator leading up to the lobby where her bodyguards were. They stood up once we popped out of the elevator.
My arm was around her shoulder, and I kissed her head.
“Ma’am. Let me get the car to pull around.” Isaac pulled his phone out.
“My car should be out front. Just follow my driver,” I instructed him.
Sophie looked up at me. She bit her lip and grinned at me.
I assumed she was amused at me ordering her bodyguards around.
Her bodyguard Rich made another call and led us out to my car, which was waiting on the curb. My driver opened the door for us, and we got back into the car.
One bodyguard got into the car behind us and followed us to my apartment. The other bodyguard sat in the front of my vehicle. It wasn’t far from Jack’s. Sophie sat nestled in my chest, and we said nothing. When we pulled up to my building, I waited for the bodyguard to open the door.
“Back to reality.” She rolled her eyes at me.
“I’ll make you forget about them when we get inside my place.” I nipped her ear gently with my teeth.
“Promise?” she whispered.
“Promise.”
The door opened. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out with me. We quickly got into my building, up the elevator, and outside the door to my place. I pulled out the key, opened the door, and ushered her in. I grabbed two chairs and gave them to the bodyguards who would surely be stationed outside my door all night.
They nodded, and I shut the door.
I locked the door and walked into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge. I walked over to the couch where she was sitting.
Sophie had a half-smile on her face. “They don’t faze you, do they?”
“The bodyguards?”
“Yes.”
I laughed. “Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Do you know how many times we’ve had security details because of Tom or one of our friends got into some trouble? Besides, I deal with these guys for the security firm.”
She took a step forward. “I think it’s kind of sexy.”
I raised my eyebrow at her. “What’s sexy about it?”
“You. You’re sexy.”
“I’m sexy?”
“Yes. I’m kind of glad that everyone thinks you’re old and boring.”
I laughed. “Why is that?”
“People who are underestimated are typically the most interesting.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep.”
“Well, I hope I’m living up to your expectations for underestimated people.”
She grinned at me. Her beautiful, sexy, intense eyes scanned mine. “You have definitely exceeded all my expectations, but just so you know, I knew the first second I laid eyes on you that you were underestimated, so my standards were pretty high.”
Then why didn’t you come find me?
“Hmm. Maybe that’s why I love the song ‘Underestimated.’”
“By Maestro Wes Fresh?”
“Yeah, you know it?”
“Sure do,” she beamed.
“Well, glad to hear I didn’t disappoint you.” I opened my bottle of water and took a long sip.
She ran her hands along my beard. “I’m assuming you’ll be at Tom and Liv’s tomorrow for Thanksgiving?”
I nodded. “I’ll be there. You too?”
“For a bit. I fly out to Toronto tomorrow night at eight.”
“What’s up in Toronto?”
“I have radio interviews at five a.m. Friday morning, then other interviews with different publications, and then I’ll have to do my sound checks for my concert that night.”
“That’s a hectic schedule.”
She shrugged. “It is what it is.”
I grinned at her. “I wonder if your schedule or mine is crazier?”
“Yours, I bet. Mine is only crazy during promotions of new albums and concert tours. I get breaks between promotions. And I get breaks when I’m writing and recording.”
“You’ve got another six months or so of concerts?”
She teased me, “So you really are a fan.”
I blushed. “Yep. A big one.”
“How do you define big?”
“I know all your albums and songs. Is that big enough for you?”
She bit her lip and tried to hide her grin. “Why don’t you sing one of my songs for me?”
“Absolutely not. We’ll leave the singing to you.”
She laughed. “Why not? You heard me sing. I want to hear you sing.”
I leaned into her. “You’re a professional. There’s a reason you’re on stage and I’m in the C-suite. Trust me, you do not want to hear me sing.”
She smiled, leaned in, and placed her perfect, plump lips on mine.
I pulled back and stood up. “Well, that’s it then.”
She looked at me. “What?”
“Time is running out.” I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder and carried her into the bedroom.
“Phil!” she giggled, and wiggled in my arms.
I put her on the bed. “I think it’s time I made you forget about bodyguards and work.”
We fucked for hours, and I made her cum every way possible. I had claw marks on my back and ass from her gripping me during her orgasms.
She was the most divine creature I had ever laid eyes on. All the sex I had didn’t come close to the way she made me feel.
She is definitely going to ruin me.
She fell asleep in my arms. I kissed the top of her head, and she snuggled into me further. Her soft blue hair fanned across my arms and chest.
I had just closed my eyes, and my phone rang.
Shit.
I grabbed it, and sure enough, it was the London team. “Hold on,” I quietly told them.
I carefully slipped Sophie off me and went out to the kitchen. The clock said 5:40 a.m. “Andrew, you really have to set your clock to Eastern Standard Time.”
“Sorry, but we’ve got a problem.”
I sighed. There was always a problem. Things that weren’t a problem were a problem for the London team. Easy-to-solve issues that I shouldn’t have to get involved in were always a problem. I was getting tired of this song and dance. “What’s that?”
“We’ve lost our international clearance on half our guys.”
“Excuse me?” The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Surely I’d heard him wrong.
“Half of our agents are no longer able to travel internationally. There was a hack into the system, and until it gets fixed, we can’t get them past borders.”
My stomach sank. “Tell me you’re joking.”
“Unfortunately not.”
I pushed my hand into my forehead and closed my eyes. “Who’s being affected?”
“Mostly our agents in Europe and a few in the states.”
“What’s the estimate for the hack being resolved?” I stood against the wall and softly banged my head against it.
“The IT team is working on it now. We’re going to have to inform the clients affected by this.”
My pulse shot up. “How many clients are going to be affected?”
“Two hundred and fifty. And they’re all our biggest clients.”
I stepped forward and slammed my hand down on the counter. “Shit.”
“How do you want us to handle this?”
I reached over to the coffee pot and flipped the button from the automatic brewing timer position to on. “We’re going to need press releases and statements to send to clients. Don’t do anything until you hear back from me.”
“Okay, Phil. Just make sure it happens fast, because we’ve got some clients sitting on the runway.”
My gut dropped. “You’re kidding me.”
“Unfortunately not.”
“I’ll get back with you. Hang tight.” I hung the phone up.
I sighed and rolled my eyes to the ceiling. This was the last thing we needed. I hit my favorites button and dialed Liv.
“Hello,” she sleepily answered.
“Liv, I’m sorry to do this to you, but we’ve got a crisis.”
“Phil, what’s wrong?”
I could almost picture her sitting up in her bed. I filled her in on the situation.
“I’ll have statements for clients and the press out to you in the next thirty minutes.”
“Thanks, Liv.”
“We told you to put your phone in the freezer for the weekend.”
“Trust me, I wish I had. Thanks. I’ll wait for your email.” I hung up and threw my phone down. I put my palms over my eyes and started to shake my head.
Suddenly, Sophie’s arms were around my waist. “Everything okay?”
“Nope. Another lovely crisis from across the pond.”
She hugged me tighter, and her warm body pressed against my back. “Anything I can do to help?”
Keep your warm, sexy body attached to mine forever.
I spun around and kissed her. “No, unfortunately not. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”
She smiled. “You didn’t. I just woke up and you weren’t there. It seems like you’ve got a routine with me.”
“More like these London idiots have a pattern of ruining any chance I have of staying in bed with you.”
She tilted her head at me. “Is that why you left last time?”
“Yes.”
She peered up at me.
“You didn’t think I left because of you, did you?”
She shrugged.
“Sophie, did you not get my note?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
Okay, enough wondering. I’m just going to ask her. Now’s as good a time as any.
“You told me last night you’d missed me. Why didn’t you contact me?”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“You had just fallen asleep. I didn’t want to wake you. We were in the middle of the merger, and I had to go solve issues. It was early. I left you a note.”
“Yeah, to come find you.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
She raised her eyebrow at me.
“Sophie, I don’t leave notes…ever.”
She kept giving me a look like I had done something wrong.
“I don’t understand,” I persisted. “If you missed me, why didn’t you come find me?” I scanned her eyes. Then I saw it—the same eyes at the club. “You didn’t want to reach out to me because you might have to feel something.”
Her face started to flush. Red crept from her neck up to her chin and through her cheeks.
I raised my eyebrow at her. “That’s it, isn’t it?”
“Phil, why are you doing this right now?”
“Why am I doing what?”
She glared up at me and shook her head.
“Why do you look like you want to kill me right now?”
She spun and walked back into the bedroom.
I followed her. “I’m not sure what’s happening here. Why are you mad at me?”
She didn’t say anything and started to locate her clothes that were thrown around the room. After she found them all, she started to get dressed.
“Are you leaving right now?”
She still wouldn’t talk. She kept putting her clothes on.
I grabbed her shoulder, but she shrugged me off. Very sternly, she said, “Don’t.”
I put my hands in the air and took a step back. “Tell me what’s happening here.”
After she finished getting dressed, she walked past me and out into the living room.
“Sophie!”
She glanced back at me. Her eyes were wet. “Thanks for a great night, Phil. I’ll see you around.”
“Sophie!”
She spun on her heels, opened the front door, and motioned to her bodyguards. “Let’s go.”
“Sophie!”
As the door slammed shut, I wondered what the hell I had done to upset her so much.
The majority of the day I put out fires with our top clients and tried not to analyze what had happened to make Sophie so upset with me. I wasn’t very successful.
I arrived at Liv and Tom’s a few hours late. Everyone had been there for a while and had a few drinks in them.
When I walked in, some of the gang were in the living room that opened up into the kitchen. Meg, Collin, Blake, Laura, Jack, Maddie, and their new baby girl, Faith, were all there. Liv and Tom were in the kitchen cooking. I surveyed the room and didn’t see Sophie. I wondered if she had decided not to come.
Disappointment shot through me. I was hoping she would tell me what I’d done to piss her off, and we could be on good terms again.
I walked down to Tom’s bar to grab a drink and realized that she hadn’t skipped out on the party. Sophie was playing pool with Ethan. Claire, Keri, and Derek were up at the bar drinking and watching Sam Quinto’s football game.
My heart skipped a beat. She wore skinny jeans, ankle boots with a spiked heel, and a form-fitting black, long-sleeve shirt. Her blue hair was curled, and she looked like she had stepped out of a magazine shoot. Once again, my pants became very uncomfortable.
When I walked into the room, she was leaning over the pool table, about to take a shot.
“Phil!” D shouted.
She scratched the ball and looked up at me.
“You didn’t!”
Her head jerked over to Ethan. “Shut up, E.”
“Did you just scratch on the black ball?”
“Really, E, rubbing it in doesn’t suit you,” she coolly shot at him.
“Can everyone just take a moment and remember that I just beat Sophie playing pool?” Ethan held his arms out in a victory stance.
She swatted him on the arm. “Ha, ha!”
I caught her eyes and slightly nodded. She didn’t give me any sign that she was mad or not mad at me… She looked at me like I was a complete stranger.
Seriously? I fucked her all night long, took her to a sex club, and even ditched her bodyguards, and this is how she’s going to play this?
“Phil, you want me to get you a drink?” Claire offered.
“I’ve got it, but thanks.” I walked over and went behind the bar. “Anyone need a refill?”
D slid his empty beer bottle down the bar. “Hit me up, Phil.”
I grabbed a beer and slid it down to him.
Sophie came and sat down at the bar. “I’ll take a vodka tonic with a lime.”
“No pinot today?” I tried to tease her, but it came out flat.
“Nope.”
Ethan came and sat down between Sophie and Claire. “Grab me a beer, Phil?”
I finished making Sophie’s vodka tonic and handed it to her. Her fingers grazed mine a bit. I tried once again to find something, anything in her eyes, but they were emotionless.
I grabbed Ethan and myself a beer.
“Where did you two run off to last night?” Ethan asked.
I looked at Sophie, but she stayed quiet.
“Just for a walk,” I finally said.
Ethan peered at me. “Then why did you need Jack’s key?”
“Phil showed me his creepy basement,” Sophie jumped in.
I threw her a grateful glance.
“Silence of the Lambs one-hundred percent, huh, Soph?” Ethan grinned at her.
A moment of sadness passed through her eyes, and Ethan suddenly had the same sadness in his. She blinked back tears and turned her head.
He put his hand on her shoulder and didn’t say anything.
What the hell is that about?
I looked over at Claire. She glanced nervously at both of them. I caught her eye and furrowed my brow at her, but she just shook her head.
Sophie got up and went into the bathroom.
I looked at Ethan. “What was that about?”
“Nothing.” He grabbed his beer, took a big swig, and looked back at the television screen.
Claire got up, kissed him on the cheek, walked over to the bathroom, and knocked on the door. “Sophie, can I come in?”
Sophie let her in.
“Ethan, what the hell is happening right now?”
“Now’s not a good time to get into it, Phil.”
I sighed. “Is she okay?”
He shifted in his seat. “She’ll be fine. But why are you two acting like you hardly know each other?”
I blew out a big breath.
“Yeah, you guys raced out of the party last night together, and now you look like total strangers,” Keri chimed in.
D turned, didn’t say anything, but raised his brows at me.
I looked at Ethan. “I don’t know. I thought maybe you could tell me. She stormed out of my place around six a.m.”
“What did you do to her?” Ethan accused me.
My head jerked back and I glared at him. “Seriously? It’s automatically my fault? I don’t even know what I did, but it’s all my fault...because I’m obviously a total jackass? Is that how we’re going to play this?”
D and Keri exchanged an uncomfortable glance.
Ethan took another long sip of his beer and let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, man. I just get overprotective of her.”
I gave him a pass and nodded. “It’s all right.”
“So, what's going on between you two?” Keri asked.
“Honestly, I don’t know what happened. Everything was good... No, scratch that—it was fucking perfect, and suddenly she was putting on her clothes and leaving while giving me the silent treatment.”
Ethan let out a soft laugh. “That sounds like Sophie. If it makes you feel any better, it means she likes you.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” I looked at Ethan like he was crazy.
Ethan grinned at me. “Nope. Otherwise she would tell you what you did to piss her off.”
“Well, that’s fair.”
“Hey man, all’s fair in love and war.” Keri gave me his cocky grin.
I rolled my eyes. “This is exactly why I don’t do relationships.”
“You don’t?” D raised his brow at me again.
Yep. He would think I couldn’t handle just casual sex. “No, I don’t.”
The guys all stared at me like they didn’t believe me.
I laughed and looked at Keri. “You think you’re the only one who knows how to do casual?”
Keri held up his hands. “Hey man, I’m trying not to do as much casual.”
I raised my eyebrow at him in disbelief. Keri James was the player of all players. “Oh, really? Why is that?”
He shrugged. “It’s getting old.”
“Yeah, well, my morning reminded me why I only do casual,” I told him.
The guys all looked at me again in disbelief as Sophie and Claire came out of the bathroom.
Ethan caught Sophie’s eye. She looked away.
Tom popped his head into the barroom. “Dinner’s ready.”
We grabbed our drinks and started to head out to the main room. Sophie glanced over at me and hung back a bit. I waited for everyone to leave.
“You okay?” I cautiously stepped closer to her.
“Yes. I’m sorry about earlier this morning.”
“I’m sorry for whatever I did to offend you.”
“Phil, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
I stared at her, not sure if I should push it or not.
She stepped closer and put her hand on my arm. “Honestly, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
She looked so vulnerable, and the same pain that was in her eyes at the club was present. And I just wanted to take it away from her. As much as I just rattled off about casual, I pulled her into me, bent down, and kissed her. Her arms flew around my neck, and the smell of cherries, tonka, and cedar filled my nostrils.
“You always smell so good, Petal,” I whispered to her.
“So do you. I think of how you smell all the time.”
I smiled at her. “Really?”
She softly laughed. “Yes.” She kissed me again and grabbed my ass, pushing me into her body.
My body started to respond to her, and I groaned. “I would rather take you home, but we better get out of here before they come after us.”
She smiled at me, and I kissed her head. I put my arm around her and pulled her into me as we walked down the hall. She snuggled further into my body.
When we got to the dining room, Claire gave me a wink. My phone rang.
I groaned when I looked down. London was calling again. I motioned for her to sit, and I walked out of the room.
“Andrew, I’m about to sit down to Thanksgiving dinner.”
“We missed a situation.”
I sighed. “What’s that?”
“Carlotta Ensign.”
My gut dropped. “What about her?”
“She leaves for Toronto tonight, and her guys don’t have clearance anymore.”
“What? How the hell did you miss this?” My pulse throbbed in my neck.
“We’re trying to figure it out, but she’s supposed to fly out at eight p.m tonight.”
“Who do we have that we can transfer?”
He paused and slowly said, “That’s the thing. We don’t have anyone.”
I closed my eyes. “How is this possible?”
“It’s the holiday over there—”
I cut him off. “Yes, Andrew, I’m fully aware it’s the holiday over here.”
He didn’t say anything.
I sighed. “We have guys in Canada, correct?”
“Yes.”
“I want your top guys in Canada put on her as soon as she arrives. And double the coverage.”
“Double the coverage?”
“Yes, I said double it.”
“But what are you going to do about security between the USA and Canada?”
“Don’t worry about it. You make sure there aren’t any issues with the Canadian team.” I hung up.
Tom walked in. “Phil, everything okay?”
“This hack is causing a lot of issues, and the London team doesn’t know their ass from a hole in the wall. We need to clean house over there.”
Tom nodded. “We will then, but not today. What’s going on?”
I snorted. “Sophie’s leaving for Toronto tonight at eight, and she can’t take her security.”
Tom looked at me in alarm. “What?”
“I know. How do you miss that? As I said, it’s time to clean house over there. I’m over these morons. This is messing with people’s lives,” I snapped.
Tom scanned my eyes and nodded. “Okay, I promise you we will, but we can’t do that this weekend. Let’s think of the solution for tonight.”
I started pacing. “I already have… Well, part of it. I’ve doubled the top agents over in Canada. She’ll be covered once she’s there, but she can’t have any security on her commercial flight over on her plane, which isn’t good enough.”
“No, not with her stalker issues.”
“And why the hell does her label have her on a commercial flight, anyways?”
Tom shook his head. “That right there is a one-way ticket for her to be mobbed.”
“Exactly.” I took my glasses off and rubbed my eyes.
“Phil, I think you need to take a break. When was the last time you slept?”
I ignored him. “We need to figure out her security, and we don’t have a lot of time. She’s got a hectic schedule tomorrow.”
“We will. Let’s just take a minute and think.”
I stopped pacing and turned toward Tom. “She needs security.”
“We will figure it out, and she’ll have it. What’s going on with you two, anyway?” Tom peered down at me.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Honestly, I don’t know. Whatever it is, it’s casual.”
“Really? It doesn’t seem that casual.”
“What do you know about casual?”
He laughed. “Good point. I didn’t know you knew a lot about that either, to be honest.”
“You don’t know a lot of shit about me.”
Crap, why did I say that?
Tom’s head jerked back in shock, and he looked at me in question. “Phil, did I do something to upset you?”
I let out a big breath. “Sorry. Just tired. Lots of bullshit with this entire merger. I’m over it.”
He slowly nodded. “Okay. No worries. Phil, let’s eat dinner and think about this for a bit. We’ll figure this out.”
“She has to have security, Tom.”
He nodded again and patted my back. “I know. Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out. Let’s go eat.”
We walked back into the room, and I sat down next to Sophie. Liv gave me her What’s wrong? look. I just shook my head. She turned and gave it to Tom as well.
Sophie leaned into me and whispered, “Is everything all right?”
I put on a fake smile. “All good.”
She looked at me like she didn’t believe me and put her hand on my thigh. I grabbed the mashed potatoes from Meg and plopped some on my plate.
The entire dinner I tried to figure out how to solve the dilemma. Through the course of the meal, Sophie snuck glances at me. Everyone was talking and laughing, and I kept my fake smile on my face with my head spinning over possible solutions.
Sophie grabbed my hand under the table and started to rub her thumb over it. I gave her another fake smile but could tell she wasn’t buying it.
She has to have security, and I don’t trust those idiots in London to handle the Canadian side.
We finished dinner, and I looked at the time. There was no way she was going on a commercial flight, and especially not without bodyguards.
“Tom.” I motioned for him to follow me into his office. “The only way I see this working is if I go with her. We can’t have her get off a plane in Canada and assume London sorted the security. If we take the jet, the security can stay on the plane and not get off, then reroute directly back here. I’ll get off the jet and make sure Sophie’s guards are there when she sets foot on Canadian soil.”
“Makes sense. Phil, why don’t you let me go with her? I think you need a break."
Guilt hit me hard. I was a total shithead for my nasty comment earlier. Tom was one of the best guys I knew and my closest friend. I spent more hours with him than anyone else.
I shook my head. “No. I appreciate the offer, but I’ll go with her. And I’m sorry I snapped at you before dinner.”
He smiled at me. “Already forgotten. I’ll get the flight plan situated. But Phil, you need some rest.”
I gave him a grateful smile. “Thanks. I’ll go tell Sophie, and I’ll get some tonight. Promise.”
Tom nodded and picked up his phone.
I left the room to find Sophie. She was sitting on the couch with Ethan and Claire, and I sat down next to her.
She turned toward me. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
I sighed. “Your bodyguards are part of the hack. They can’t set foot off the plane in Canada. We’ve got guys on the ground in Canada who will take over once we get there.”
“‘We?’”
“I’m going with you to make sure everything is properly sorted before you set foot off the jet.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“Soph—” Ethan looked at her.
“Ethan, stop worrying all the time. Seriously, you’re stressing over nothing.”
“No, it’s not nothing. You have very serious security issues.” He glared at her.
I cleared my throat. “Don’t worry, Ethan. She isn’t going alone.”
Ethan nodded to me. “Thanks.”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “This is ridiculous. You don’t need to ruin your Thanksgiving and come to Toronto. If security is supposed to be in Canada when I step off, I’m sure they’ll be there.”
Daggers flew from my eyes to Sophie. I stood up. I was done with this conversation, and walked over to Liv and kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks for dinner. Everything was great.”
“Phil, make sure you get some rest, okay?” She looked at me, concerned.
“Don’t worry. I will.”
She looked at me like she didn’t believe me.
I went around the room and gave everyone my goodbyes and walked back over to Ethan, Claire, and Sophie. I bent down and kissed Claire on the cheek and nodded to Ethan.
I looked over at Sophie. “You’ve got ten minutes to be in the car. I’ll see you there.”
She gaped at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Claire trying not to laugh.
I was pretty sure Sophie was used to always getting her way, but I wasn’t going to cater to her every whim. Security wasn’t anything to mess around with, and she had some very serious issues going on.
It didn’t take long for me to get in the elevator, through the lobby, and to my car waiting at the curb. I immediately put my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. I had only gotten an hour of sleep since the previous day, and I was exhausted. I didn’t want to be going to Toronto, and especially not with someone who wanted to fight me about it. But there was no way I wasn’t going to make sure she was fully protected and safe.
A few minutes passed, and the door opened. I didn’t have to open my eyes. Sophie's cherry, tonka, and cedar scent filled my nostrils, and her warm body radiated next to mine.
Her hand pushed my cheek so I faced her.
I slowly opened my eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“You seem to be saying that a lot to me lately.” It was a dickhead thing to say; I knew it.
She smiled at me. “I know. Thank you for going with me.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“I deserved it.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did.”
I didn’t say anything. There was no more fight left in me.
“Did you get any sleep?”
“An hour.”
She pulled my head into her chest. “Rest.”
I inhaled her scent deeper. As tired as I was, her perky breasts were inches from my mouth. I took my finger and traced her breast through her shirt, then saw her chest start to rise and fall slightly faster.
Oh, fuck it.
I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her over so she straddled me.
She gave me a surprised look, then quickly smashed her lips into mine. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth.
She tasted sweet like brown sugar, and I pushed her head into mine with one hand while the other hand grabbed her ass—her round, pert ass that twerked in front of millions and had lived in my fantasies before I met her, then haunted my dreams ever since.
As her knees dug into the sides of the car and slid down on my thighs, she began to grind her lower body into my cock.
I groaned. I quickly pulled her shirt off her and released her bra so her breasts were right in front of my mouth. My finger traced her fullness, and my tongue darted out of my mouth to circle her areola. Tiny whimpers escaped her as my lips gently enclosed her breasts.
She unzipped her pants and quickly slid them off, then unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers. I lifted my hips off the seat, and she slipped them down to my ankles.
Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a condom, ripped it open with her teeth, and positioned it on my cock. I groaned when her fingers circled around my shaft as she pushed the condom on.
I grabbed her hips and shoved her on me. We both cried out as her body began to close in around me.
Her blue hair flew into my face, and I pushed it back and kept my hands on her face as we locked eyes. She slowly started to rock on top of me as I nibbled her warm, soft, sugar lips.
She drove me insane between her attitude, mixed messages, and body. But I hadn’t had enough of her the other night, and I knew I wouldn’t get enough of her any time soon.
“We can be what you want, but stop fighting me,” I whispered.
“What do I want us to be?” She ground harder on my cock.
I moaned. “I don’t know. Easy? Fun? Casual? I don’t know.” She had told me she didn’t get into relationships, and I was okay with that. I wasn’t a relationship guy, either.
Her lip started trembling.
I brushed my thumb over it as her warm breath came out in small bursts. I pushed my forehead to hers.
“What do you want from me, Phil?” Her body was starting to spasm on me as tiny pulses gripped my cock while she shimmied up and down on me and whimpered.
“To stop fighting me.”
“That’s it?”
“No.”
There was so much heat. My balls started to tighten and tingle.
“What else, then?” she managed to get out.
“Let me help you forget.”
She needed it. I knew she needed it. She was famous, being hounded daily, and couldn’t go anywhere without security. And there was something else that she needed to forget, but I didn’t know what it was.
Her head bobbed in tiny nods as she closed her eyes and tried to manage her breathing.
I grabbed her hips, dug my fingers into her, and tried to drive farther into her. Thrusting up, I slammed her down on me.
“Oh God, Phil,” she cried out.
“That’s it, Petal,” I whispered as I repeated the movement over and over.
Her body started to rupture on me. Her thighs squeezed against mine, and her vagina started to seizure on my dick. Forceful, glorious spasms repeatedly slid against my shaft.
She moaned, and her eyes rolled as she hit her climax. I continued to pound into her as she trembled continuously against me.
The car had stopped, but I wasn’t aware because I erupted with a powerful force against her, and she once again climaxed and spilled her sex all over me.
She collapsed against me like a rag doll. I wrapped my arms around her as she nuzzled into my neck. Our hearts beat against the other as we took labored breaths.
She slowly picked herself off me, and I pulled the condom off. I reached for a tissue from the side table, wrapped the condom up, then grabbed some more tissues and wiped her juices off me.
We started to get dressed and didn’t say anything.
The windows were all fogged up. It was pitch black outside. I knew the jet was waiting for us, but I couldn’t see anything.
When we were fully dressed, I went to open the door, and she put her hand on mine. “Phil.”
I turned to look back at her.
She bit her lip. “Okay.”
No other words were needed. I grabbed her head and kissed her, then murmured against her lips, “Let’s go. We have a jet to break in.”