Chapter Eighteen
The next morning, Zane was awakened in the best way he could ever imagine. He opened his eyes to see Bea crawling up his body, gloriously naked. He immediately zoned in on her bare chest where her erect nipples were straining toward his mouth.
His dick was quick to respond.
“Well, good morning to me,” he murmured, still groggy from sleep.
The sensual caress of her laughter vibrating against his chest was enough to make him want to stay in bed with her all day just so he could hear it over and over again.
“I figured since we ended yesterday with a good night, we should start today with a good morning,” she said as she licked her way up his neck.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Her mouth was hot and wicked and knew just how to work him. “I like where your head’s at,” he told her.
“Now let’s worry about where yours is at.”
He opened his eyes to find her face hovering over his. He brushed some of her hair back to get a better look, and wasn’t surprised to find the same gorgeous woman, even with sleep-mussed hair and no makeup.
“I’m right here, luv. I’m always with you.”
She gave him a warm smile and moved her legs to straddle him, bringing her center to rest right over his thick erection. “Not that head.” Her fingers wrapped around him, pulling him closer to her smooth entrance, which was already wet with arousal. “This one.”
Without further preamble, she sat down on his lap, taking him easily into her. His hips jutted up at the unexpected sensation of her heat surrounding him.
“Holy shit,” he hissed. He reached for her waist to help guide her movements as she started to move over him. “Christ, Bea. Yeah, ride me just like that.”
The woman was a goddess.
The epitome of a temptress, completely irresistible.
Watching her breasts bounce as she fucked him made him even harder. He had to have his hands on them. As soon as he did, her hands captured his, inviting—no, demanding—more of his attention.
“Yes. Touch me, Zane.”
He groaned. “I don’t think I can ever stop touching you. You’ve got the best tits I’ve ever seen in my life. Give them to me.” She fell forward, adjusting herself to keep him inside her as he leaned toward her. “That’s right, luv. Put them in my mouth.”
There was no better sight in the world than her cupping her breast, offering up her nipple to his mouth. He clamped down with his lips, sucking her until she was writhing for him. Then he switched to the other. Her hips continued to slam down, her whimpers ringing in his ears as she took him as deep as he could reach.
“Like that, do you?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she said on a slow exhale, her head tipped back in ecstasy. Her long hair fell around her shoulders, and he so badly wanted to take a picture, to forever capture the breathtaking vision she made.
“Move faster for me.” He could feel his body getting close to release, and he wanted her with him.
She followed his direction and increased her pace, her moans becoming louder as the friction between them intensified. “Oh my God. I’m almost there.”
“Yes, come with me.” His fingers sought out her clit and rubbed circles around it, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. “I want to feel your pussy squeeze me. I want to feel how hard I can make your body come for me. Give me everything, luv. Let go.”
With another gasp, she began to pulse around him as her climax slammed through her. When she started gripping him like that and her juices drenched his cock, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He held onto her hips as his entire body surged upward, thrusting deeper inside her to draw out his pleasure.
He didn’t realize until after she released him that she had dug her fingernails into his chest, leaving marks. Not that he cared. He wanted her to leave her mark on him so he could have evidence of how good he made her feel, when he didn’t have her in bed with him.
He also realized something else.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
They hadn’t used a condom.
He’d been so lost in the dreamlike vision she made, he hadn’t even noticed.
She seemed to sense his concern and rubbed his chest comfortingly. “I’m on the pill. We’re okay.”
He fell back in relief. Now that he knew, he never wanted to use a condom with her again.
They spent a few more minutes lying in bed in peaceful silence before they unlatched themselves from each other and began to get dressed. If they didn’t both have to go to work, he would have dragged her back to bed in a heartbeat.
“We have plans tonight, by the way, so don’t schedule anything,” he told her as he buttoned up his shirt.
She glanced up at him in question. “We do?”
He nodded. “With Paul and Holly.”
Her brow knitted in confusion. “Who are Paul and Holly?”
He rolled his eyes and tossed a small wrapped package to her, complete with red bow. She was beaming as she opened it, her giddy expression practically stopping his heart. When she saw what it was, she bounced up and down on her bare feet.
“We’re going to have a Breakfast at Tiffany’s night?”
“Don’t ever say I’m not generous.”
Out of nowhere, she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, hugging him tight.
He chuckled. “I’ll have to watch romances with you more often if this is the kind of reaction I can expect.”
“You remembered it was my favorite.” The serious tone of her voice took him a little off-guard, his heart splintering at the vulnerability he heard.
“Of course I did, sweetheart.”
She released him seconds later, but it took him a good while to shake off that hug. She’d been genuinely touched by his gesture. “Want to grab something to eat real quick?” he asked.
She finished zipping up her dress and answered, “Sorry, I can’t. I need to get to the office. Felicity and I are transitioning the showroom to our autumn sets today, so it’s going to be a long day. I can’t believe it’s already almost fall.” She looked over her shoulder at him and winked. “I’ll just grab something at the coffee shop down the street from the office.”
Disappointment gripped him and he felt stupid for it. The woman could dictate his emotions so easily, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Pull yourself together. “You’re still coming to the store tomorrow to work on display placement, right?”
She laughed and walked over to kiss him on the cheek. “I’m not even gone yet and you’re already missing me?”
Lately, he felt like he was always missing her. Every minute of every day he wasn’t with her. Which was a frightening realization, considering the fact that their tryst—or whatever the hell this was—was on a countdown. His return to London was fast approaching. The closer the date came, the more he began to panic about his future with Bea, and whether or not he had one.
But no way could he tell her any of that. It would just scare her off that much quicker.
“I’m only making sure my employee stays on schedule.” He smacked her arse to emphasize his point.
She huffed and slapped his arm. “Coworker. We’re working together.”
“Yeah, but it’s much more fun to think of me being your boss. So many appealing images come to mind at the thought of you working under me.”
She rolled her eyes as she grabbed her purse. “Uh-huh. Try to act out any of those images tomorrow in front of everyone and see what happens.”
He shot out an arm to pull her back against him. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her before she left him for the day. “You know you love the idea of me taking you over my desk,” he whispered. “As a matter of fact, we might have to try that soon. I’ve been thinking about it ever since that first meeting in the conference room.”
“You mean when you were coming onto me while you were hiring me?”
He hummed in satisfaction at the memory. “Don’t tell me you weren’t turned on. I saw it on your face. I know I made you wet.”
Her silence was all the answer he needed.
When he began to harden against her—he couldn’t help it—she pushed him away, shaking her head. “Come on, Casanova. We’re both going to be late if you don’t put that thing away.”
“And it would be worth every second.”
After he dropped her off at her car, he had time to think about their situation. Here were the facts: 1) He and Bea were officially dating, whether she wanted to admit it or not. 2) He hated being away from her and found himself missing her throughout the entire bloody day. 3) Her contract with Envision would be up in a few short weeks when the store opened, thus terminating their working relationship. 4) He would be back in England within a month’s time, thus terminating their personal relationship.
Or would it?
Just because he had to go back didn’t mean their time together had to be over, did it? They could figure something out.
Because never seeing her again wouldn’t do.
But Jesus, talk about a long-distance relationship.
Still he couldn’t just give her a kiss good-bye and pretend that none of this ever happened.
He wasn’t positive she would, but he could imagine her giving him the ol’ heave-ho as soon as the store opened. If nothing else, as a means of self-preservation. She’d been very clear that she didn’t do relationships, so it was possible she could use the contract termination as an excuse to end their affair before they had to go through the messy situation of saying farewell to each other for good on a personal level.
He had to find a way to keep her around longer.
Whether that meant here in the States or in London.
To give her time to become comfortable with the idea of them being an official couple. Maybe get her to realize that she didn’t want to be apart from him, either. Possibly even coax her into admitting she had feelings for him. Real ones.
An idea suddenly came to him.
He didn’t give himself a lot of time to think about it. He would hate himself forever if he lost her without making any effort to keep her.
So he picked up the phone and dialed Peter in England.
“Hey, mate. I have a proposition for you.”