Chapter 22
Marissa followed Vince into the lobby of the luxury condo high-rise, not knowing how the hell she was going to get out of this. She’d been unable to talk to her mom once she’d returned to the apartment. Her mom was still upset, which was probably the only reason why she hadn’t picked up on Marissa’s panic. It wasn’t as though she’d be able to help with this, and given her earlier reaction to Marissa’s status as a sugar baby, she doubted her mom would care too much about Vince’s reputation.
The last thing Marissa wanted to do was hurt Vince. Andrew was a bastard, and she knew him well enough to realize that he wasn’t going to let this go until he got his money. She’d never known him to be violent, but Andrew was smart and clearly more devious than she’d ever given him credit for. She needed to warn Vince about what was going on so he could cut ties and stay as far away from her as possible.
He’d clearly had a far better day than she had. He’d been relaxed and smiling from the moment she’d slid into the passenger seat of his car. Not that she’d ever tell him, but she loved that he’d been picking her up himself, rather than sending the limo. While he was used to that level of wealth, it wasn’t exactly something she’d gotten comfortable with.
“I’m in the penthouse. It’s actually owned by the firm, though none of us really use it. Caroline had the cleaners in so we wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”
Caroline was a saint as far as Marissa was concerned. “I’ll need to say thank you the next time I see her.”
“I’ve already sent her a thank you gift.” Vince looked up toward the elevator ceiling. “A nice one.”
“Pissed her off again, did you?” Marissa couldn’t even pretend to be surprised. “She’s going to leave if you’re not careful.”
“I know.” The elevator doors dinged open to reveal a small hallway. “We’re down here.”
The contrast of this hallway to the one leading to her mom’s apartment was staggering. There were no random smells of cigarettes and spices spilling from the other doors as they walked past. In fact, there were no other doors on this side, which spoke to the opulence she had no doubt she’d find on the other side. Even the exterior door shouted a wealthy person lives here, as the wood grains were natural and not the thin press wood, painted gray.
Vince pressed a code that unlocked the door, the deadbolt whirring and clicking as it opened. “I’m not sure if there’s much food here, but we can always order in. Probably the best idea given the paparazzi are on the lookout for us.”
The condo was stunning. The far wall was composed of floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over Lake Ontario. There was a balcony that had lounge chairs and lush potted plants that would never survive the cold winter if left outside. The living room was open, with a white couch that looked simple, but no doubt cost more than a year’s worth of her rent. The kitchen was open, with marble and wood that made the hotel in New York look like a cheap reno.
“It’s a bit cold. Let me know if you need a sweater. I’ll turn up the heat.” Vince turned on the fireplace as she continued to explore.
“I can’t believe you have two amazing homes.” She didn’t even have her little basement apartment. “How do you choose where to stay?”
“The house is mine. I bought it from my dad years ago, when he was more interested in traveling than staying in Toronto. This place is mostly a tax write-off, but Nate uses it more than me. We have it when we’re working late, or if we have a client we want to impress from out of town.”
“So, I’m the one you’re trying to impress?” She couldn’t imagine he’d think too highly of her once she told him about Andrew’s demands. “I’m flattered.”
“Our friend from this morning reached out to the press. We have a bunch of photographers buzzing around the house trying to get a glimpse of who you are.” He took off his jacket and tie, and rolled up his sleeves. “I figured this would be better than fighting the crowds.”
Marissa sat down on the couch—God, this was as comfortable as it looked—and tried to relax. “I don’t think I should stay here.”
Vince held up his hand before she said anything else. He then grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. “I know something’s wrong. I can tell from the look on your face that this is even bigger than the flood.”
“It is. I need you to know—”
He flopped onto the couch beside her and handed her a glass. “In a minute.”
“You’re being stubborn.”
“I’m being practical.” He filled her glass, then his own, before putting the glass down. “Whatever you’re about to tell me is probably serious. I’ve had one hell of a day and for a little while, I need something not serious.”
She could only watch as he clinked their glasses together. “Like wine?”
“Like a glass of wine with a beautiful woman who makes me smile.” He took a sip, his eyes locked onto hers. “Is that so wrong?”
Marissa shivered from the intensity he was shooting at her. “No. I guess not.”
Liar! Everything about this was incredibly wrong. Andrew was blackmailing her and threatening him. If things were to come out about their relationship, she had no doubt it would put his deal with GreenPro at risk. She put her glass down on the table and turned once more to him.
Vince downed the rest of his wine in several gulps, set his glass on the floor, and took her face in his hands. “I’m going to kiss you now. I’ve wanted to kiss you since this morning when you got out of my car. I’ve had business calls, been dealing with pompous jackasses all day, and all I’ve been able to think about was getting back to you.”
His breath came out in soft puffs across her face. They were so close, she could feel the heat from him, smell his arousal through his aftershave. Her gaze flicked to his lips. “I thought you didn’t want a relationship?”
“I was wrong. I’m tired of being alone. Of having no one to come home to. No one to listen to, to hear what kind of day they’d had. I miss having a warm body in my bed. Not sex, but having another person there to hold on to, to listen to them breathe. I missed you.”
Vince leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in the softest kiss she’d ever shared. She sighed, couldn’t help it, and deepened the contact. His fingers flexed against her skin in a caress that had become familiar to her as only a lover’s could. Sliding her hands up his chest, she ignored the voice in the back of her head screaming that this was a horrible idea.
Despite everything that had happened in the past few days, she needed this. It wasn’t until she’d heard him express his needs that she realized she’d been craving that sort of contact herself. She wanted him, wanted to feel his body against hers. She wanted to relish the press of his cock inside her until she screamed from release.
When he slid a hand from her face to the side of her neck, Marissa reached up and encouraged him lower. Only once his fingers encased her breast did she give in completely. Her nipple was hard, rubbing mercilessly against the inside of her cotton bra. Pleasure sparked through her, as her skin became hypersensitive to every caress against it.
“Bedroom.” She spoke the words against his mouth, loathing to break even that little contact. “Please.”
Vince stood and somehow took her along with him. She’d long given up being surprised by what he could do. This was the man who’d swooped in and helped her in her moment of crisis, and yet hardly asked for anything in return. Even the meager barrier he’d put between them, the no-relationship rule, seemed to be little more than paper thin. Letting her head rest on his shoulder, Marissa followed his lead and ignored Andrew, her finances, and every other problem in her life.
As Vince carried her into the bedroom, she opened her eyes enough to take in her surroundings. The wall of windows continued here, presenting her with the most amazing view she was likely to ever wake up to. Vince must have noticed where her attention had gone, and set her down so she could have a better look.
“I don’t think I could ever get used to something like this.” She shifted back as he came up behind her, his hands falling to her waist. “It’s amazing.”
“Yes, you are.” He pulled her hair to the side and began to kiss her neck. His mouth worked the skin, nipping gently as his fingers began to work on the buttons of her shirt.
They were going to do this, have sex in this place where she didn’t belong. Marissa would take every last bit of pleasure she could from him, and then when they were done, she’d tell him about Andrew and the blackmail and await the inevitable dismissal from his life.
Marissa placed her hands on the window and arched her back like a cat. Her ass connected perfectly with his groin, and there was no mistaking the pressure of his cock against her. She wanted to turn around, drop to her knees and pull out his shaft. She wanted to lick up the length, from his balls to his tip, taste the bitter fluid that would have escaped from the slit. Instead, she bucked her hips back and prayed he wouldn’t leave her hanging for long.
Vince was an intuitive lover. He’d managed to undo the buttons on her shirt, her bra-covered breasts now readily available to him. She held her breath as he slid his hands beneath the wire and up to fully cup their weight. He leaned against her, his forehead to the back of her shoulders as he teased her nipples.
Marissa moaned, not caring how she looked or sounded. She wanted to be wild, primal. Wanted to shed her clothing so she could enjoy the scratch of his clothing against her nakedness. She wanted to soak in his heat, taste his sweat, all while memorizing each sound that came from him.
Vince moved his hands up, taking her bra with him, and leaving her breasts exposed to the world below. A shiver passed through her at the unexpected exhibitionism, a thrill that she was bared to all of Toronto to see, and knowing no one could. He continued to move his hands up, capturing her shirt to pull it down her arms.
He caught her gaze in the reflection of the window as he looked at her from over her shoulder. “I want to see you naked.”
“Yes.”
They worked together to shed her bra, her jeans. He hesitated when it came to her panties, taking time to tease the sensitive skin of the crease of her leg with his fingers, before slowly dropping to his knees as he slid the silk down her thigs. “I’ve always contended that a woman undressing is the sexiest thing in the world. It’s something special. Being the one chosen to see.”
As she stepped out of her panties, now completely naked before him, Marissa leaned back against the cold glass of the window and spread her thighs. “And you like to watch.”
God, she had this crazy powerful, rich man on his knees in front of her, horny. His shirt was half opened, though she didn’t know when he’d done that. His blue eyes were hooded, heavy, as though the very act of looking at her was too much for him to handle.
She was a fucking goddess and he would do anything in the world for her.
Marissa spread her legs wider. “Lick me.”
His gaze traveled lazily down her body until it reached her pussy. He rose to his knees, and shuffled close enough to do exactly what she wanted. His hot breath on her front was a stark contrast to the cold on her ass. Instead of reaching forward, to brace her hands on his shoulders, she flattened them even more against the window. “Do it. Please.”
The growl that came from Vince sounded as primal as Marissa felt. When his hands found her thighs, he squeezed the fleshy muscles, kneading them as he drew closer. Marissa wanted to look, wanted to watch the expressions on his face. She was able to keep her eyes open long enough to see him smile before he pressed his nose to her pubic mound and breathed her in.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He moved his hands higher, until he parted her labia, exposing her clit. Marissa held her breath as she felt his hot breath kiss her wet skin a moment before his mouth engulfed her.
Unlike before, he teased her with small flick of his tongue. She bucked her hips forward, encouraging him to increase the pressure, to force the pleasure on her until she came. Vince wasn’t having any of it. He held her still, held her open, and continued to tease.
“I hate you.” Her voice cracked as a shiver ripped through her. Goosebumps crept across her skin, the combined sensations of cold and pleasure getting confused inside her.
Vince shifted down and ran his tongue from her wet pussy, up across her clit, and back down again. “I love how wet you are. How you taste.” He pushed a finger into her, and pressed against the top of her passage.
She gasped at the unfamiliar pressure. He leaned in and sucked on her clit as he fucked her with his hand, milking her juices from her body. As her pleasure rose and her release threatened to breach, Marissa banged her head back hard against the glass. “Vince.”
Before she could come, he slowed down and pulled his hand from her. “Not like this.”
“Yes, like this.” She cried when he pulled away completely. “Asshole.”
He stood, pressing his body hard against her. His zipper rubbed against her hip, scratching her skin. The buttons of his shirt, the rub of the cotton against her chest gave her the feeling of the forbidden.
Well, he was her sugar daddy, after all.
Marissa looked up at him, at his wide pupils and his wet lips. She reached up, cupped the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. The taste of herself on his lips was uniquely wonderful, arousing. He stuck his thigh between her legs, forcing contact with her pussy.
Breaking the kiss, he moved to suck on her earlobe. “Like this.” He lifted his leg slightly, increasing the pressure. “I want you to come on my leg.”
Jesus.
Rolling her hips, she tentatively tried what he’d asked, not sure if the contact would be enough for her. She was wet and the cotton was dry, creating a friction that was different from anything she’d done to herself in the past. His hand found her nipple once again, this time he squeezed it gently, matching the rhythm of her hips.
Oh.
Her eyes closed and the only thing she could focus on was the pressure of his thigh on her pussy and the invisible line of pleasure that was connected between there and her nipple. His mouth on her neck licked the same spot, teasing the skin as he allowed himself to be used. The occasional word would escape him, an intimate look into his brain.
“Yes. That’s it. Fuck. So wet. Feel you on my skin.” He pinched her nipple harder. “Faster. Yeah. I can smell you. So fucking beautiful.”
It became harder to breathe, and Marissa had to force herself to do so. Everything became amplified in her mind as she pushed harder down on his thigh. She was almost there, so close to the release she so desperately needed.
“Yeah, baby. Harder. You’re almost there. Come for me. Come for me hard, love.”
Something snapped and in an instant her orgasm ripped through her body. She slammed down hard against him, thankful when he braced himself, holding still so she could continue to grind against him. She cried out, wishing there was someone there to hear her, to hear what he’d given her. Her world shrunk to the two of them, to the sensations of his body and her pleasure. As the last wave of her orgasm washed away, Vince peeled himself from her.
They both looked down, and she wanted to laugh at the large wet spot that now covered his pants. “I made a mess.”
“We’re not done yet.” He took her by the hand and dragged her to the bed. With a flourish, he spun her around and with a little push, sent her flying to the mattress. “I want to hear you come again.”
He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, reemerging with a cloth. She accepted the warmth, pressing it to her pussy as he dug into the night stand for condoms and lube. “I thought you said you had this place for clients?”
“And we like to make sure they have everything they could possibly need when they’re here.” He tossed them beside her on the bed.
“How considerate.” She dropped the facecloth on the floor.
If there wasn’t porn that consisted of men in suits getting undressed, then there damn well should be. She watched enthralled as he slowly undid each of the remaining buttons on his dress shirt. The sight of her cum on his dress pants drew her attention briefly, before he pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the floor, leaving him naked from the waist up.
“You’re too handsome to be a millionaire.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Multimillionaire. And why’s that?”
“It’s just not fair. You’ve got looks, intelligence, and money.”
“My personality more than acts as a counter weight.”
She watched as he opened the fly of his pants and pushed them down. “You keep saying that, but I’ve never seen you be anything but kind to people.”
“Did you forget my behavior on the yacht?”
“You were being cautious.” She had forgotten the yacht. The Vince she’d grown to know might be abrupt and single minded, but he was also sexy, kind, and willing to do whatever he needed to for someone he cared for. He then pushed his briefs down, and all other thoughts flew from Marissa’s mind.
When he reached for the condom, she snatched it from the mattress. “Let me.” She carefully tore the packet and retrieved the slippery rubber from its home.
Before she slipped it into place, she leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. Vince shuddered, his muscles twitching as his cock pulsed in her mouth. He was as far gone as she’d been earlier, and no doubt this wouldn’t last as long as she would like. She pulled back and slipped the condom on.
“I don’t think you need to worry about the lube.” Leaning back, she spread her legs. She reached down and spread her lips, rubbing the moisture across her thick hair.
Vince stared down at her, watching her as she teased her body. He knelt on the edge of the bed, as something in his expression changed. She almost asked him what was wrong, but as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.
“Think you can come again?” He moved between her thighs, his cock poised to enter her. “Let’s see.”
The full weight of his body pressed down on her, as he thrust fully inside her pussy. Her clit was still swollen from her earlier orgasm and sensitive from the friction. When he pressed against her, an overriding feeling of too-powerful pleasure came over her. It was gone as soon as he pulled back, only to come again on the next thrust. Her pussy grew damper, and holy shit, she was absolutely going to come again.
She shifted forward and wrapped her legs around his hips, encouraging him deeper. Vince thrust into her hard, fast, with an intent she’d never felt with another man. His body was slick from sweat, but unlike their previous times together, his body was familiar, a welcomed presence that was becoming precious to her.
“Fuck me.” She ran her fingers through his hair, listening as his breath hitched. “You’re so big. You’re going to make me come again.”
It must have been the right thing to say, because he rose up on his forearms, changing the angle. On their next connection, Marissa gasped as her clit rubbed perfectly against his mound. “Shit. Right there. Oh fuck.”
Thank God, he listened, didn’t change a thing. She held on, chased her release, knowing she’d have to work for this one. On the next thrust she bucked up to meet him, and that was all it took to push her over the edge once again. Every muscle in her body tensed so hard, she couldn’t even cry out. Vince didn’t stop, didn’t slow down until she finally sucked in a giant breath and relaxed into the mattress.
He continued to pound into her for a moment longer, before coming himself. His cries were swallowed up by the mattress, but she heard them echo around and through her. Vince strained against her before coming to a stuttering halt, his body weight resting on her and his arms.
She didn’t want him to move away, didn’t want to break the contact. Everything that was going to come from this point on would be horrible, she just knew it. Andrew and the media, her own desires and his relationship issues—everything seemed too big to handle.
The tears came, slipping down her temple, through her hairline to her ears. Dread was such a horrible emotion, one that she’d gotten so comfortable with, it seemed to be her default setting most days. Vince pulled back, frowning. He didn’t say anything, and instead wiped the tears from her face.
“We should get cleaned up.” Her voice was small, so unlike her, that Marissa hardly recognized herself.
He didn’t move, instead kissed her forehead. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. Not even a little.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No.”
“Then why are you crying?”
“If we’re going to have this conversation, then I need to get up.” She gave him a little shove, and this time Vince moved.
Not that he went far, to the edge of the bed. He stood and removed the condom, tossing it in the wastebasket in the corner. “Can I get you something?”
“Let me pee, then we can talk.”
She couldn’t look at him as she padded naked to the bathroom. Shutting the door only gave her a brief respite from the pain of what she knew she was going to have to do.
I fucking hate you, Andrew.
Who was she kidding? Vince hadn’t wanted a relationship because he’d been worried about being taken advantage of. Here she was about to lay their worst nightmares and all she was worried about was being left alone.
Marissa peed and got herself cleaned up. She paused briefly to look herself over in the mirror, before taking a deep breath, and opened the door. Time to face the music.