kisses or his giant penis. Hell, maybe I could charge one of those to his card, too! I opened the sliding glass door and walked into the air conditioning, loving the way my nipples immediately dimpled. Maybe I’d take a glass of wine to the bathroom, turn on the jets in the Jacuzzi and let the bubbles make me come.
“You do know anyone can see you from the water?”
I shrieked and whirled.
“You probably have paparazzi bobbing around in boats taking pictures.”
“I hope they got my good side,” I said, my hand on my chest as I recovered from my fright. Lord, he was so handsome.
Warren stood there, a jacket over his arm, his dress shirt unbuttoned and his tie askew. His hard gaze trailed down my body, and dammit if my pussy didn’t squeeze tight.
He looked wonderful, but tired. And angry. I could see it in the hard glint in his eyes and the tension in his shoulders.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I came for you.”
“Yes you did,” I said, raising my chin. “Once, I think.”
His mouth tightened, but I appreciated the fact he didn’t tell me to shut up.
“Thought you’d like to know Ham was arrested yesterday.”
“For what?” I frowned.
“Tax fraud. He hid assets. I found them. He’s ruined.”
“Think he’ll actually do some time?”
“The federal prosecutor’s a friend of mine. Ham won’t get any special deals.”
“Thanks.” I nodded. “But you didn’t need to come all this way to tell me.”
“That’s not why I’m here.”
His expression was dark, still angry, and oddly, I was getting excited. I pointed to my bedroom.
“If you’ll wait, I should shower.” I turned, but I didn’t take two steps before his hands gripped my hips halting me.
I held still, my heart racing. He let go of my hips and slid his palms down my arms, capturing my hands. He drew them forward, wrapping them around the top rung of a ladder-back chair. Then a hand pressed between my shoulders, forcing me to bend low. Finally, he nudged apart my feet with his leather shoes.
I hung there, barely breathing, wanting to look back, but I didn’t want to see anything but passion in his eyes, and I feared I’d be disappointed.
I heard the rip of a zipper and braced myself, knowing what was coming, dying for it to happen.
His cock pushed against my pussy, and he thrust inside me, not stopping until he was fully sheathed. He would have hurt me if I hadn’t been so wet. But I’d creamed the moment I’d seen him standing in the living room, looking pissed off and worried.
He’d come for me. And the fact that the first thing he had to do was fuck me had to mean something. Braced against his rough strokes, I tilted my ass higher and tensed my inner muscles, letting him know I was into this.
“Why’d you leave me?” His fingers dug into hips.
I tossed my hair. “I left before you could abandon me again.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He gave me another powerful, pounding stroke.
“You said we were leaving. Well, I wasn’t going to let you drop me off at college and wave goodbye.”
“I wasn’t taking you to some fucking school.”
He continued to hammer me, working my cunt into a juicy mess as I gasped and at last made the sounds that betrayed my pleasure.
I whimpered then groaned. “Faster.”
“Get on your knees.” He pulled free.
I dropped to the carpet and went on all fours. He gripped me, centered himself and stroked inside, returning to the quick, hard, targeted thrusts that were winding me up.
“If you weren’t taking me to school, where were we going?”
“To Vegas. I had the jet on standby. We were getting married.”
My jaw dropped. “You haven’t asked me. What was I