Like an idiot, he didn’t read anything he was signing. He just added his signatures and the date.
Fucking stupid.
I pushed the paper to Simone. “Sign in the same places.”
“Why?” Coen asked. “If we aren’t married?”
“You’ll be married in two days,” I said. “We’ll just have to go back and add her signatures later, and it’ll be a pain. May as well just do it now.”
Like she’d scored a victory, she smiled then added her signatures underneath Coen’s.
She was also stupid.
The papers were returned to me.
I quickly placed them in the folder. “I guess I’ll see you on Saturday.”
“Bringing that brunette?” Simone asked as she watched me rise from the chair.
“Why?” I asked. “Jealous?”
“I think you’re the one who’s jealous.” She moved her hand across the table and rested it on Coen’s.
He squeezed her hand in return.
Why was my family so fucked up? “Yes, I’m bringing her.”
When I left the office, I went straight to Monroe’s apartment.
She opened the door after I knocked, wearing a pink dress with a white cardigan. Summer was officially over, but she dressed like she wasn’t ready to say goodbye. “What a nice surprise.”
I stepped over the threshold and kissed her on the mouth, greeting her the way a man greeted his woman. I sucked her bottom lip then gave her some of my tongue, wanting to blow off steam after the shitty day I’d had.
Her hands immediately unbuttoned the front of my shirt and got my belt undone. “You’re frisky today.”
Just pissed off. “My brother is getting married on Saturday. Would you like to come with me?” I hadn’t intended to bring her because the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. Mother would ask a million questions and pry into my personal life. But I didn’t want to give Simone the impression I was alone and lonely. I had a woman a million times better than she ever was. Not only was Monroe beautiful, she had a heart that dwarfed everyone else’s.
“Really?” she asked, clearly surprised by the request. “Yeah, sure. I just hope I have something to wear.”
“It’s on the beach, so anything will be fine.”
“But you guys are like billionaires…”
“Trust me, anything is fine.” My hands peeled her cardigan off her body then I moved to the slender straps over her shoulders. I pushed them down so the thin material would slide off her body, revealing her boobs with taped-down nipples.
I eyed them and tried not to smile.
She quickly covered them and pulled the tape loose. “You didn’t catch me at my finest hour.”
“I’m not judging you.” My hands palmed her free tits, and I swiped my thumb over her nipples, feeling them pebble at my touch. “So, you’ll come with me?”
“Of course. Isn’t your mom gonna be there?”
I nodded. “Yes. And she’ll be obsessed with you. She already asked me a million questions about you.”
“How does she know about me in the first place?”
“She knows I took you to that charity event.” I backed her up toward the bedroom in the corner, where her small queen bed had rumpled sheets because she hadn’t bothered making the bed that morning. When we reached the foot of the bed, I pulled her thong down. After dealing with bullshit all afternoon, I just wanted to fuck pussy.
Her fingers finished my buttons before she removed my tie. She looked me in the eye with a slight smile on her lips, her fingers working my clothing until most of it was on the ground. She popped the button of my slacks and undid the zipper so they would fall to the floor. “You seem stressed.”
“I am.”
Her hands moved up my bare chest as she rose on tiptoes to give me a kiss. It was soft and sweet, full of her vanilla innocence. Her lips moved quicker, and then she gave me her small tongue, keeping the pace slow even though the passion had increased.
Then she abruptly pulled away…and lowered herself to her knees.
I stopped breathing once I saw her face right in front of my dick
“Maybe I can help you relax…” She gripped my thighs and then pressed her lips against my sac. She dropped her kisses everywhere, sliding her tongue across the textured skin as she felt my balls intimately. She kissed and sucked, giving them the same attention my cock always received. Then she grabbed my shaft and pointed the crown right at her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, flattened it, and then started to move in.
Jesus Christ.
Her throat slowly covered my length, her tongue acting as a buffer to keep me slick and protected. She moved as far as she could go without coughing and then slowly pulled me out again. Like she wasn’t in a hurry to speed this up, she kept moving at that pace, letting her throat get used to having a huge dick inside it.