If we didn’t move, nothing bad would happen.
If we didn’t move, we could just enjoy the most erotic view and feeling ever.
If we didn’t move … we wouldn’t have needed a condom.
Right?
“Just a sec …” I was on top. I held the most power.
It. Just. Felt. So. Good.
His left hand fell from my hip and moved to the side. “It’s right here.” He held the condom in front of my face. “But if you don’t want me to use it, I won’t.”
That grin. That was what made me come to my senses. In that moment, he was no longer just some hot, young guy rubbing his naked body against mine. That grin was my nemesis. The bane of my existence as a retail store owner in Epperly. He wanted to see me completely lose myself in the moment—in him.
“The hell you won’t.” I couldn’t even look at him when I said it. Instead, I lifted onto my knees, plucked the packet from his hand, and rolled the condom onto his cock.
Really, that grin had to go. Sure, it was charming and sexy. But I didn’t like how it made me feel like a flighty young woman enamored by him. I would stroke his dick for our mutual pleasure, but not his ego.
“Lose the grin and kiss me, you sexy idiot.”
Kael doubled down on his grin, keeping it firmly locked in place as he sat up with me straddling him. When I leaned in to kiss him, he moved just enough to deny me.
I narrowed my eyes.
“God … you’re feisty as hell.”
Feisty? I could live with that. “You have no idea.”
He grabbed my ass harder than anyone had ever grabbed my ass before. And I liked it. Too much, really.
“Let’s see whatcha got, Elsie.”
My breath caught in my throat when his hands jerked my hips downward onto every inch of him with unmeasurable confidence. Mesmerizing eyes greedily drank up the view of my reaction—heavy eyes, lips parted, and a long moan vibrating from my chest.
Yeah, yeah … you’re a fucking stud, Kael Hendricks.Chapter ElevenI loved my husband despite his inability to undress correctly. And yes … there was a correct order.* * *“Well, that was …” I hooked my bra with my back to Kael as he searched for his clothes scattered around the sofa along with pillows, blankets, and two condom wrappers.
Two.
I hadn’t had sex twice in a twenty-four-hour span since Craig and I were in Mexico for our ten-year anniversary.
“Don’t leave me hanging. That was what?”
Unforgettable.
Mind-blowing.
Hot as hell.
Sexier than anything I could recall.
“Not what I expected.”
His easy laughter filled the otherwise quiet room as I pulled on my jeans. “What did you expect?”
I walked right into that one. A reminder that we were competitors.
“I think I expected to be a little rusty. But I clearly wasn’t. I was quite good.” All lies. Well, the first part was true. I turned toward him as I fished my arms into my shirt. My mouth remained firm, giving nothing away as I kept my chin up. It was all about appearance.
After he finished pulling on his socks, he stepped toward me, hooking two fingers into the waistband of my jeans to tug me into his chest. My hands splayed over his shirt, head angled toward his face. Still, I held every ounce of confidence as if I really felt it.
“I’m not backing down. It’s just sex. It’s my family’s business. I’ll do whatever it takes to get back my customers you’ve tried to steal.”
He rolled his lips together, no doubt hiding a grin. But the playful sparkle in his eyes hid nothing. “Elsie,” he adjusted himself. “You’re giving me a hard-on again. I’d be disappointed if you rolled over and surrendered. I like you on top … taking me down.”
My smart mouth had a comeback. I think the sex boosted my confidence. However, before I could spew more than a tiny sound, his hands held my head between them, and his mouth covered mine. That tongue did wicked things to mine. Even our intimacy felt competitive.
“Stop trying to jump me again, Mrs. Smith.” He abruptly pulled away and straightened his shirt like a better-dressed man would straighten his tie.
“Stop calling me Mrs. Smith. It makes me sound like your teacher or your best friend’s mom. Like a dirty old lady.”
“No comment.” He smirked and pivoted, taking his cockiness and swagger to the front door where he donned his jacket and boots. “Tell Bella I said hi.”
“I will do no such thing. And you will not tell anyone about this. It’s a one and done.”
“We did it twice, Mrs. Smith. And I let you lick my cock a few times because you wouldn’t stop gawking at it.”
No matter how hard I tried to subdue my reaction, my cheeks flushed with heat, crawling up to the tips of my ears. That heat evaporated all moisture in my throat along with my next words.