Broken Course (Wrecked and Ruined #3)(74)

"Fuck," I whisper as she pushes a single finger inside her heat. God, I’d give anything to feel her. I know exactly how tight that * is and how good it feels milking my cock.

I quicken the pace over my shaft as I watch her add another finger.

"Talk to me," she says, using her other hand to glide over her breasts.

"You are f*cking beautiful. Christ. I’d give anything to f*ck your tits right now."

"Mmm. My tits, huh?" She sits up, pushing her breasts into the camera.

"Yep. I’m going to come on them as soon as I get back. I want to see you covered in me." I switch hands so I can tilt the camera down to give her a better view.

"Fuck, baby," she breathes, lying back down with her eyes glued to the screen.

"Circle your clit. I want you to come for me now, ángel."

She quickly follows my direction and licks the finger on her other hand before dropping it between her legs. I move my hand over my cock with the same rhythm of her fingers.

"Come on your stomach. I want to watch," she demands between moans.

My pace quickens as I feel the orgasm traveling up from my balls. I’m close, and I fight to keep my eyes open. I want to see her face.

"Oh f*ck. God, Sarah." My release lands right where directed and she lets out an approving moan.

Not a second later, I watch as she loses herself in her own high. She doesn’t utter my name. Instead, she whispers a string of unrecognizable expletives as an orgasm courses through her body.

She silently relaxes against the bed, and I head to the bathroom, snagging a washcloth to clean myself off. As soon as I settle back in the picture, Sarah lets out a laugh.

"Fine. You can come on my tits. That was hot."

"Oh, I was coming on your tits whether you agreed or not." I laugh and roll to my side, taking the computer with me.

"Why do you have to travel so much? I miss you," she whines.

"Well, it won’t be as bad next month. Things should plateau off pretty soon. I have enough men now, I think. They can travel for jobs and I’ll be able to stay at home more."

"Good."

"Hey, next week, I have to be down in Florida for a meeting. You want to come with me? We can shut down the office and just have a couple of days to ourselves," I ask.

She smiles excitedly. "You love to take me places, don’t you?"

"I just like being with you," I respond honestly.

"Well, I can’t deprive you of that then."

"Okay, good. I’ll have my secretary buy your ticket tomorrow." I wink.

"Hilarious. If you expect me to do it, I’m buying myself first class," she answers before changing the topic to something random.

We spend the next hour lying in bed naked, talking about how quickly we can get Sarah moved into my apartment. She tries to convince me to wait the two months until her lease is up, but I refuse. I’m more than willing to buy it out. If I had my way, I’d hire movers first thing in the morning, but she refuses, stating that we need to work out the details a little better. I promptly decide to hold her hostage at my place until then.





One week later…


"EVERYTHING OKAY?" I ask as Leo drops his keys on the dresser of a lavish hotel in Florida.

"Yeah, why? What’s wrong?" He eyes me suspiciously.

"Nothing. I was just worried. I thought your meeting was over, like, an hour ago."

"It was, but I had to make some stops. No big deal. Just work shit." He removes his suit jacket and walks to the bed to kiss me. "You look gorgeous," he says, raking his eyes over my chest.

Upon Leo’s insistence, I went shopping today and bought a new dress for tonight. It didn’t take much convincing. Now that we are moving in together, the old purse strings have loosened up a bit. He tried to give me his credit card, but I enjoyed paying for the short, emerald-green cocktail dress myself, even if it is Leo’s hand writing my paycheck.

"Thanks. You look pretty nice too." I pull his baby-blue tie, dragging him down for another kiss.

"Cásate conmigo," he whispers as he releases my mouth.

"Will you teach me some Spanish?" I ask. "I hate not understanding you when you say stuff like that. And I know you lie to me when I ask."

He laughs and nods. "Of course. Although I’m not sure what’s Spanish for ‘y’all,’" he teases before stepping away. "We’re going to be late. I made early reservations so we could go out and hit some of the nightlife later."

"Oh, that sounds great. Let’s go." I stand up in my four-inch heels, meeting Leo almost eye to eye. In these shoes, he’s only an inch or so taller than I am. He doesn’t back away, even when I try to take a step around him.

"New shoes too?" he asks, brushing the hair off my shoulder.

"I needed them," I explain. "Which reminds me. I need a raise too." I turn my head, and he trails wet kisses up my neck, sending chills over my body.

"Cásate conmigo," he repeats into my ear.

"What does that mean?" I grab his biceps to balance.

He leans away with a full-blown megawatt smile and answers, "I’ll tell you later. Let’s go eat." Grabbing my hand, he pulls me from the room.