Mister Moneybags(45)

I closed my eyes in euphoria as I pushed my index and middle fingers in and out of her wet *. It was all too easy to imagine what it would feel like wrapped around my painfully hard cock. I knew without a doubt I couldn’t go much longer without knowing what that felt like.

I yearned to suck on her breasts but her dress wouldn’t allow me access without unzipping it from the back. Instead, I lowered my mouth to devour them through the fabric before kissing my way back to her mouth again.

I whispered in her ear, “I can’t wait to f*ck you.”

“I’d let you if we weren’t here. That’s why we are here.”

“I know.”

She ran her fingers through my hair as she kissed me harder. I continued to finger f*ck her while massaging her clit with my thumb. When she tightened repeatedly against my hand, I knew she was coming. It hadn’t taken much.

There was nothing sexier than watching her scream out in silence as she climaxed. I couldn’t wait to hear what she sounded like when she came with me inside her in the privacy of my bedroom.

When she stopped moving, I slipped my finger out and took it into my mouth, savoring every bit of her taste.

She placed her hand on my erection and whispered in my ear, “If we had something to cover us, I’d return the favor.”

That was the moment I knew a garment of clothing was about to be sacrificed.

I took off my jacket and covered myself. Her hand slipped underneath and worked to unzip my pants. My engorged cock sprung free and Bianca began to jerk it slowly. Relaxing my head back, I wondered how the hell I was going to manage this quietly when it felt better than anything I could remember aside from what I’d just done to her moments ago.

I just about lost it when she licked her palm before repositioning it around my dick. She pumped harder and within seconds, I came in her hand until my limp body collapsed back into the seat. Her wet hand totally undid me.

Bianca smiled impishly as I used my designer jacket to discreetly clean up my load. I hadn’t pulled this shit since the early years of high school.

“I won’t be taking this to the cleaners.”

“I hope that wasn’t your favorite suit jacket.”

“It only cost two thousand dollars. But that hand job was worth more.”

“I didn’t realize it was that expensive. I should have just used my mouth.”

“You are evil, Georgy Girl,” I said before smashing my lips against hers.





“When will I see you again?” We were in the back of my Town Car and almost to her building. I didn’t care that I sounded desperate, and I’d asked her the same exact question just the other day. The ball was in her court—why pretend it wasn’t?

“Well, tomorrow night I have a work thing. I won’t be home until pretty late.”

“That work thing isn’t Eamon, is it?”

She smiled. “No. But if it was, it would be work, not a date. I wouldn’t disguise a date as a work thing.”

Our fingers were entwined as we sat side by side. “I hope you mean that you wouldn’t disguise a date because you aren’t planning on having any. Outside of me, that is.”

She bumped her shoulder to mine. “Is that your way of asking me to be exclusive with you?”

“I expect if I’m not f*cking you, no one else will be inside you either.”

“You’re so crass.”

I shrugged. “Maybe. But can you really tell me the thought of my cock in another woman sits right with you?”

“No. It definitely doesn’t.”

“Then it’s settled. My cock will continue his relationship with only my hand until such time as your * decides to put it out of its misery.”

She laughed. “You’re so romantic.”

We pulled up at the curb outside of her building, and I made no attempt to open the door. “I’m not letting you out of this car until you tell me when I’ll see you again.”

“How about the day after tomorrow? Thursday.”

“I have a dinner meeting up in Boston.”

“Well, Friday I have dinner plans with my mom at her house. She’s watching my two nieces overnight so my sister and her husband can have a date night out and the house to themselves after. But you’re more than welcome to come, if you want.”

“It’s a date,” I said immediately.

She chuckled at my eagerness. “Perhaps before you agree to come with me, I should warn you that my sister’s kids are little holy terrors.”

It didn’t escape me that Caroline had once asked me to go to a family function. An excuse rolled from my tongue before the invitation was even fully out of her mouth. Yet with Bianca, I had no hesitation at all. Even more f*cked up was that, as she painted a picture of something I’d normally run the other way from, I found myself thinking that perhaps seeing her with her sister’s kids in action might be a glimpse into my own future.

I brought our entwined hands to my mouth and kissed the top of hers. “I don’t scare that easily.”

“Say that after you meet the twins from hell and sit in rush hour traffic to Staten Island.”

Turning to face her, I cupped her cheeks in my hands. “Did you say rush hour traffic? I can think of a few ways we can pass the time back here on the way to Staten Island Friday night. I’ll bring a cheap jacket this time.”