Black Ties and White Lies(64)

Now knowing she’s come again, I pull out of her. She falls into the comforter, moans still ricocheting from her chest as she comes down from her orgasm. Grabbing onto her ankle, I flip her body over until I can see that perfect face of hers.

My hand falls to my cock, pumping up and down until hot liquid spills out. I watch as it coats her body, her eyes wide and lustful as she watches the proof of my desperation for her. I continue to work my shaft as I come back down. The entire time, Margo watches me with lust in her eyes.

I look down at my cum all over her. “You look good marked with the signs of how crazy you drive me.” I run my fingertip through drops of cum that sit between her thighs. I trail the wet finger up her inner thigh, stopping when I softly circle her swollen clit.

Margo jerks. “Beck, I can hardly move,” she whines. “As mind-blowing as those felt, I need like two seconds to recover.”

I smirk, pulling her body off the comforter and wrapping my arms around her. She shrieks with the sudden movement. “I’m going to get you all dirty,” she says against my chest.

My fingers move her tangled hair out of her face. I brush my thumb over her flushed cheek. “I don’t give a damn about that,” I mutter, taking in her utter beauty. I’ve always thought she was breathtakingly stunning, but I hadn’t imagined how much she’d take my breath away after she’d been thoroughly fucked.

I’m lost in my mind thinking how it’s a view I could get way too used to when she pulls away from me. Her knees sit on either side of my hips as she straddles me. My still erect cock pushes up against her wetness, but I know she needs a break, so I don’t press anything.

It doesn’t stop me from still leaning in and sealing her lips to mine. The kiss is slow and drawn out, the both of us tired from the tension between us finally snapping. Her tongue brushes against mine, her fingers finding the nape of my neck.

Somehow the kiss now feels more intimate than anything we just did. I’ve never kissed a woman after sex. Most of the time I preferred not to even look at a woman after we’d slept together. I didn’t find it necessary. I wasn’t interested in small talk after. I didn’t want them to take me speaking, or looking at them, as interest in ever doing it again. Women in my circle were great at misinterpreting things. They spun and twisted reality into a warped truth of their own.

I’d thought I’d been doing the right thing by never sleeping with the same woman twice. I’d thought it was the gentleman thing to do to make it seem like I was never making them false promises, but it’d been the fact that I’d been seen with numerous different women—some I’d never ever slept with—that got me in the situation with Margo in the first place. Not that I’m going to complain about it. In fact, I might send the author of the article that was supposed to expose me as some terrible playboy billionaire some flowers as a thank you.

The article is what led Margo to me, or if we’re talking semantics, what led me to Margo. Either way, I can’t be upset with something that brought me her.

We kiss like we have all the time in the world. In this inn in the middle of bumfuck Colorado, it almost seems like we do. Eventually, she pulls away, smiling softly as she presses her forehead into my lips. I give her a tender kiss there, seemingly needing to have my lips on various parts of her at all times.

“I can’t believe we did that,” she says softly.

“Did what?”

“Had sex. Oh my god, I just had sex with my boss. Shit, I just had sex with Carter’s brother and—”

I rip my face away from hers, looking down at her angrily. “You’re really going to say his name while my cum dries on your skin?”

Her full lips form a small O. The regret in her eyes is the only thing stopping me from plummeting into her once again just to prove to the both of us that the only Sinclair brother that matters is me. She reaches up, her fingers cupping the side of my face. “Before you interrupted me, you asshole, I was going to say how I had sex with my ex-boyfriend’s brother, and I loved every single second of it.”

The jealousy flaring in my chest slightly dulls. She runs her thumb over my bottom lip. I nip at it, making her smile and easing some of the tension between us. “I just fucking hate that he ever had the chance to have you like that.”

Her eyes soften as she stares into my eyes. “I probably shouldn’t admit this, but it’s not like we really… you know”—she looks uncomfortable for a moment—“did much. Maybe when we first started dating, but I can pinpoint the moment he found pleasure with other people. He became less interested in me.”

I grab her hips. I want to be gentle with her, but I know the way my fingertips press into her delicate skin, that gentle is not an adjective to describe the way I hold her body against mine. “His fucking loss,” I whisper against her lips.

Unable to stop myself, I kiss her again, not wanting to go long without tasting her. I only pull away far enough to say what else is on my mind. “No matter how much I hate him for ever having you, I’m fucking thrilled that he was dumb enough to not keep you.”

“Why?”

“Because now I have you.”

“We have each other. For a year at least.”

I brush off her comment. If it were up to me, I’d have her longer. I just have to find a way to make that happen. I heave her up off the bed, wrapping her legs around my middle. She squeals but doesn’t protest at all as I walk us to the bathroom. Setting her down on the lip of the large clawfoot tub, I turn the knobs to begin to fill the bath. Hot water cascades from the faucets, covering the red roses the hotel staff had lined the tub with.