Moonlighter (The Company, #1)(76)

His moan is long and loud. “Yes,” he whispers. “Finally.” He tugs my hips down, until I’m taking him so deeply that I gasp. And then he’s kissing my neck, and cupping my breasts over the bra, and tracing his lips all over my skin.

Then he takes my mouth, and the kiss is shockingly tender. I feel goose bumps rise on my arms as his tongue greets mine with a slow slide.

My heart gives a kick. I like this man way too much. He has no idea what he’s doing to me right now. Tonight he’s the perfect imitation of an expectant father—bringing food home to his ravenous, pregnant wife. Offering to help out in the nursery.

Making love to her carefully after she erupts in a hormonal snit.

But it’s not real. None of this is really my life. I can only pretend that it is.

Pretending has its merits, though. I can rise slowly up on his cock and grind my hips against his as he groans. I can lower my pussy again and again while our kisses bleed onward toward infinity. I can grip his biceps while he kneads my ass and ride him until he makes a more desperate sound with each thrust.

It’s a gorgeous, mind-melting imitation of everything I want in the world. And when I finally come, moaning against his tongue, it feels real enough. His strong arms hold me tightly as he buries his face in my neck and clenches through his own groaning, shuddering climax.

But it’s over too soon. I come to a halt, still pinned against his big, sturdy body, with hot tears springing into my eyes.

I am not really sure if they are happy tears or sad ones.





27





Eric





Good. Lord. If you’d told me six months ago that I’d be having steamy hot sex with a very pregnant friend, I’d have laughed my ass off.

But nobody is laughing now. I’m too busy catching my breath, and then easing us down onto the pillow together. Eyes closed, I tuck Alex’s head under my chin. I can feel the rise and fall of her chest as she floats down from the same high I’m on.

And I’m more at peace right now than I have been in weeks. Maybe ever. Maybe it makes me a sap, but none of the bad shit matters quite so much when you’re curled up around a woman who makes you smile.

I won’t lie—I’m a little startled by how much I’ve missed Alex. How badly I want her. And by how easy it is for me to picture spending a lot of time with her. I’m invested. I don’t know how it happened, but it doesn’t seem to be going away.

“Eric,” she whispers.

“Mmm?”

“What are you thinking about right now?”

“Umm…” That I might be falling for someone for the first time in my adult life. “Sleepy thoughts,” I answer, because it’s not entirely a lie.

“How’s the knee?”

“Fine,” I croak. “The same.”

“Are you ready to tell me what’s bothering you?”

“No.”

She pokes me in the side. “Eric.”

“Don’t kill my buzz, woman. It doesn’t get any better than this.” I open my eyes and find her blue ones looking at me. “I mean that. It really doesn’t.”

She falls silent. And if she doesn’t outright agree with me, at least she’s not arguing. I’ll take it.

“I’m staying over tonight,” I inform her. “I already told Duff he could leave.”

“Okay,” she says, burrowing closer. “But I have one unrelated question.”

“Mmm?” I could seriously fall asleep right now. That’s how deeply relaxed I am.

“Earlier, did you say something about cherry pie?”

I grin without opening my eyes. “I did. You want some?”

But she’s already pulling herself up and heading for the kitchen.





I take a quick shower in the posh oasis otherwise known as Alex’s spa bathroom. Then we eat giant slices of pie in her bed. When we turn out the light at midnight, I sleep like a dead man.

When morning finally comes, I wake up slowly. And I’m already happy. In the first place, I’m stretched out in Alex’s wonderful king-sized bed.

In the second place, her lips are skimming my cock. A groan comes from deep in my soul to erupt as she licks me and then takes me deep.

And to think I was having a shitty week before now.

“Baby,” I grunt as she works me over. “You better stop that before it’s too late.”

She doesn’t stop, though. Instead she just looks up and makes eye contact as she gives me a good, hard suck.

“Oh, Jesus. You are really good at this.”

She makes a happy sound and bobs up and down on my dick. The view is killing me. Red lips. Flushed cheeks. Satisfaction curls through my chest, down my spine and tightens my balls.

“Okay,” I gasp. “You’ve been warned.” With a happy sigh, I lift my hips off the bed and begin to fuck her mouth in short thrusts.

Alex moans around my cock, and that’s when I start to lose control.

Most mornings I wake up to a stiff knee, and yet I can’t even feel that fucker right now. Because Alex is sucking half of my IQ out through my cock.

I take a deep breath and let myself be pushed over the sweet edge of orgasm. The sound I make is half roar, half gasp. And then I’m spilling myself onto her willing tongue.