The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(173)

“Sorry,” she muttered getting up to get plates and forks.

“Don't be,” he smiled.

After the pie was gone Celeste pushed the key towards him, “It's all yours for tonight.”

“I think you were right when you said stick to the beer,” he laughed.

“Alright,” she said pointing the fridge, “it's all yours too, but just try not to eat me out of house and home.”

They took their beers out onto the back patio and for a long time Eric was quiet. The sun was setting and his guests were beginning to leave. Several of them shook their heads and whispered to each other when they saw saw the two of them together.

“They think we f*cked,” Eric laughed.

“I don't think that's what they're thinking,” Celeste blushed. “I don't think that's the first thing most people assume.”

“Maybe not,” he laughed looking up at the sky, “but at least then I won't have to be angry at them. It's just messed up. The whole damn party was just a ploy so they could hear horror stories and go home tonight thankful that it wasn't them that had to go through it. They act like I owed them answers.”

“You don't owe them a damn thing,” Celeste said. “You served your country. You did your part. They don't need to know the details. It'll only keep them up at night anyway.”

“Did your dad serve?”

“No, my brother. He was a marine too. He's home now and started his own business online.”

“Is this where you suggest that we should get together and swap war stories?”

“No, this is where I ask you not to bring it up if you ever meet him. He served his country. He did the right thing, but now he just wants to move on.”

“I know that feelin'.”

“So what do you want to do now?”

“Tonight?”

“Well, yeah, and tomorrow and the day after that,” Celeste laughed.

“Damn woman,” Eric shook his head.

“What?”

“Your laughter is more intoxicating than the beer.”

“I should bottle it then and become filthy rich.”

“Then we could buy an island.”

“And anyone who annoyed us could be put out to sea.”

Eric was quiet for a moment and then locked his gaze to hers. She gave him a coy smile and winked at him.

“This may be the beer talking,” he said leaning closer to her.

Celeste tilted her head and parted her lips. How would it feel to be wrapped in his arms and have his lips pressed hard against hers? She blushed realizing that she was getting ahead of herself.

“Would you slap me if I kissed you?”

“I guess there's only one way to find out.”

Sitting his beer aside, Eric closed the space between him. One strong warm hand caressed her cheek as their lips met. He was hesitant to open up at first, but Celeste wrapped her arm around his neck and parted her lips moving hard against his. Eric's tongue darted hungrily into her mouth and danced with her own. Her pulse raced and she never wanted the kiss to end.

Celeste ran her fingers through his thick hair and she sighed into the kiss. Her free hand trailed over his chest and stomach reveling in the feeling of his muscles quivering at her touch. When the kiss broke she was wet and pretty sure that Eric was hard too.

He stayed close to her with their foreheads touching. His eyes were still closed, but a bit of the tension was gone from his face. His fingers moved softly over her cheek as he opened her eyes.

“That was nice,” he smiled. “Over there,” Eric paused for a second, “over there it's the little things you miss the most like a round of drinks or how carpet feels under your bare feet. How it feels to have an attractive woman flirting with you and how great it finally feels to kiss her.”

Celeste kissed him again. This time she moved from her chair onto his lap. She was right. He was was rock hard. Eric wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. His hands trailed up and down her sides before one came to rest on her breast.

“We better take this inside,” she whispered not wanting his spying mother to bare witness to anything that might transpire between them.

“I don't know where this could go,” Eric said twirling one of her red curls around his finger.

“The sofa, the bed, maybe a table if you're feeling that freaky.”

“I have nothing to promise you,” he said taking a deep breath. “I just got back and I'm going to be honest. My head's a mess, my dick is hard, and the sexiest woman I've ever met is sitting in my lap which is only making it worse. I want this, I want you, but I don't want to break your heart.”

“Eric, I'm a grown woman. I know sex is sex and love doesn't always come into the mix, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it.”

She looked into his eyes and she could tell he was fighting with himself. His cock throbbed against her body and he wanted her. His body was tense trying not to buck against her, but she knew his control wouldn't last forever.

“Look, I've had my heart broken before. I've been married and divorced. Sex can be just sex if that's what we decide.”

“But what happens if we want more?” he asked.

“Then we figure it out when it happens.”