Page 5 of One More Night
Five seconds of silence and she hands it over. I lean back against my daily driver—a Range Rove—as she sways that sexy butt indoors and breathe a sigh of relief. Addiction is one hell of a thing.
Her phone is ridiculously easy to hack. I scroll through her Instagram first, and then check her Facebook. Corinne Seaworth, twenty-four, and an ex-personal trainer. Explains the tight little body, then. Four hundred and eight friends, plus six thousand Instagram followers. No nudes in her recently sent messages—disappointing as well as promising—and her brother is in her top three. Not only does she still use her maiden name—nice to see I have no competition—but family remains important.
I drop the device back in her purse and head indoors to find Corinne in the wide hallway, patting her hands on the side of her dress. The swell of her ass causes my dick to harden, the icing on the cake the way she tucks one hand under her hair and fans it out over her shoulders before she even realizes I watch her.
“Everything okay?” She holds a hand out for her purse.
I reluctantly pass it over. So many more things I could have learnt about her in there.
“Perfect.” I step past her and lift my hands to my shirt, undoing the buttons as I head for the bedroom.
Her heels don’t echo after me.
“Problem?” I stall, my back to her.
The click of metal on tile indicates she obeys. “No.” Although the waver to her voice tells me she doesn’t understand why.
My shirt hits the floor in the doorway, the clang of my belt buckle echoing around my vast bedroom as the sensor lights come on. Dull amber tones wash over the room, just enough to see where I’m going but not so bright as to ruin the ambience.
She hesitates in the doorway, knees bent as she retrieves my shirt. “No small talk, huh?”
“I thought we already did that?” I continue to remove my pants, slowly, as I watch with keen interest while Corinne sets my shirt over the back of the dark gray wingback in the corner.
“I guess so.” She places her purse down on the seat cushion, and then lifts both hands to the fastener on the side of her dress.
My pants hit the floor as her zipper hits the end of its run. Her touch drifts to her shoulders where she eases the straps off, and yet, her back still faces me. I stride toward her, my footfalls heavy enough to make her jolt to attention.
“Eyes. On. Me.”
Corinne turns, her hands over her breasts as she holds the dress to her. Tears wet her cheeks. Disappointing.
I swipe one away with my index finger. “What’s this for?”
“I …” She shrugs. “I guess I’m nervous.” She shakes her head, clearly frustrated.
“Drop it.” I flick the fabric of her dress.
She frowns, and yet her hands relax so that the garment slides to the floor. Matching lingerie. Good.
“Leave the shoes on.” I nod toward her platform heels. “Now sit your ass on the fucking bed, and make sure you spread those goddamn legs.” I hesitate and give her a moment to let the instruction sink in before I add, “By the time we’re finished, embarrassed will be the last word on your mind.”
If she’s the type to run, now is when she’ll do it.
Her heels track a slow path through the carpet to the bed; her shoulders rise and fall with the deep breath she takes.
Corinne not only gets on the bed like I damn well told her to, but the goddess spreads her legs so far apart that the only logical question is, “Were you a cheerleader in college?”
“Gymnast for eight years.” She cocks one eyebrow and wriggles from butt cheek to butt cheek to get her legs even wider.
I make it far as the edge of the bed before she stops me with her brash statement. “I’m only here because I’m on one hell of a rebound, understood?”
“You’re here because you want me to fuck you,” I correct her. “Don’t cheapen yourself by acting stupid.”
A wash of emotions flick across her face before she settles on anger. “You don’t know a goddamn thing about me.”
“We’ll see about that.” Might surprise her with a visit to work this week. I’ll see how good she is, first. “Wait there. Don’t move.”
Her brow knits, and yet she stays put while I walk out of the room and shut the door behind me.
I’ve got a job to do, and if she’s worth any more of my time she’ll have that fit little pussy still firmly planted on the bed when I return.
Let the test begin.