yourself off, sweetheart,” he gritted.
Feeling her reach to work her clit, knowing she was working it hard by the way her channel responded, her release still blindsided him and she shuddered with the intensity of it, taking him with her. Setting his teeth in the point of her shoulder he groaned through the pleasure. The fine links of the chain she wore caught in the stubble on his jaw and he vaguely wondered about the significance of that stylized C.
Pulling out to deal with the condom, he watched as she burrowed into the bedding, snuffling into her pillow. He drifted the sheet over her cooling body; she was out like a light. It felt strange to be smiling as he cleaned up in the bathroom , then returned to take the side of the bed he usually slept on. Bonus.
Lying beside the woman who just rocked his world, Dean forced himself to stay awake. Amy breathed sonorously, clearly exhausted. He’d lost track of how many times he got her off, after the hard , urgent fuck as soon as he crossed the threshold. He delighted in her responsiveness, the resilient strength of her incredible body. Rarely did he sleep with the women he hooked up with unless he was inclined for more in the morning. After the past twenty-four hours he doubted he’d have any inclination for sex in the morning, probably not until the afternoon, but he wasn’t going anywhere. He rolled to spoon against the satiny feel of Amy, his cock daring to make a distant, lewd objection about waiting until the afternoon.
****
“Are you going to tell me what you do?” Amy bit into a piece of toast, the tip of her pink tongue flicking out to snag the tiny bead of jam from the corner of her mouth. Dean wanted to feel that tongue anywhere on his body again in the very near future.
“I own a variety of businesses around the city. I own some of them as sole proprietorship, some as part owner. I’m a silent partner in others. I don’t run any of them. I have people for that.”
“Uh huh.” She hopped up to get the coffee pot, topping his cup without asking. It felt domestic, although how he even recognized that feeling… But she was giving him a look he recognized as disbelief.
“What?”
“And you hold court with … who? Other investors? Your partners? They looked like muscle to me, the ones at the club.”
Fuck. He knew she was smart and didn’t miss anything. He answered a question with a request. “Tell me what you do.”
“I thought I had. I design and build websites, monitor them. I have a small client base, enough to pay the bills.”
“You have a considerable chunk in savings and investments too, sweetheart.”
Her cup crashed to the counter and her eyes narrowed on him, the pure violet darkening to gentian. “Have you done a background check on me?”
There was no sense in sugar coating it. “Had Randy do it when I decided to come over yesterday. He’s my right hand man.”
The ominous silence was abruptly broken. “And whatever it is you do, you need to know who you’re fucking?”
“No, Amy. I need to know who I’m spending more than one night with. Don’t push me.”
She worked a hand through her mass of hair and sighed. “I got money from a settlement. From my life back in Vegas. He settled out of court.”
Dean’s chest constricted. Amy’s voice had softened, becoming distant. He recognized a defence mechanism. “Randy didn’t say anything about a settlement.”
Shrugging, the movement causing her breasts to shift under her pink robe, she answered. “The record is sealed. I signed a non-disclosure. Rich boys with rich fathers can get away with murder. Didn’t get that far, lucky for me.”
Fuck. His vision darkened and narrowed, fists clenching. He hardly recognized his voice. “Who?’
“Can’t tell you. I’ll get sued and as you know from having Randy check on me, I don’t have much more than my car, the nest egg and the income from my web design business. I rent this place.”
“You can tell me who he is,
Feeling her reach to work her clit, knowing she was working it hard by the way her channel responded, her release still blindsided him and she shuddered with the intensity of it, taking him with her. Setting his teeth in the point of her shoulder he groaned through the pleasure. The fine links of the chain she wore caught in the stubble on his jaw and he vaguely wondered about the significance of that stylized C.
Pulling out to deal with the condom, he watched as she burrowed into the bedding, snuffling into her pillow. He drifted the sheet over her cooling body; she was out like a light. It felt strange to be smiling as he cleaned up in the bathroom , then returned to take the side of the bed he usually slept on. Bonus.
Lying beside the woman who just rocked his world, Dean forced himself to stay awake. Amy breathed sonorously, clearly exhausted. He’d lost track of how many times he got her off, after the hard , urgent fuck as soon as he crossed the threshold. He delighted in her responsiveness, the resilient strength of her incredible body. Rarely did he sleep with the women he hooked up with unless he was inclined for more in the morning. After the past twenty-four hours he doubted he’d have any inclination for sex in the morning, probably not until the afternoon, but he wasn’t going anywhere. He rolled to spoon against the satiny feel of Amy, his cock daring to make a distant, lewd objection about waiting until the afternoon.
****
“Are you going to tell me what you do?” Amy bit into a piece of toast, the tip of her pink tongue flicking out to snag the tiny bead of jam from the corner of her mouth. Dean wanted to feel that tongue anywhere on his body again in the very near future.
“I own a variety of businesses around the city. I own some of them as sole proprietorship, some as part owner. I’m a silent partner in others. I don’t run any of them. I have people for that.”
“Uh huh.” She hopped up to get the coffee pot, topping his cup without asking. It felt domestic, although how he even recognized that feeling… But she was giving him a look he recognized as disbelief.
“What?”
“And you hold court with … who? Other investors? Your partners? They looked like muscle to me, the ones at the club.”
Fuck. He knew she was smart and didn’t miss anything. He answered a question with a request. “Tell me what you do.”
“I thought I had. I design and build websites, monitor them. I have a small client base, enough to pay the bills.”
“You have a considerable chunk in savings and investments too, sweetheart.”
Her cup crashed to the counter and her eyes narrowed on him, the pure violet darkening to gentian. “Have you done a background check on me?”
There was no sense in sugar coating it. “Had Randy do it when I decided to come over yesterday. He’s my right hand man.”
The ominous silence was abruptly broken. “And whatever it is you do, you need to know who you’re fucking?”
“No, Amy. I need to know who I’m spending more than one night with. Don’t push me.”
She worked a hand through her mass of hair and sighed. “I got money from a settlement. From my life back in Vegas. He settled out of court.”
Dean’s chest constricted. Amy’s voice had softened, becoming distant. He recognized a defence mechanism. “Randy didn’t say anything about a settlement.”
Shrugging, the movement causing her breasts to shift under her pink robe, she answered. “The record is sealed. I signed a non-disclosure. Rich boys with rich fathers can get away with murder. Didn’t get that far, lucky for me.”
Fuck. His vision darkened and narrowed, fists clenching. He hardly recognized his voice. “Who?’
“Can’t tell you. I’ll get sued and as you know from having Randy check on me, I don’t have much more than my car, the nest egg and the income from my web design business. I rent this place.”
“You can tell me who he is,
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