by Devon Hart
My throat is parched. Why does he know his way around my suite so well?
“I’m going to fuck you hard and long.” He binds my other wrist.
Please. I want you so bad. Oh God, I’m ten steps closer to being Catalina. I writhe underneath him, testing the cuffs. I’m completely at his mercy. “How did you know?”
I get a cocky grin and then he climbs off the bed.
“Foster?”
I twist to my right so I can see what he’s doing. He walks to the fireplace. Next he takes a brass candelabra off the mantel and uses the flames to light the candles. He pads back to the bed and places it on the nightstand and turns the lamp off.
“You’re beautiful.” I can’t believe I just said it out loud, but he is. Perfect.
He smiles, staring at me. I crave his body. I want him inside me. I need to taste him. He kneels on the edge of the mattress next to me, focused on my breasts. I try to wiggle away, but it’s futile, I’m tied to the bed. His grin widens as he fingers my left nipple, tugging gently on the clamp. Pain shoots up my body, but its feels so good. “You love me, Erin.”
“No.”
He removes the clamp, replacing it with his mouth. His tongue rolls over my tip, eliciting a cry. “Foster . . .”
“You love me.”
I deny it again.
He crawls on top of me, his face flush with mine. “Admit you recognized me when I walked in your store the first day, that you wanted me inside you.” He smooths my hair off my face and feathers kisses up my neck.
“I didn’t know.”
“Yes you did.” He slants his head, beginning a slow, sweet invasion of my mouth.
No one kisses like Foster. Heat sears though me like fire and I can feel how wet I am. Every stroke of his expert tongue makes my pussy pulse. He tenderly cups my face between both hands.
“I love you, Erin.”
Words I’ve always wanted to hear. Trusting him with my body is one thing; opening my heart to him is dangerous. But knowing he loves me changes everything.
“Tell me . . .”
I’m not ready to surrender my heart. “Please . . .”
“Erin.” He bites my shoulder and thrusts his fingers inside me. He plunges deep and I buck my hips against his hand. “I love your pussy.”
I snap my eyes shut, trying to lose myself in the moment. When his finger teases my other entrance, my ass comes off the bed.
“Relax, baby.” He massages gently, his fingers easing in and out of me. “Are you ready?” He nips the tip of my nose. “You’ll never know how much I want you, Erin. You’re so beautiful, so fucking pure.”
After he aligns his cock at my opening, the severity of what I’m about to do hits me. “Untie my hands,” I cry. I want to hug him close, feel his body.
He frees me, then melts my heart with a delicious kiss. My core is begging for deep penetration and I stretch my arms to grab ahold of his ass. I squeeze hard and snap my hips, silently urging him to take me.
“Fuck, Erin.” He moans. “Beg me.”
“Make love to me, Foster. Please.”
He slips slowly inside me, pausing every few seconds. A mild burning sensation starts to spread up my belly, but it’s offset by the pleasurable feeling of Foster stretching and filling me at the same time. I try to relax, but my legs start to shake uncontrollably.
Foster freezes. “Tell me you’re okay, I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice is laced with deep concern.
Why is he being so gentle? “Don’t hold back, I want this as much as you do.” I want him to love me, but I also want him to fuck me.
He frowns. “I know all your secrets, Erin.”
“And you still want me?” Obviously we’re both referring to my virginity but unwilling to say it out loud.
He shakes his head and slams into me. I scream, shocked and amazed by his invasion. My whole body vibrates, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever imagined. He rocks slowly at first, kissing and stroking my face, biting and caressing my breasts. I do everything I can to hold it together, but I’m too panicked to move, nervous I’ll do something wrong.
“Do you feel that?” He rotates his hips. “We’re a perfect fit.”
I’m filled to capacity. He’s so big and hard. I nod silently, hoping that satisfies his need for confirmation. He pulls out a few inches, then glides back in. I gasp in utter pleasure as he repeats it over and over again. I melt into the mattress, lost, forever his.
Foster
The bliss on her face turns me on more than anything. Every so often her eyes flutter shut and I struggle to maintain a gentle rhythm. She’s mine now. Erin saved herself for me. It’s something I’ve struggled to accept. But now that I’m inside her, I know how sacred it really is to be her only lover.
I snap my hips harder and she screams my name. I plunge my hands into her long hair and devour her hot mouth. She writhes and moans beneath me, her fingernails digging into my back.
“Foster.”
I lift my head, meeting her gaze.
“I love you,” she whispers.
Those words cut through me like a jagged knife. My heart explodes and I can’t contain the passion. I pull out and flip her over, desperate to get her on her knees. I wrap my arm around her waist and slam into her.
“Fuck yes!” she screams. The shock in her voice spurs me on and I slam into her again and again.
“I love your tight little pussy, Erin.” I grip her hips tighter and thrust harder.
She yells again.
I take shorter strokes now, then jerk violently. “This is what my love feels like, Erin.” I hit her again with a merciless thrust and that’s all she can handle, her inner muscles contract and we’re both gone.
Minutes later, I pull her on top of me, her head resting on my chest. “Eight years,” I whisper.
“Eight,” she repeats.
A fucking lifetime. And if Thomas Kingsley thinks he’s going to marry her, my Erin, I’ll rip him apart. Nothing will ever separate us again, not as long as there’s breath in my body. After an hour, she lifts her head. “I don’t regret what we just did, Foster. But you lied—tricked me into believing you were someone else. And before we go home, I expect some answers.”
I tilt her chin and our gazes meet. “Or?”
“I may never talk to you again.”
I’m not sure if she’s just trying to prove a point. “What about the I love you part?”
“It’s true. But the lies . . .”
“There’s nothing to hide,” I assure her. “Transparency is my middle name.”
“Right.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’m serious, Erin. We’re together now.”
“In bed.”
“What?” I sit up, cradling her in my arms still.
“Sex doesn’t wipe the slate clean. I need to know why we’re in a private sex club. Why aren’t we in your bed or at my house?”
I knew this would happen eventually. She’s right of course. If she requires full disclosure to feel better, I’ll do my best. “I sent the invitation, Erin. Decided there was no other way to get you in my arms.”
She wiggles out of my grasp and puts some distance between us. “B-But Katie . . .”
“We’ve been friends for years.”
“What?”
I shrug. “Does it make any difference who the invitation came from?”
“Yeah, it does.” She stands, folding her arms over her chest. “But I need a few minutes to clear my head before we continue discussing things.”
I watch as she stalks to the bathroom and closes the door. I hear the lock click. Think Wagner, if you don’t convince her this wasn’t just about sex, she’ll leave you in the dust forever. I let my own selfish motives get i
n the way of Erin’s feelings and now I have to face the consequences.
I roll out of bed, then knock on the bathroom door. “Come out, baby.”
She doesn’t answer.
Pretty sure this is going to take a while. I cross the room in search of a shot of whiskey. I’ve waited this long to get Erin back, what’s a few more minutes? I glance at the bathroom door, knowing the answer. It matters, my whole future is at stake.
Tempted by Forever: Secret Invitation Part Two coming soon.