Lara.
The woman who’d make the big decisions about Zaine’s proposal. Shit.
Red-hot anger flowed in her veins, but Monique didn’t make a peep. She remained rooted to the marble floor, overwhelmed by their voices and chuckles. Why were they so mean? She knew about Paula’s credit card debts that amounted to hundreds of thousands of dollars, but Monique had never told a soul. If she wanted to dig her way into bankruptcy, that was her problem. Monique doubted even her husband knew.
“I mean, I get it. He’s separated and wants to feel good about himself, then went for a younger woman. But why bring her to this event?” Lara said.
The other woman snickered. “She’s probably good in bed.”
“Really, Sophie, don’t you have any filter?” she asked, and produced a nude-colored lipstick from her small clutch and re-applied it, focused on the task, looking at her reflection in the mirror.
“I’m just saying… French women aren’t known for only their slim bodies. She obviously does things to hook him.”
“Zaine’s a smart guy. I like him. I heard from Paula Benton that his wife ended the marriage, and he was so heartbroken. This young woman is probably some rebound romance,” Lara said matter-of-factly. “Nice looking, but let’s face it, it’ll never work out.”
Monique covered her mouth, wrestling to remain calm and collected. Their words stung, and a hot sensation that had nothing do with sex or attraction moved through her, like she was about to part with the delicious canapés she’d just eaten.
Rebound romance.
Could she even deny it? He’d been honest from the start, and she’d agreed to it, receiving the money he so generously offered. Now… She rested her head against the metal door, closing her eyes and hoping to find her ground. Why did it matter now?
“She won’t last long,” Sophie said.
“Do they ever?”
They chuckled and left together.
Only when the door closed did Monique leave her stall, slamming the door behind her. She turned on the tap, running cold water on her hands and blinking back the tears burning in the corners of her eyes.
No. If she cried, that’d ruin her makeup, and Zaine would suspect something when he saw her with puffy red eyes. I can’t tell him about this. Just a little while ago, he’d been over the moon about nailing a lunch meeting with Lara. In a matter of time, Monique would be out of his life, but his career, the memory of his brother, would last forever.
She took a couple of deep breaths, sucking air then letting it out, working on relaxing. Right now, she had to forget about her pride and pretend she hadn’t heard anything. If she caused a rift between Zaine and Lara, she wouldn’t forgive herself.
She walked out of the restroom, determined to not let what she’d overheard ruin her evening. She’d sob after the affair ended, but until then, she’d enjoy every remaining part of it.
“Alone at last,” he said, closing the door behind them.
She removed her shoes and put them by the sofa. The suite was ginormous, with a nice living area and tall French doors that led to the small but quaint terrace overlooking the ocean. The full moon cast shadows over the carpet.
He shortened the gap between them with a few steps and pulled her into his arms. She tugged at his tie, creasing his suit, not caring for a second about anything other than keeping him close.
“Everyone was impressed tonight,” he whispered in her ear.
She wanted to shout she doubted that a whole lot based on what had happened in the bathroom, not that she cared as far as her life was concerned. She jerked back to look at him and saw pride flickering in his eyes, and decided to stay quiet. Man, he believed his words—and he cared about what people thought of her, obviously.
“The only thing I care about is how you feel about me,” she said.
“You impress me in every possible way,” he said, removing his jacket and tossing it on a chair behind them. “You’re one of the most genuine women I’ve ever met, and certainly the hottest.”
A jolt of arousal bolted through her. She dove back into his embrace, fumbling to open the buttons of his shirt. Mon Dieu. He lowered his lips to hers, and she opened her mouth to welcome his tongue. The contact brought a sizzling need down her body, arrowing all the way down to her clit, making it swell and throb.
She made quick work of removing his shirt and squeezed his shoulders, feeling them tighten under her touch. Oh, how she loved his amazingly strong, undeniable maleness, the hard ridges of his body, the way his taut muscles shifted as he moved. As a child, she’d visited museums, many of them during their highly discounted or free days. She’d seen statues of powerful men made immortal by world-renowned sculptors, and shit, none of them held a candle to Zaine Cavanaugh.
“I saw the lube in your makeup bag,” he said, an edge in his voice. “Do you want to continue our exploration?”
She chuckled. “I didn’t know you searched my bag.”
“Didn’t mean to. It was half open, and I couldn’t find the toothpaste this morning.”
She kissed his thick neck. “Suuuuure.”
He swatted her ass, and even through the fabric, the warmth of his hand seeped through her skin. Her nipples hardened instantly, as if they’d been pinched. A moan flew from her lips and she leaned into him for support.
“Bringing the lube was supposed to be a surprise and I won’t be talked into using it until I’m ready.”
“Fair enough,” he said, kneading her ass, driving her insane with desire. “I’ll look forward to it. Does the surprise include using this?” he asked, squeezing her ass cheek then pulling her close, his hard-on rubbing her belly.
She gasped, air dissipating from her lungs. She inhaled a shallow breath, the idea of his cock penetrating her ass turning her on, making her pussy hot and wet. “It might. If you’re up for it, of course,” she said, sliding her hand down to his chest, caressing the hair dusting it, then tugging on it until his groan sliced the air. “You need to earn ass fucking.”
“Wouldn’t do it otherwise.” He nipped on her earlobe, causing a million nerve endings to sizzle with an awareness that flowed from the top of her head all the way to her toes. She squirmed, rubbing herself on him, so eager for more. Eager for him.
When he withdrew, she moaned in protest, physical pain replacing the warmth and hotness he evoked. He grinned, probably knowing what he did to her, and she was too turned on to save face. She needed him to fuck her, to feel his big dick filling her until he could no longer breathe.
She reached for the back of her gown to undo the zipper, and he watched her, fire burning in his eyes. He had never looked so focused—the muscle in his jaw pulsed, his lips thinned into a closed smile. She could feel the tension radiating from him, like a wild beast who’d found its next meal.
And she wanted to be his meal. Now and forever.
Forever? Her heart hammered in her chest. The word rang in her ear, but she shook it off. Sex did crazy things, and this was one of them—maddening confusion.
When the gown pooled at her feet, he led her to the balcony. Tall brushes covered each side, giving them some privacy as the enormous moon and the endless ocean greeted them. Besides the hotel lights twinkling below, the night was dark, seductive, and filled with promise.
“Hold on to the edge,” he demanded, pointing at the half wall.
Naked except for her red lace underwear, she nodded. The air whispered on her like a kiss, causing goose bumps to rise on her arms and legs. She contracted her stomach. This is crazy. And good. So, so good.
She splayed her hands on the surface, and he thrust his fingers into her hair, tugging at it until she exposed her neck. He licked her earlobe, the tip of his tongue tracing along her sensitive flesh. She felt wetness coating her folds, her thighs getting sticky.
She tried to move away, but he pulled her hair a bit, causing another wave of excitement to zip through her. “What are you doing?” she asked, knowing full well he used their strong p
ull toward each other in all sorts of naughty ways.
“I’m earning that ass fucking.”
“It won’t happen tonight.”
“That’s what makes it so much fun.”
He nipped at her ear, and she moaned, not giving a fuck if anyone heard her. Besides sounds from far away, she didn’t hear anything from the adjoining rooms. His upgraded suite must allow them some kind of extra privacy other guests didn’t have.
With his other hand, he touched the side of her body, moving into her panties fast. She bucked into him, and just then realized how long she’d been waiting for his intimate touch. He thrust three fingers into her pussy without any foreplay, and she bit hard on her lip, loving how well he knew her.
“Damn, you’re soaking wet.”
She took her hands off the wall and reached behind her, desperate to touch his cock, already feeling it pulsating against her underwear. Somewhere along the way, he must have lost his pants and boxer briefs.
He pinched her clit, and a shot of pleasure claimed her. “Hands on the wall, otherwise I’ll stop.”
“That’s not fair,” she said.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
Like her life depended on it. “Yes.”
“So be a good girl and put your hands where I told you.”
“What if I’m a bad girl?” she asked, rolling her hips so they teased his cock.
He smacked her ass, harder than the first time, and she almost jumped in surprise. “You’re already a bad girl. But I’m showing you how to be good.”
Good is overrated.
He placed her hands on the half wall again. “Be good for me, baby. Trust me, you’ll love the outcome.”
“Fine,” she said, and placed both hands on their original spot. Her body trembled, and he began to thrust his fingers deeper into her, curling them on her G-spot as his mouth sank in the curve of her neck and nipped it.
Not being able to touch him added to the frustration, but also… She closed her eyes, the liberation from letting him do all the work dawning on her. He teased her clit with his thumb, while his fingers explored her folds, played with them, then plunged into her cunt so deep she could no longer hold it.
She let out a small growl, a sound so raw and primitive it could belong to a wild animal. She rocked her sex into his fingers, riding his hand, as currents of pleasure rode her, claimed her, possessed her.
When she stopped trembling, her hands still on the rough surface, he kissed the top of her head.
“You may take them off now.”
She exhaled loudly, flexing and un-flexing her fingers. Her wrists cramped a bit, but she’d do it all over again. She’d trusted him and he’d been right. What else could he be right about?
“Wanna know the best part? This is only the beginning.”
Chapter Eleven
Zaine turned her around, loving how soft and warm she felt. Her head bobbed forward, and he imagined she was still experiencing the aftermath of a powerful orgasm. He hooked his arms under her legs, lifted her, and carried her to the immense bed.
He’d been meaning to ask her about the tube of lube he’d accidentally found. When she implied ass play was on her mind, he almost got down on his knees and prayed. Shit. This woman was sexy, adventurous, and wanted to give him her ass. Ever since she’d let him play with her hole, he’d been thinking about going all the way, but decided not to ask yet. Ashley had never enjoyed it, as so many women didn’t. Yet his dirty French maid…
His pulse raced. This woman would put him in his grave with her antics. From the moment he found her playing with herself in his bed, he should have known. No other woman had ever rattled him like Monique Drummond.
“Hmmm…” she hummed, and he eased her on the mattress.
A flush stained her cheeks and neck, and he couldn’t resist, lowering himself on top of her for a kiss. She nipped his lip, grazing her teeth over his mouth. His blood rushed down to his cock so fast, it dizzied him a little. The underside veins of his rod pounded hot and thick, and his whole being begged for release.
She still had her bra on, for fuck’s sake.
He reached for her back and unclasped it, making her arch toward him and intensify the kiss even more. When he managed to remove the bra completely, he threw it to the side and quickly cupped her full breasts.
Unable to resist, he withdrew his lips from hers, tracing a path of kisses along her graceful neck and the valley between her breasts, until he caught one of them in his mouth.
Greedily, he sucked it, loving the smoothness of her skin, while cupping the other one. She wrapped her legs around his torso, locking into that dangerous position where the tip of his cock pressed into her sweet cunt. He pinched her nipple, earning a moan, while licking her aureole, making a circular pattern around it.
She clasped her thighs harder, making it almost impossible for him not to plunge inside. Their quiet tug-of-war continued for a few more minutes, with him switching tits to make sure the other one wouldn’t be neglected. She thrust her fingers into his hair, pulling him close. The sounds from her lips only encouraged him to continue the provocation, but pre-cum bubbled at the tip of his cock, and he’d much prefer to come completely inside her than not.
“Zaine, please fuck me, otherwise I’ll do it myself.”
“Like you did on my bed when I found you,” he said, and that first time he’d seen her semi-naked in his bed seemed like ages ago.
“Yes. I’m so close, babe. Please…”
He loved when she begged, for it reminded him that she needed him. Needed his dick, needed the pounding, needed his cum filling her snatch. This wasn’t about the money he gave her each month, or the deal he’d callously proposed to suit his own agenda. She wanted the fucking as much as he did.
He shifted his position slightly, and when he parted her folds, a generous amount of her pearly essence greeted him. He couldn’t pass it up; he loved her sweet, tangy taste and how her flesh trembled in his mouth, how her clit vibrated against his tongue. Her cunt was his for the taking, and he’d prove it to her.
Ravenous, he lowered himself on her body, kissing every inch he encountered until he faced her glistening pussy. He moved her to the edge of the bed, planting her feet apart. She whimpered, moving her legs, but he pinned them into place, and silenced her by licking her inner thighs. That did it.
He felt her sharp intake of breath, the way she pulled at the bedspread, probably clutching it.
“Zaine, you’re killing me.”
He hooked his hands under her ass, lifting her off the bed to indulge in her slick heat. Her scent of aroused female swirled around, and he inhaled it, entranced. When he lapped at her folds, she mellowed, the warning sign that she was close. He’d come to know the intensity of her moans and what they meant. This particular sound gave away her urgency, which he appreciated.
He continued to suck her pussy, reveling in that addictive flavor. He flicked her clit with his thumb and kept sucking her, and within seconds, she exploded, creaming on his face, her limbs quivering, her whole body in a state of unrest.
He licked her some more, feasting on her juices. When he lifted himself off her, she propped herself on her elbows and scooted to the middle of the bed.
“You’re definitely earning a reward,” she said.
“Oh, that wasn’t for you. That was for me.”
“You’re all right, Zaine. You’re all right.”
A smiled appeared on his face. A glint of mischief lit up her eyes, and his cock jutted out, the sign he needed to know he was still alive and hadn’t died from blue balls syndrome.
Her gaze slid from his eyes to his shoulders and his chest. When she saw his dick, her eyebrows reached her hairline. She glanced at him again, licking her lips. “You’re ready.”
He shoved his dick inside her, and had to hold onto every thread of control not to bust out immediately. Holy fuck, she felt too good. Her inner muscles clenched him, and he looked down at her.
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p; She’s stunning. Warm sensations enveloped him like an electric blanket. Her eyes were big, glossy with pleasure…pleasure he’d given her. Sweat slicked her pretty face, and her flushed cheeks dimpled when she smiled. Monique had brought him back from the dead, but he didn’t know he’d been there until she came into his life.
He thrust in and out of her, his balls slapping her thighs, his heart hammering in his chest. Three more times, until she screamed his name, and he released himself inside her.
He’d never felt like this before, never experienced this burst of hot energy whenever he was around a woman. He’d been in love before, but Monique was a straight-up obsession.
He rolled on the bed and took her with him, her legs entangled with his, her head on his chest. He caressed her hair, gloriously disheveled, and she hummed into him. He kissed the top of her head. “Thanks.”
“If anyone should be thankful, that’d be me.”
He clasped her into his arms. “Nice way to look at it, but I’m glad you came to Honolulu with me.”
She moved on top of him, then propped herself on her elbows and rested her chin on the back of her hand. “And miss out on running into Paula in the elevator? Never,” she said, her voice playful.
“Yeah, that sure wasn’t the highlight of our trip. Still. I don’t come to Hawaii a lot anymore…which is funny because that was one of the first places I wanted to visit once I started making money,” he said, remembering how many times he’d asked Ashley to go with him. She favored mountains over beaches, so whenever they vacationed, they went to the Swiss Alps or to a cabin in Canada. Maybe Colorado.
She ruffled his hair, bringing him back to the present. “Are you ready for the lunch tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Good. You need to go there and kick some ass. I saw the look in your sister’s eyes when you mentioned the hospital wing. Were all of you always so close?”
“Yes, especially after my father died. It was so sudden, we had no option but to rally together and keep going for Mom. She was in a bad place for a while.”
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