for him to finish whatever he was about to say, but he doesn’t. “Listen, I like Charlie because he’s nice to me—even if he isn’t so nice to you—but that’s all.” I can’t be rational and divulge the truth to Belmont at the same time, which is, I can never be into anyone else but him at this juncture.
After a long moment of silence, he nods, accepting my explanation. “I’ll make us coffee then. I’ll make it strong. I don’t want you falling asleep on me when we go back upstairs.” He shows me his naughty-boy smirk.
“Yeah… I was thinking about later.” I keep my eyes glued to my plate. If I look at him, I might lose my willpower. “I have to do some work today.”
What we did upstairs was an epic mistake. I’ve never had sex with anyone I didn’t love, and I couldn’t be in love with Belmont so fast. I certainly like him a lot—an awful, awful lot. He’s charming, sexy, and seems to adore me for some strange reason. He knows nothing about me really, and vice versa. Maybe he’s a psycho. They always charm women in the beginning. He can’t be looking to empty my bank account because he’s far richer than I am. Our entire encounter is weird. It almost feels like a set-up, a practical joke.
I hop off the stool, determined to go upstairs, retrieve my purse, and head out. “I can see you later tonight though. Maybe you can take me to dinner or something?” I beam at him.
Oh shoot, here he comes. Before I’m able to step back to avoid his embrace, he takes me in his arms.
“Hey…” He lowers his face to look me in the eyes, and my eyes can’t avoid his. “If you don’t want to stay in bed, that’s fine. I got greedy. You want to call a cab to take you around the island? I’ll pay for it.”
“Why are you coming on so strong?” I ask. “I don’t understand.”
“Because you’re the one, Daisy,” he says bluntly. “I know it even if you don’t.”
“I’ve seen scenarios like this on TV. Are you a rich guy looking to lure a wife, put a life insurance policy on me, and…?” I use two fingers to slice the air in front of my neck.
Belmont’s hazel eyes brighten as he laughs out loud, but I don’t laugh with him. I’m dead serious—no pun intended.
“No,” he answers as if he’s talking to a crazy person. “And if I had those plans, do you think I would tell you?”
My eyes expand with horror. “Wrong answer.”
He squeezes me tighter. By the feel of things, he’s ready to have sex again. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispers hoarsely.
My mouth is caught open, giving his tongue space to slip right in there. My lips feel softer lodged between his, and then we taste each other with gentle, warm tongues. He’s expertly leading the dance of this kiss. The longer we do this, the more we can’t stop. I whimper and sigh. I feel as if I’m floating on air.
Maybe Belmont’s right. We are meant to be. We certainly have intense sexual chemistry. Or, as Charlie suggested, maybe he’s just good at this.
“Hey,” I breathe as I force my lips to part from his.
“What? Do you want to stay in? We can do this and only this. I can make out with you all day and all night long.”
My head is spinning. I want to take him up on his offer, but instead I keep my focus. “No, that’s not it. It’s just that Charlie asked me to ask you why you’re so good at ‘f’ing’ me?”
“What’s ‘f’ing’?” He’s amused by my word choice.
“You know…” I imply, lifting my eyebrows.
“No, I don’t.” He’s feigning ignorance. “Do you mean this?” He grabs my rear end and shoves me into his healthy lump.
“Yes,” I sigh. My eyes are closed. He hasn’t stopped rubbing me against him. He’s making me feel something.
“Because I know a woman’s body better than my own. See…” He shifts me against his bulge once and then twice until he shoves me harder, holding me steady. He doesn’t ease the tension. My eyes are closed as
After a long moment of silence, he nods, accepting my explanation. “I’ll make us coffee then. I’ll make it strong. I don’t want you falling asleep on me when we go back upstairs.” He shows me his naughty-boy smirk.
“Yeah… I was thinking about later.” I keep my eyes glued to my plate. If I look at him, I might lose my willpower. “I have to do some work today.”
What we did upstairs was an epic mistake. I’ve never had sex with anyone I didn’t love, and I couldn’t be in love with Belmont so fast. I certainly like him a lot—an awful, awful lot. He’s charming, sexy, and seems to adore me for some strange reason. He knows nothing about me really, and vice versa. Maybe he’s a psycho. They always charm women in the beginning. He can’t be looking to empty my bank account because he’s far richer than I am. Our entire encounter is weird. It almost feels like a set-up, a practical joke.
I hop off the stool, determined to go upstairs, retrieve my purse, and head out. “I can see you later tonight though. Maybe you can take me to dinner or something?” I beam at him.
Oh shoot, here he comes. Before I’m able to step back to avoid his embrace, he takes me in his arms.
“Hey…” He lowers his face to look me in the eyes, and my eyes can’t avoid his. “If you don’t want to stay in bed, that’s fine. I got greedy. You want to call a cab to take you around the island? I’ll pay for it.”
“Why are you coming on so strong?” I ask. “I don’t understand.”
“Because you’re the one, Daisy,” he says bluntly. “I know it even if you don’t.”
“I’ve seen scenarios like this on TV. Are you a rich guy looking to lure a wife, put a life insurance policy on me, and…?” I use two fingers to slice the air in front of my neck.
Belmont’s hazel eyes brighten as he laughs out loud, but I don’t laugh with him. I’m dead serious—no pun intended.
“No,” he answers as if he’s talking to a crazy person. “And if I had those plans, do you think I would tell you?”
My eyes expand with horror. “Wrong answer.”
He squeezes me tighter. By the feel of things, he’s ready to have sex again. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispers hoarsely.
My mouth is caught open, giving his tongue space to slip right in there. My lips feel softer lodged between his, and then we taste each other with gentle, warm tongues. He’s expertly leading the dance of this kiss. The longer we do this, the more we can’t stop. I whimper and sigh. I feel as if I’m floating on air.
Maybe Belmont’s right. We are meant to be. We certainly have intense sexual chemistry. Or, as Charlie suggested, maybe he’s just good at this.
“Hey,” I breathe as I force my lips to part from his.
“What? Do you want to stay in? We can do this and only this. I can make out with you all day and all night long.”
My head is spinning. I want to take him up on his offer, but instead I keep my focus. “No, that’s not it. It’s just that Charlie asked me to ask you why you’re so good at ‘f’ing’ me?”
“What’s ‘f’ing’?” He’s amused by my word choice.
“You know…” I imply, lifting my eyebrows.
“No, I don’t.” He’s feigning ignorance. “Do you mean this?” He grabs my rear end and shoves me into his healthy lump.
“Yes,” I sigh. My eyes are closed. He hasn’t stopped rubbing me against him. He’s making me feel something.
“Because I know a woman’s body better than my own. See…” He shifts me against his bulge once and then twice until he shoves me harder, holding me steady. He doesn’t ease the tension. My eyes are closed as
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