Grounded (Up in the Air #3)(94)

"Get your ass on the desk," he said with a grin. "I want to go down on you while you blush like that."

I glared at him, painfully embarrassed. Just the thought had me frozen to the spot in mortification.

"I'm going down on you," he told me in a stern voice, though the smile still playing around his mouth kind of ruined it. "On the desk or in the shower. I'll let you pick that much."

"Shower," I said quickly. It seemed far preferable. At least there wouldn't be a mess in the shower.

He pulled me into the bathroom, stripping us both and leaving our clothes in messy heaps on the floor.

He didn't draw it out, pushing me against the tiled wall and going to his knees in the steamy spray. He buried his face against my core, throwing my thigh over his shoulder. I gripped his hair, letting him take most of my weight as he worked his clever tongue against me. And if his tongue was clever, his fingers were brilliant. Both worked me, playing on different nerves, drawing moans out of me, and pushing me over that fine edge in swift moments. I lost all recollection of my own embarrassment under his perfect touch.

He stood, driving hard into me even as he straightened. I whimpered, waves of pleasure still rocking through me deliciously. I was a little sore, but conditioned as I was, that sore only added to the pleasure.

He kissed me hard, driving his tongue into my mouth as he drove his rampant cock into my core. I tasted myself on him-and him, all mixed with the taste of copper. It was different, but not unpleasant.

"See," he said, driving into me, pounding me into the wall, my thigh slung over his arm and pushed high. "You can still come when you're bleeding. It doesn't magically turn off your orgasm button."

I tried to give him an exasperated look, but it was hard to manage when he was fucking the sense right out of me. "I-I didn't … mmm … think … that's … "

"Your body belongs to me, Bianca, no matter the fucking time of the month," he growled against me. Only he could find a way to use my period as a way to show his possession. It was my last thought before he pounded them all right out of me, and I came again, gasping into his mouth. He kept thrusting, finally arching up high, pushing me up with the motion as he bottomed out hard. He grunted and shuddered against me, his hand sliding up into my hair as he let me see what his pleasure did to him through those turquoise depths. I loved every second of it. 

We were dried off and getting dressed before he spoke again, his back to me.

"I guess I earned my red wings." There was a smile in his voice.

I blushed down to my toes.





CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Mr. Domesticated





The issue of the sex tape still ran rampant through the headlines, but as far as James and I were concerned, it was old news. We had moved on. I took that as an encouraging sign. We were good together. We hashed things out and they were settled, instead of coming up again and again, like they seemed to in so many toxic relationships that I'd observed.

That Friday marked our last New York layover. The crew wanted to go out, of course, but James wanted to have a late lunch with his friends Parker and Sophia. I didn't see why we couldn't do both.

Sophia met us at the door to their luxury apartment, a wriggling child in her arms. I thought it was a boy, though his hair was kind of long, and his face was so pretty that it was hard to tell at a glance.

James swung the child from her arms and up onto his shoulders without a word. "This is Elliot," he told me with his most charming smile. "Elliot, this is Bianca. Say nice to meet you, Bianca."

I smiled up at the pretty boy. He had raven black hair like his father, but with his mother's adorable curls, and slate gray eyes that studied me intently. "Nishe to meet you, Banca," he said with a nod. He hugged the top of James's head, rubbing his cheek against that dark golden hair. "I mish'd you, Jamesh."

James reached up and tickled the little boy's knee. Elliot curled tighter against him, dissolving into helpless giggles.

Parker cooked for us all, which I found charming. I knew he was important in the business world, the heir to his family's lucrative business empire, but you wouldn't know it by the way he cooked for and served us all.

He and Sophia were clearly madly in love. It was something you could tell just from the way that they looked at each other. They acted like newlyweds, though they'd been married for years.

We stayed for hours, talking and playing with Elliot. James was wonderful with him, rolling around with him on the carpet like he was a child himself.

It wasn't that I didn't like kids. I thought little Elliot was to die for cute. I just didn't think that I was suited to have them myself. I had too many dark thoughts and fears about life that I didn't think normal people dealt with, and I didn't want to pass my own twisted baggage onto another generation.