“I don’t know. I got paid just like everyone else. Every two weeks, there’s a deposit in my checking account. I do all right. I made around $75,000 last year. I can’t complain. When I was teaching, I was lucky to break $35,000.”
Sean’s stomach lurched. “Abigail, if these figures are wrong—which, with just my quick calculations they are—you’re worth over a million dollars.”
She stuck the tines of her fork in the salad. “No, I’m not. I would’ve known if I was worth that kind of money. We have back orders out the wazoo, but there’s no way I’ve made that much money.”
He set the pen on the notepad. “Look at this.” She leaned next to him, and the smell of vanilla warmed his nose. “Abigail, I’m serious. Your accountant made some moderately sound investments. A few of them paid off. We need to redirect those funds, but yeah…you’re worth over a million.”
The way she dabbed the napkin against her mouth made him want to shake her. The woman was rich, and all she worried about was sliding another piece of steak in her mouth. The pink tip of her tongue darted out to lick the steak sauce from her lips. He adjusted in the chair. Okay, so maybe the money really wasn’t such a big deal at the moment. How would she take him? Could she swallow his cock down, maybe tease him and lick around the head? Either way, he didn’t want to wait another second to find out.
“Do that again.”
She blinked her pretty lashes. Then blinked again. “Huh?”
Everything felt too close. He shoved the plate and reached down to grab the leg of her chair. “Jesus, lick your lips.” She squealed when he tugged the chair. “Fuck, lick mine.”
The damp waves of her hair threaded between his fingers before he could stop himself. He tugged. She melted. He wanted to be soft for her, patient, but it was too hard. Two soft mounds pressed against his chest. The sensation forced his cock to stretch against his leg. Damn, he had the sexiest woman alive in his arms.
“S-Sean, I thought we—”
“Give me your mouth.” When she started to smile, he slipped his tongue inside the warm cavern of her mouth. No time to let her run; he gently tugged on her hair to pull her closer. “Fuck, baby. I love this.” The way her hip fit in his hand felt perfect. He squeezed the thick flesh and prayed he wasn’t being too rough. She moaned.
The playful tip of her tongue darted inside his mouth. He wanted to devour it, eat her body up, and never let go. Instead, he leaned back to catch his breath. The plan had been to take things slow. No, it wasn’t, you dumbass. The plan was to let her down gently, to be friends. “Get up here.” New plan. The way her chest panted made her tits bounce just right. He would eat those next.
“On the table?” she asked. She explored his collarbone with her soft fingertips. “You want me to get on the table?”
The caress shot a tickle through his chest and straight-lined to his dick. “I want to eat your pussy.” He pulled her up and guided her in front of him.
“Sean! I don’t know if we should do this. I mean, you just decided I wasn’t a total bitch, and now you want to…well, you want to…”
He didn’t mean to growl, but if she didn’t shut up, he was going to go crazy. “Either I’m going to fuck your pussy with my dick or my tongue. Take your pick.” God, he hoped she’d let him taste her first.
He watched the somber expression in her eyes melt. “Tongue.”
Thank God! I promise I’ll never hit anything ever again.
Sean unzipped her jean shorts and pulled them over her hips. He loved that she’d put on a pair of pretty white panties. The bright yellow flowers on them danced over her hips and lower stomach. He pulled on her hands. The death grip she had on her T-shirt kept him from getting a better look at her stomach. The scars were there. He knew it. She knew it. For now, he’d let her keep her secrets. Soon enough she’d tell him everything.
“Turn around and bend over for me. I want to watch you take these off.” She hesitated and finally turned around. “You look so beautiful, baby. I can’t wait to see the rest of you. Now pull them down. Wait, slowly. Don’t go so fast. Bend over more.”
The head of his dick throbbed. He unzipped his shorts and tugged down his underwear. The thick shaft sprang free, reaching toward the round ass bent over in front of him. Damn, she looked good. The firm flesh jiggled just right as she tried to pull her panties off her feet. “God, Abigail, you’re so beautiful.”
“Can I turn around now?”
“No.” He scooted closer and pressed his palm against her lower back. “Lean over the table.” When she tried to turn around, he pushed harder against her back. “Down.”