So many questions swirled around his head, threatening to unleash the ugly, jealous beast inside him. Chris got out of his car and waited. Her friends stared at him a few minutes before Erica walked out. Ben grabbed her arm, twirling her around to face him. Fisting his hand at his side, Chris watched the other man talk to her. He wished he could hear what the other guy was saying.
Folding his arms over his chest he observed them. She nodded her head but ducked away when he went to kiss her. Chris couldn’t contain the smirk that came from him.
Fuck you. Erica is mine.
She walked over to him with her head bowed down. He opened the door, helping her inside.
“Can we leave, please?” she said. He shut the door, going round to his own side. The desire to give Ben the finger was strong, but he kept the desire down.
“Doesn’t your boyfriend like you going on a dinner date?” he asked.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” She stared out of the window.
“That was fast. In the space of a day he’s gone from being your boyfriend to not being.” Happiness sprang up inside him.
“I lied. I didn’t want you thinking I was pining after you. You’ve already got the world’s biggest ego. I’m not going to add to it.”
Chris had nothing to say in response. He probably would have felt she hadn’t gotten over him.
She looked sensational with her blonde hair curled around her shoulders. The length was something he always enjoyed gazing at. She wore a plain white summer dress that emphasised her large breasts and full hips. Her waist looked small but evenly proportioned with the rest of her body. His grip tightened on the steering wheel as the urge to touch her grew inside him.
Erica never knew the power she held over him. When he had first taken her, the power of her virginity had brought him to his knees. After they’d made love, she’d fallen asleep, and he’d been in a state of panic.
She stayed silent in the car, and Chris allowed his mind to drift to the hotel room four years ago.
****
She looked gorgeous. Her blonde hair was pulled into a pony tail, so all he thought about was pulling that band out of her hair and tearing the clothes from her body. The need to be inside her filled his every waking moment.
Chris Sinclair dated any woman, fucked hard, and played constantly. No woman kept his attention for longer than a night. Erica Black had turned into a challenge. Her being a work colleague hadn’t bothered him, but her being much younger than he had bothered him. She came out of nowhere and struck him everywhere he turned. The fullness of her body was so different from all the super slim models he’d fucked over the years. Her innocence surrounded her like a cape protecting her from evil.
Their meeting had gone perfectly. They were seated in the main sitting room of his suite. A bottle of white wine was half finished, and the music playing in the background provided the perfect setting for seduction. They sat close together, the heat of her body rolling off her in waves. He reached across, placing his hand on her knee. When she didn’t move his hand away, he moved under her skirt. She looked flushed as she stared back at him. No protest came out from between her lips.
“You’d better tell me to stop, Erica. I want you,” he said.
“I want you, too.” She leaned over and kissed him. The press of her lips was inexperienced. He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. Chris took control and showed her what he wanted from the loving of her lips. She gave her everything to him, responding to his touch.
He ran his hand up her leg until he pressed against her panty-covered mound.
“Let us take this into the bedroom,” Chris said. He walked through to the bedroom, ridding himself of his jacket and tie.
Erica followed behind him. She stayed in the centre of the room without looking at the bed. Chris pulled her into his arms, unbuttoning her blouse as he kissed her lips. She was so submissive and responsive. The two contrasting acts excited him. Her blouse fell to the floor, followed by her bra, skirt, and panties. She stood before him naked. He gazed at her full body and marvelled at what he could do to her.
She wouldn’t break. He grabbed her ass and thrust his pelvis against her.
The moment he rid himself of his own clothes, he carried her to the bed. He held her hands above her head, pressing kisses along her neck. Chris let go as he moved down her body to her glorious, full tits. They were pert with lovely red-tipped nipples. He sucked on one before moving onto the next. She cried out, her fingers tightening in his hair before he went farther down. Her tummy quivered under his touch. Spreading her legs open, he licked her slit. He circled her clit then down to the entrance of her pussy before licking back up and circling her juicy, swollen clit. She tasted tangy and sweet all at the same time.