His assistant was going to be here soon with the pizza.
Alarmed, she grabbed her shirt just as he returned, naked except for his boxers. He immediately returned to her side and began to run his hands along her body, teasing her naked breasts, sliding down her belly, and dipping into the slick lips of her pussy.
She almost dropped her shirt, her knees went so weak. “But what about your assistant?”
Travis circled her clit lightly, holding her body against him. “She won’t come in. She’ll just ring the doorbell and leave it for us. Get back down on the couch for me.”
“It’s leather,” she protested.
He shrugged, and then tugged her down to the floor, onto the thick white rug.
Well, hell, she couldn’t argue with that. Risa slid to her knees, and when he removed his boxers and began to roll on the condom, she lay back on the plush rug and just admired the sight of him, looming over her, his cock hard and ready for her.
God, he was magnificent. She was in way over her head, and she absolutely did not care.
Travis moved over her, tugging her legs apart. She gladly spread her legs for him, raising her hips in a suggestion of what she wanted.
And then he was on top of her, kissing her, and his cock sank deep inside her in a sudden move that made her gasp with pleasure. He stroked inside her, hard, and she clung to his neck, surprised at his ferocity. Surprised . . . and turned on. His next stroke was just as fierce, and she was soon swept away in each rocking thrust that seemed determined to push her across the carpet. It was possession and ownership in each plunge of his cock into her body, and she felt owned and dominated by him.
And she loved it.
It seemed they had just started, she had just begun to lose herself in the pleasure when that incredible tension began to build in her hips. She moaned, rising to meet him with every harder thrust. And then she was coming, his name a gasped, choked sound, her pussy clenching tight around him. He continued to fuck her, his movements more forceful, harder and more erratic, until he came as well, with a hoarse shout. His body locked over hers, stiffening, and he gave a final rolling thrust before collapsing on top of her.
Breathing hard, Risa hugged his weight over her, a little stunned by how quick things had been. He knew just how to touch her to bring her to an almost immediate pleasure. That was incredible.
Travis leaned in and gave her a light, lingering kiss, just as the doorbell rang.
His eyes gleamed and he seemed almost boyish. “That’ll be dinner.”
For the rest of the evening, Travis was hers. They ate pizza, drank wine, and made love again in his bed. After making love, she told him all about what to expect as a pig owner, determined to hold up her end of the bargain. And she told him about Gregory’s more amusing antics, hoping that he’d start to love the pig as much as she did. They spent hours in bed, just talking and caressing each other, before making love one final time. As she drifted off to sleep, Risa thought that this Travis, this one in bed with her, just might be the perfect man.
It was the businessman part of Travis that she had no idea what to do with.
* * *
After a week of living in his apartment, though, it was clear to Risa that the businessman side of Travis seemed to be the dominant one. She enjoyed his company—his laugh, his smile, his conversation. She loved his body, loved the way he touched her and brought her pleasure.
She hated his BlackBerry.
He was never further than a phone call away from his job, and that drove her crazy. Even when they were in bed at night, twined together, if the phone buzzed with an incoming message, he’d roll over, grab it, and start typing away.
Risa had to remind herself that this wasn’t a real relationship. It was a sexual interlude, nothing more. Travis hadn’t promised her more than two weeks of his time. He’d promised her money and that was it.
Strangely enough, the money wasn’t really a factor anymore. After spending a week with him, she didn’t care about the money as much as she just wanted him to spend some genuine time with her.
And with Gregory.
The pig adored Travis. There was something about him that Gregory had immediately taken a shine to, and whenever Travis was busy working, Gregory would lay at his feet to keep him company, or butt his head against Travis’s leg, demanding to be petted. Travis, for his part, seemed to be coming around on the pig. He petted Gregory and occasionally threw a chew toy for the pig to chase. Risa had even talked Travis into taking an early morning walk with her and the pig, and he’d carried the leash while they’d wandered a nearby park, hand in hand.
But then his phone rang and the moment was over.