"You belong to me, Bryony," he groaned into her skin. No reply, just her shattered rasping breaths, when he used his finger in her ass, impaling both her holes at the same time. "I'm gonna come in you."
"No," she mewled, but her hips still pushed at him, her pussy still squeezed his cock, not slowing down. Her head was back, eyes shut tight. "Oh, Christ," she whimpered. "Oh, shit!"
"I'm gonna fill you up." He grunted. "Here it comes, baby." He ejaculated in a rush of heat, ramming his cock up inside her and she clenched on him like a vise, milking every drop of his seed.
Chapter Ten
Room service set a candlelit table for them on the balcony of their suite. She tried not to think about the other women he must have brought there. If she worked really hard at it she could pretend this was all just for her. Bry didn't want to wake from the dream just yet.
He was looking out over the beach, his arms resting on the stuccoed wall. When her heels clicked toward him over the tiled floor, he turned and looked at her. She knew she looked good in her black, short cocktail dress. It was the best item she'd ever bought, especially as it was uncrushable and could be packed in a bunched up knot in her suitcase, but still come out looking fresh. Her sunburn was feeling better now he'd given her a pat down with some aloe. It wasn't so bad and now, in the moon and candlelight, it even looked like the beginnings of a tan.
To finish her outfit she wore the scarlet Manolos he'd given her after their first night together. Ben's gaze traveled slowly down to them and a half smile bent his lips. Although it wasn't a full grin, it reached all the way up into those deep green pools that regarded her warmly, perhaps even a little wistfully.
"You look beautiful, Ms. Mulligan."
"Why thank you, Mr. Petruska."
He held the chair for her and she sat.
"So you got your business out of the way today. What happens tomorrow?"
"We can take a drive if you like. Or have a picnic on the beach." He seemed mellow this evening, not his usual self. Maybe he was just tired.
"Sounds great." She looked out over the ocean which was also calm tonight, shimmering gently under the stars, not a white crest in sight. "Wow. So weird to be here. Feels miles away from New York." She paused and then laughed at herself. "Which it is, of course." Must be anxious. She always talked too much and stupidly at times like these.
Not that she'd had many times like these. There were few men she cared to impress enough to get nervous around.
"Listen," he said suddenly, "about the pool..."
She waited. He seemed to be having trouble, so she prompted, "The pool?"
"If anything should happen, I'll help you out. I mean, with money."
It took her a moment and then she realized. "You mean if I get pregnant?"
He nodded. "I should have been more careful. You were right about that."
Bry picked up her fork. "It was me too. We were both at fault. We both wanted it that way."
A curious gleam lit his eyes when they sought hers through the tall candles. "I guess."
Pause. "You're not too worried then?"
"What's the point of worrying?" In fact it wasn't her most fertile time of the month. Not that she should be complacent about it, but really why fret over something that might not happen?
"Earlier, on the plane, you said getting pregnant was the last thing you needed."
"It is. I'm a single, working woman who has bills to pay and lives in a one bedroom apartment. But I wouldn't be the first to be stuck raising a child alone would I? If it happened, I'd have to deal with it." She reached for the bread. "Don't worry, I wouldn't come after you for anything."
His dark eyebrows flew up. "Come after me?"
"You wouldn't have to have anything to do with it. I'd manage."
"It's my child. Of course I'll be there."
The intensity in his face surprised her. "Whatever." She shrugged and continued her meal.
"Whatever?" he exclaimed, banging his knee under the table. "I hope you don't think you'd keep my child from me."
She squinted across the table. The candle flames wavered. "I assumed you wouldn't particularly care."
Most of the color seemed to have drained out of his face.
"But yes, naturally, if we had a child, you could see it if you wanted." Bry smiled to break the tension. "It's all hypothetical anyway. There is no child. Hopefully." She looked at his full plate of pasta. "Why don't you eat?"
"I'm not hungry," he snapped.
"What's wrong?"
He turned his head, his mouth tight, his eyes glaring out over the horizon.