Total D*ck(61)

A sharp knock on the door had me jumping from the edge of the bed.

“Showtime,” Carey mouthed, and closed the door connecting the suites.

I took a deep breath, smoothed my jacket, and ignored the slosh of negative emotions bubbling inside me. Walking the few steps to the entry, I stared out the peephole. Eric stood in the hallway. I turned the handle and pulled. He darted in and scanned the room.

I closed the door and leaned against it. “Thanks for coming.”

“What’s this all about?” He walked the room and even checked in the bathroom. “Your message was so cryptic. Are you okay?”

His fake concern turned my stomach even more.

“I’m fine. Everything’s fine for now. We had some trouble at Kennedy’s house yesterday, but we’re safe.”

Apparently satisfied that I was the only one here, he walked back to me, but not before flipping the bolt on the suite door. Fuck. I calmed myself. If something went wrong, Carey had the room key and could come through the main door. I was safe.

Rain dotted Eric’s glasses and his dark hair was damp.

“Where is he?” Eric adjusted his glasses, pushing the lenses close to his dark brown eyes.

“Kennedy?”

“Yeah.”

“He and Carey ditched me. You know we didn’t get along, and then he tried to take advantage of me at the Mardi Gras ball. He told me I was on my own after the thing at his house on Lake Pontchartrain. They’re holed up at Kennedy’s beach house.”

He looked me up and down before resting his gaze on mine. “Which one?”

“I didn’t know he had multiples. How do you know?”

“Oh.” He waved his hand like he was swatting away a fly. “Just guessing. You said he was a successful plaintiff’s attorney. I just figured they’ve got lots of cash. But it’s smart for him to head out, now that things are getting dangerous. I’ve been worried about you.”

“I know. You’ve always been there for me. And things have been so scary.” I looked down and wiped away a fake tear.

“Scarlett?”

“I’m sorry.” I studied the floor. “I’m just nervous. And I can’t shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen to me. And I wanted you to know how I felt.” I sniffled.

“Oh, Scarlett.” He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. His cologne was some sort of musky scent that made me wrinkle my nose before I forced myself back into character.

“I’m just so afraid.” I clung to him. “And I needed you.”

“Shh.” He ran his hand down my back and hugged me closer. “I’m here now. You don’t have to be scared.”

“I’ve always wanted you. I just couldn’t do anything about it because you were a client. But now, I don’t think that matters anymore.”

“It doesn’t matter. You don’t have to be scared. I can fix it.”

I sniffled louder. “How?”

He gripped my shoulders and pushed me away, studying my face. “There are ways.”

It was time to bring out the big guns. “I don’t care. If this is the last time I’m going to see you, I want to make it count.” I untied the sash at my waist and pulled, letting the jacket fall open.

Eric’s eyes drifted down my body, lingering on my tits. He let his gaze rove lower and licked his lips when he got to the apex of my thighs. I shuddered.

“You’re trembling.” He gripped the lapels of my coat and pushed it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “Holy shit.”

“I’m sorry. I thought this would make you happy.” I looked down.

“Oh, it does. Very much.” He put a finger under my chin and pulled my face to his. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine. His kiss was firm to the point of being almost painful and he pressed me back against the door. I could feel his erection against my stomach, and I forced myself to moan into his mouth and grip his shoulders.

“Scarlett, I’ve wanted this for so long. You have no idea.” He kissed down my neck, his mouth hot on my collarbones and then the swells of my breasts.

I clenched my eyes shut and ran my fingers through his hair as his hands roved my body.

“Come on.” He took my hand and led me to the bed. I sat down as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.

Then he pushed me back and crawled on top of me. His mouth covered mine, his tongue plunging rapidly inside me as he groped my breasts.

When he reached beneath me to unhook my bra, I said, “Wait.”

“What? Why?” He kept kissing my neck.

“I’m not being fair to you.”