Page 34 of Beauty & Chaos

Brook sits on the edge of the bed, putting her shoes on. She’s wearing a pair of sexy high heels with a goddamn sprained ankle.Typical Manhattan woman. But I kept that thought to myself because she wore them to look sexy.

For me.

When she returns from the bathroom, she walks to her purse and looks inside, closes it, then finally looks my way.

“Thank you for dinner, Travis. Do me a favor, don’t listen to my podcast.”

I laugh. “Why not?”

“Because I suspect you’ll call me a conspiracy theorist or some other derogatory term that people who follow mainstream media use these days.”

I lift a brow.

“Can’t it be both?”

“Generally, not.” She blanches and hops on her foot, and I’m out of bed before I know what I’m doing.

“Sit.” I point to the bed and nudge her off her feet. “Do not move.”

“I’m fine.”

I head to the bathroom, ignoring her, and clean up. Then grab a pair of sweatpants on my way back through the walk-in closet.

“Wow, is it possible for you to look terrible? Like ever?” Brook shakes her head.

“Why don’t you stay and find out? I might look like a monster in the morning,”

Did I just ask her to stay the fucking night?

What is wrong with me?

I walk over, push her legs apart and step between them, then lean down to kiss her. It deep and long, one that neither of us wants to end.

She’s panting when I release her mouth.

I don’t wait for her to decline my invitation, because I know she will. That’s far too much like a relationship for both of us. Although I’d be happy to wake up and fuck her all day Sunday.

“I want to see you again,” I rasp, my hand on her neck.

“No.”

“Okay.”

She blinks. Just once. But it’s enough.

That was not the answer she was expecting, nor wanted.

“Then let me reword that. I want to fuck you again.” I push her back on the bed, my cock tenting my sweatpants and pressing into her dress. “You have no panties on, and it would take little effort to be inside you again.” I growl. “But you are sore right now, so say yes, and I’ll pick you up after work on Monday and spend the night eating your pussy.”

Brooklyn tries to fight it, so I slide my fingers under her dress and inside her already wet flesh.

“Or you can choose option C, which is both.”

Her fingers dig into me, and hips lift in answer.

“Fuck me,” Brook moans.

I flick my cock out and thrust inside her. I hear her purse drop to the floor as I yank her dress down and take her nipple in my mouth.