Page 2 of Nothing to Beat (Nothing to… #13)

SHE SHOULD PROBABLY be nervous. Anyone else would be nervous.

She wasn’t. Anxiety didn’t feature where Breck was concerned.

Some might say they should’ve learned their lesson.

“Some” being Breck; Breck would say it. No one else would dare comment on the conundrum that was their relationship…

ex-relationship. Not in earshot of her and Breck anyway.

The large hotel room included a huge bed, seating area, and an ensuite family bathroom.

Everything they needed. More than they needed actually.

In the countless times they’d visited that room, she’d never once sat on the couch or armchairs.

What was the need when the alternative was Breck’s face?

Man ate pussy better than any she’d ever known.

That pride of his extended in all the right directions.

Might be more polite to situate herself on one of those chairs that Saturday, but she wouldn’t. Again, what was the need?

She tied the belt of her silk robe in a loose knot. He’d given her the robe. And the lingerie adorning her body beneath. Breck was great at presents, generous, thoughtful, always sure—even when he couldn’t be.

She swallowed some virgin wine, put the glass on the nightstand and perched herself on the bottom corner of the bed. Noon was right about…

The beep of the door lock signaled the time. Man, he was good. Always prompt. For her. Not always for other people. When it came to best boyfriend etiquette, he got top marks. Never made a promise he couldn’t keep. Never stood her up. Never raised his voice. Never… Their list of nevers…

Wrong mood; switch it up.

As the door opened, her smile bloomed. She never had to force it with him, just being near to him filled her with a joy she’d never found anywhere else. A joy she couldn’t conceal.

After one look at her, he took off his jacket to toss it over the back of the nearest armchair.

“We’re not doing this anymore.”

Was he telling her that or mocking their past conversations?

“I told you, this isn’t that,” she reiterated. “Really, Breck, you have to get better at listening.”

As he crossed the room, loosening his cuffs, she climbed onto her knees on the edge of the bed, reaching for him as soon as she was able.

His cufflinks landed by her wine.

“This isn’t that?” He released the belt of her robe to let it fall open, revealing the satin and lace beneath. The strength of his hands on her bare waist heightened her pride in her figure. Yeah, he loved it, and she worked hard to please him. “Looks like that.”

“What something looks like and what it actually is are often two different things.” Already she worked on the buttons of his shirt. “Use a little imagination, dearest.”

Opening his shirt by sliding both hands across the width of his chest, she bit her lip to contain a whimper. How many times had she seen him naked? Too many to count. Yet every time contact gave her butterflies.

Skimming her hands up to link her fingers at the back of his neck, she coaxed him down to meet her lips in a quick kiss.

“You didn’t have to pay a million dollars for this.

” When he swept her hair over her shoulders, admiring her as she tipped her head back, she knew she had him.

To be honest, she didn’t know how not to have him.

With them, it had always been this. Automatic.

Instinctual. Intuitive. “You could’ve just called. ”

“I could’ve walked into your office and stripped naked.” She accepted his nod but boosted up for another short kiss. “I could’ve strode into your bedroom at B House and forced myself on you as you slept.”

“Force? Never said no, never will. Why the theater?”

“It’s not theater, it’s a quid pro quo transaction.”

“I’m not a gigolo.”

“You don’t care about the money and it’s not going to you anyway, it’s going to a good cause.

And I didn’t pay a million dollars for this: you did.

Mmm…” Breathing against him, her knees left the bed, one, then the other as her legs wrapped around him.

“Kiss me, Stat. You know what happens when you kiss me.”

Losing his hand in her hair, he tightened it to a fist, tilting her head to counter his mouth locking onto hers. There it was. Him. Mmm. And when he moved, probably losing his shoes and socks, she did the work of opening his belt.

What was the harm of enjoying herself? No harm.

He lowered her onto her back, giving her the perfect weight of him above, sheltering her in a position that never got old. The thick mass of him beneath her stimulating palm was certain in its insistence; she relied on that insistence and never had to work for it.

“You…” he said, separating their lips only to kiss her again. The fog of their need crowded the humidity that aided the instinct of their undulating bodies. “Never need a pretense.”

“I know.” The thick locks of his hair warmed her fingers. She pulled him in for another kiss, another. “I need you, Stat.”

The frenzied kissing sped their hearts and their passions.

“So much for not doing this anymore,” he panted with her, squeezing her breast.

“This isn’t that.”

“Then what is it?”

Thank God he’d asked. “I’m ovulating.”

The motion of their kiss halted. He didn’t pull away, didn’t take his mouth back, he just breathed. Good, yes, Stat, process. He needed a minute, as expected. She’d wait.

Silence couldn’t last forever.

Eventually he met her eye, taking nothing but his mouth from her. “You’re ovulating.”

She nodded. “According to my app. Isn’t technology convenient?”

“And we’re doing this because you want…”

“To have a baby.” He’d know better than to expect anything less than direct from her. Raising her head, she kissed him again. “I need you.”

He resisted her next shot at a kiss. “You don’t need me, you need my…” On an exhale, his quick mind brought him up to speed. “You want to have a baby.”

“It’s my decision. Yes. I want to have a child. Your child, ideally. This isn’t about money, I don’t need a cent of the Breckenridge fortune. It’s just… time for me.”

“How long have you been thinking about this?”

“A while.”

“Uh huh. We work in the same building.” Talking it out wasn’t exactly part of the plan. Not the perfect plan anyway. Still, knowing him, she’d anticipated this. “I have never ignored your calls.”

“I didn’t want to talk about it. I made this decision on my own; I want to be a mother.”

“You going to marry me?”

“No,” she said, wriggling her hand free to press a straight forefinger to his lips.

“This is why I don’t want to talk about it.

” Lifting her head to kiss him again, she left her finger there.

“You like this part…” Another kiss. On the next, she slid her finger away to open her lips, letting her tongue just touch his before retreating.

“We’re good at this part. This part feels so good. ”

Pressing her feet to the mattress, she elevated her hips and his immediately pushed back, pinning her beneath him.

“Sequoia,” he groaned, his head dropping.

She moistened her lips by his ear. “Would you rather I carry another man’s child?” That got his attention. The ferocity in his eyes when they leaped to hers tumbled carnal energy in her belly. “If it’s not your baby, it will have to be someone else’s.”

It hadn’t occurred to her that any other man would be up to the job, or that Breck would want them to be.

Proving that point, he kissed her hard and hooked her knee into the crook of his elbow, slamming himself into her.

Her body arched, braced in a position that forced her to adjust to his mass. The satisfied smile that curved her lips gave her enough time to breathe and find her anchor again.

“Breck,” she whispered.

“You will never carry another man’s child,” he growled, pulling out only to drive in deep again. “Sequoia Drury, you swear it to me right now.”

“Mmm…” The whimper of her need became a whine. “I swear it.”

He snatched her chin. “Swear what?”

Oh, this delectable man never failed to fulfill her every need.

“I swear I will never carry another man’s child.”

“Anything you need, you come to me.”

She managed another smile, her body writhing, stimulating itself on the cock he’d bedded deep within her.

“Why do you think I’m here, Stat?”

“I never say no.”

He said no all the time. Just… not to her. Again, exactly her point. She didn’t have to think of any other route. Whenever she wanted something for herself or had something to give, Breck was the only man she’d engage. Hmm, maybe that wasn’t the smartest word choice.

The slow rock of his pelvis grew in motion, from shorter pulses to longer thrusts, he did more than warm her up.

It had been a while for them. Though with them, it could feel like an age even if they’d only been parted a minute.

Being with him, in their intimacy, she relished his deft fingers moving on her skin.

How he was so entitled to touch her everywhere, to learn every crevice he’d already visited a thousand times.

“Breck,” she murmured, moving with him and away in the rhythm they’d cracked a long time ago.

Shouldn’t it be old by now? The sweet stimulation of his fingertips on her clit should be expected, yet her whole being reacted like it was the first time every time.

“Open your eyes, Coy.”

Every time, every single time, when she did as told and looked into the man above her, the pleasure collided with overwhelming emotion that sucked her so deep, she couldn’t breathe.

Yes. The word in her head came from her lips so many times the two got muddled. Want clenched in gratification and in the pound of orgasm, she called out to him.

Grabbing for his ribs, she dug her nails in deep and he growled, driving himself into her until he delivered his prize right where she wanted it.