Page 10 of Secret Revenge

“Are you one of those women who would try to use me for money?” I teased her, but a real doubt crept into the back of my mind. I didn’t really know anything about her, save for what my brothers and I had found out in our search for a journalist who would help us speak our truth. Maybe it wasn’t money shewanted from me—but then again, maybe my fortune was large enough to sway her.

She was right. I hadn’t been careful bringing her back here, no matter how much I wanted her to stay. Even the conversation we were having was completely unhinged. Who spoke of things like this after mind-blowing sex?

What had I gotten myself into?

The sound of her laughter brought me back from my worry. I looked at her, wondering what she was thinking.

“It’s okay, Travis. You have nothing to worry about from me. I don’t want your money,” she said, still chuckling.

“Okay. You just want other parts of me then,” I teased.

Not all of me believed her, but Iwantedher words to be true. I crawled onto the bed, slowly approaching her as I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively in a way that caused her to laugh even more. The sound of her laughter warmed my heart as nothing had done in a long time.

I stroked her legs up and down before grabbing hold of them and dragging her closer until she was underneath me.

“Hi,” I said, smiling at her as I took in the sight of her smiling face.

“Hi,” she responded, her beautiful eyes shining with mirth. I leaned down to kiss her, groaning when she bit my lower lip.

I liked that she had a freaky side. She was like spring air. So soothing and fresh. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeper. I pulled my lips away from hers, giving her breasts the attention I had failed to give them earlier. My mouth closed around one perked up nipple and I bit it, loving the goosebumps I could see on her skin. I flicked the hard nipple with my tongue, loving the way she arched into me.

I repeated the same for her other breast, my hand sliding down to find her already swollen nub. I rubbed lightly, enjoying the sight of her moaning.

In all of my travels, I had never enjoyed a sight the way I enjoyed the sight of her parted lips, open as she let out a breathless moan.

I pulled her even closer to me, lifting her derrière with an arm underneath her as I lined myself up with her entrance and slowly entered her for the second time. I took my time, sliding gently and smoothly in and out of her, my hand still underneath her pulling even closer to me. I exhaled deeply as I felt her walls begin to tighten around me. I ignored her pleas to go faster, sticking to the pace I had set.

I grinned and held her tighter when she tried to increase the tempo herself. I was enjoying watching her squirm. I watched as her eyes closed with every deep thrust I took and as her throat tightened as her mouth moved in expectation of my next thrust. She looked even more beautiful like this. I didn’t know how I had been able to survive the slow burn at the dinner.

She whimpered once more, her hands tightening around me, her hips arching and stiffening as she orgasmed. Her mouth opened in a never-ending gasp, and I let go above her, allowing myself to feel the release like she did.

Spent, I collapsed on the bed, bringing her closer to me until she was lying sprawled on top of me. I placed a kiss on her head, enjoying the feel of her skin on mine as my eyes struggled to stay open.

I couldn’t remember the last time I held someone in my arms like this. As her fingers splayed on my chest, I couldn’t help thinking about the fact that I shouldn’t be doing this, least of all with someone I might actually need professionally. But I was too drunk on her beauty and her energy to care too much about it.

I was just going to do what felt right to me right now. Despite what future me would think, holding her like this felt right.

I smiled when she let out a yawn and burrowed her head deeper into my chest, her hand still splayed on my chest and the other wrapped around mine.

This definitely feels right,I thought and let out a tired yawn as I gave in to sleep.

5

EMILY

Soft rays streamed in through the window, waking me up from the best sleep I’d had in a long time. I had a lot to do today and knew I should probably get out of bed, but I was too comfortable to move an inch.

I sighed. The softness of the bed felt like a gentle caress on my skin. A pleasant warmth pervaded my body. I dragged the sheets up to my face in an attempt to shield my eyes from the sunlight. Why did I have to leave the curtains open?

I breathed in the floral notes of the sheets, mixed with something more, a fragrance my memory chased, trying to remind me of something.

Then I realized.

These were not my sheets. This was not my bed. This was definitely not the smell of my apartment.

My eyes shot open just as my brain pieced together what the smell was, adding in the memories of all that had happened last night.

No way in hell am I pining for the smell of Travis Ross.