I laughed. “No. I’m sure it won’t.”
Colton pulled me close, tucking me into him. “If things get too scary or gory, I’m glad to provide my body as protection if you feel the need to hide your face into my chest and get clingy.”
“Oh really?”
He nodded. “I may have wanted to get your mind off things, but feeling your body against mine might have been an ulterior motive for this evening.”
“Why, Mr. Westmore.” I batted my lashes at him playfully. “Are you saying taking me to watch a scary movie marathon was meant to be something untoward?”
The sides of his mouth quirked up. “Yep.”
“Ah…I see, but your plan is flawed.”
“It is?”
“Yes. You don’t need any ulterior motives when it comes to getting my body against yours.”
“I don’t, huh?”
“Nope. I’ll cling to you any time.”
We came to a stop at the end of the ticket line where he bent and brushed his lips against mine. “That’s very good to know, Ms. Collins. Very good indeed.”
Chapter Six
It was our two month dating anniversary, and the night had me taking a page out of Jessie’s book of kink. I’d put on the slinky purple underwear, stocking and garter set, and the purple push-up bra I bought from Victoria’s Secret, which did do wonders for my C-cup cleavage, I noted as I stared at my sexier self in the mirror. I went over the list.
Manicure and pedicure complete.
Check.
Hair done.
Check.
Makeup done.
Check.
Spiked heels.
Check.
Lightweight trench coat tied off at the waist.
Check.
I was meeting Colton for drinks, then dinner, but I was going to surprise him with a change in plans.
Smiling, I turned, flipped the light switch off in the bathroom, and gathered my purse and car keys.
****
I parked my car across the street from the bar, wedging it between a silver Porsche and a white Lincoln Navigator. I had a good view of the front windows, so decided to call Colton’s cell phone. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. It rang three times before I heard him.
“Hi,” he answered.
“Hey, Colton,” I replied, trying for my best sultry voice. “Where are you?”
“At the bar,” he said.
I was about ready to tell him to come outside, that I had a surprise for him, but what stopped me was a woman’s voice in the background saying, “Who are you talking to?”
I frowned. What bar staff would be asking that? I’d been down that road aptly named cheating bastard before and wasn’t ever going to take that route again.
“Where are you?” he asked.
He hadn’t used my name while talking to me.
“I’m running late,” I lied.
“Will you be here soon?”
“I’m just now leaving from a job, so I’ll be about fifteen minutes.”
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll see you in a few.”
“See you soon.”
I sat in my car and waited, dressed like a floozy in my trench coat and sexy undergarments. Admittedly, part of me felt a bit crazy for the stakeout, but I decided I needed to know before I let him invade any more of my heart and life—and my little girl’s life—than he already had. I placated myself by saying I had reason to be suspicious. While it might be nuts to be with a woman at the same place and on the same night you were meeting another woman, men did do that sort of thing. Hell, Price did. And Colton Westmore had access to all kinds of women in his line of work as the freaking owner of LoveMatch.com.
Setting my chin, feeling righteous in my spying methods, I became a rock that wouldn’t be moved. If Colton was inside the bar with someone, he’d be getting rid of her soon. I glanced at the clock on my cell phone, watching the time tick, tick, tick away. Ten minutes passed, then Colton came sauntering out of the front doors with a tall, bleached-blonde woman. My heart fell to my toes.
“You can trust me, he said,” I grumbled to myself. “I’ll never hurt you, he said.” I snorted sarcastically.
Colton had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, no tie. He wasn’t touching her, but they were laughing and talking. They stopped where his car was parked on the street. She leaned in and placed her hand on his shoulder, then whispered something into his ear. He smiled. I knew that smile. They hugged. I boiled hot under the collar. When she turned from him, Colton watched her walk off. She went to a red Volkswagen parked a few cars down from his Mercedes. She got in, started it up, and drove off.
Any hold I had on my sanity was gone. I was going to let him know he’d been caught. Tell him to kiss my ass. Turn my back on him and leave in a dramatic, Oscar-worthy winning performance kind of way.
My hand went to the door handle. I lifted, swung the door open, stepped out, slammed the door behind me, and proceeded with the angriest walk I could manage in fuck-me heels.
Colton saw me. He gave me that smile of his that I was going to slap off his face. “Lexi,” he said. “You’re here.” He obviously saw by my demeanor something wasn’t right. “What’s wrong?” His gaze meandered down my body. “And why are you wearing a trench coat?”
I had entered into the stratosphere of pissed off woman as I bucked up to him. “Do you really think I’m stupid?”
His eyebrows knitted together. “What?”
“I saw you, Colton.”
“Saw what?”
My hands went to my hips. “Are you serious? Do you really want to play this game?”
“What is going on?” he asked, taking hold of my shoulders.
I wrenched myself free. “I may have been a stupid woman in my past, but I’m not now. I refuse to be with a man who cheats on me, and—”
He tugged me up, stopping my rant with his mouth on mine. My lips were hard and unyielding. I wiggled and squirmed. “Let me go!”
He yanked me by the hand down the sidewalk and into the alley.
“Have you completely lost your mind, Colton? I said let me go!”
He twirled me around and backed me up against the wall. Muted light and shadow played over the lines of his all too serious face. He pinned me with his big body. I tried to slap him, but he grabbed my wrist before my palm connected. Faster than lightning, he had both my hands lifted above my head.
“I’m not cheating on you, Lexi,” he said.
My chest heaved. “Who’s the damn blonde? I saw you with her. Hugging her.”
“That was my sister. She wanted to stay and meet you, but she had to go,” he said.
“Your sister?”
“Yes.” He pierced me with his eyes. “My sister.”
“I….” I didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t you know how much I want you? How much I want to be with you?”
I shook my head. “But—”
He kissed me again, roughly. I dissolved.
Tearing his lips from mine, he said, “There’s no other woman. Only you.” He stared at me. “God. Do you have any concept of what you do to me?”
When he let loose of my arms, I traced my hand down his bicep then cupped his bulging crotch with my palm. He groaned.
“Some idea,” I said.
“Why the coat?”
“Pull the belt around my waist and see.”
He undid the knot. I unzipped his pants, working my hand into the opening of his boxers.
“Jesus,” he muttered as he revealed his surprise. “Fucking fantastic.”
I batted my lashes. “What is? Me, or my touch?”
“Both,” he said in a hungry voice.
When I wrapped my fingers around his stiff shaft, he licked my neck. His hand meandered down my stomach, crossed over to my hip. He grabbed the material of my panties and ripped them from me. My body sizzled. Colton slipped his fingers between my legs. I moaned. With wild abandon, he worked the button
on his pants free with his left hand—his right still stroke, stroke, stroking me.
“I want you,” I said, and let loose of his manhood, ready to go to my knees and take him into my mouth.
His pants and boxers hit the tops of his shoes, and his dress shirt partly obscured his rock hard dick standing at attention. He looked at me, umber eyes gone dark like flint, and shook his head. I knew I was a woman about to get fucked.
Colton hoisted me up. “Hold on,” he said.
Wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, I clung to him, my back touching the block wall. His large hands gripped my ass before he entered me with one solid thrust, stretching me and filling me up completely. He muffled my cries of pleasure with his mouth as one of the buttons from his shirt abraded my clit.
“You feel like liquid fire, Lex,” he said against my lips, his warm breath bathing them.
There, in the shadowed alley, against the outer wall of the bar, I went over the edge fast, my pussy squeezing his big cock greedily. “You’re making me come. Oh, God!”
He groaned, fucked into me three more times, pulled out of my quivering body, shifted, and came in two hot spurts upon my flesh, cock jerking against my thigh.
Breathing hard, he placed his forehead to mine and muttered, “Damn, woman. I love you,” before he slanted his mouth over my mouth, devouring me with his tongue.
Epilogue
Three months later
The silky sheets on Colton’s bed were cool to the touch as I slid my bare knees across them and painted his hard dick with the chocolate body paint he’d gifted me with for my birthday. With my Prick-casso complete, I glanced up at him to see his arm tucked behind his head. That smile of his scorched me. My gaze traced his stomach muscles. They crackled. I followed the patch of dark hair that ran from below his navel to his manicured thatch.
“Have I ever told you, you have a perfect cock?” I asked.
He chuckled. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, Mr. Westmore, it is,” I said, then licked his steely shaft.
He let out a low groan. I mouthed the wide head, feeling his fingers twist into my hair as I sucked him, removing every bit of chocolate.
“Have I ever told you, you are damn good at that?” he asked in a low, gritty voice.
I inched my mouth off him. “You have, actually.”
“Let me give my compliments and praises yet again. Your mouth and tongue are incredible.”
After painting more of the creamy confection on his abs and pecs, I put the jar on the bedside table before straddling him. With one quick adjustment, I worked my pussy down the length of his hard cock until Colton was deep inside of me. I watched his umber eyes flash.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said.
I leaned down and licked some of his sugary flesh before kissing him.
“Tastes good,” he said, licking his luscious lips when I straightened my body and rode his cock in an easy rhythm.
His hands went to my hips, fingers pressing into my flesh. “I think I know for sure,” I said.
He pressed up with his hips then rocked me forward on him. My hands found purchase on his chest.
“What do you know for sure?” he asked. One of his large hands moved to where our bodies were connected. His thumb pressed my clit. My lip went between my teeth and I swayed, feeling him hard and demanding inside me.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
Colton removed his other hand from my hip. He swirled his forefinger into the remaining chocolate on his stomach. When he brought his sweet digit to my mouth, I opened for him and sucked.
“Tell me,” he insisted. The finger I’d been sucking on slid from my mouth and teased my taut nipple. His thumb, still making magic on my excited nub, brought me to the edge. I rocked my hips, clenching my pussy around him. “Ah fuck yeah, Lex. That’s it.”
Bodies moving faster, we came together in a burst of heat. I collapsed on his chest. He clutched me to him as my breathless confession slipped past my tongue. “Not only do I love you, but I am, without doubt, a full-fledged chocoholic.”
The End
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