by Logan Chance
“Good job, baby,” I tell her.
Kelly steps forward and taps her ball through for the win.
Addison’s eyes widen and she congratulates her, but nothing for me. I decline the offer of a rematch, and whisk Addison away to get a drink. Once she has a sangria iced tea, we sit at an empty table near the band.
“You played amazing.”
She doesn’t reply, only forces a smile. June and Helena join us, and we hang out at the party until the sun sets over the Rockies.
On our way out, I ask Addison if she wants to grab dinner before we head home.
“No,” is her curt reply.
“Did you have fun today?”
“Yes.”
We step into the house. “Are you hungry? I can make dinner.”
“No.”
Something’s wrong. I can tell.
“What’s on your mind?” I lean against the kitchen counter, appreciating the view of Addison in her dress, with her long, tanned legs peeking out from under it. They go on for miles.
“Nothing.”
“Doesn’t sound like nothing.”
She crosses her arms. “I want a divorce.”
Twenty-One
Addison
I’m jealous. I’ve never been jealous in my entire life. And I hate it. Marriage isn’t working out for me.
“You can’t divorce me,” he says, with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “What about the case?”
“Well, it’s not like it’s going anywhere. The only thing I discovered today was how many ways Kelly could make an innuendo about big balls.”
And she can make a lot. More than me, I’m sure.
The point is, those balls are mine. But they’re really not. And once this is over, maybe things will shift back into place. Maybe watching him smile, all sexy and such, won’t sting like a million killer bees attacking the heart.
He stalks closer, and my heart pounds. “This doesn’t have anything to do with me talking to Kelly, does it?”
“No,” I scoff.
He takes one more step closer. “You sure?”
“Yes,” I lie.
He stops in front of me, and places his palms on the counter, caging me in. This is so wrong. No part in my training at the agency could have prepared me for working with Vin Mills, or prepared me for being sexually attracted to him.
It’s impossible to resist. I feel like I’ve been trying since the first second I saw him. And it’s futile.
He leans in. “Addison, you’re going to ruin me.”
He’s already ruined me. I kiss him.
My hands drift up the back of his neck and into his hair, and I pull him closer as our mouths move against one another.
He breaks the kiss, his dilated eyes searing into mine, and then he picks me up, like a caveman, draping me over his shoulder and carrying me up the stairs.
This is highly unexpected. And so is the fact I like it.
I’ve never had a man do this to me before. It’s like, if he can’t get me soon enough, he’ll die.
He charges down the hallway like a man on a mission, and I can’t say I want him to stop, because I don’t.
“You’re a naughty girl,” he says before he pushes into my bedroom and slams the door shut with a backward kick of his foot.
I slide down his body until my feet hit the floor. “How?”
“Your jealousy.”
I try to cut him off, tell him I’m not jealous even though I most certainly am, but he kisses me before I can say anything of the sort.
There’s a charged electrical current passing between us, zapping a pulse between my thighs.
His kisses down the column of my throat, unleash a wild animal, hungry and needy for his touch. I pant and whine, just like the rabid beast he’s turned me into. “Touch me, please,” I beg.
“Oh, I’ll touch you alright. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.”
And then there’s no more talking. We use our lips, tongues, and fingers to communicate. I practically rip his shirt off so I can lean forward to run my tongue down the ridge of his abs and along the v that accents his hips. He growls.
“Take your dress off,” he orders.
Vin sucks in a breath, letting the air back out in a low hiss, when I slide the straps off and let it fall to the floor.
I reach behind me, unsnap my bra, and let it fall to the floor with my dress.
Vin swallows hard, and his eyes land on my panties. “Take them off.”
My fingers move to the waistband, and I slowly lower them. Normally, I would feel self conscious, or nervous, but as I stand here, naked, I feel powerful—sexy.
A shock wave of ecstasy courses through my veins, making its way to every nerve and cell in my body. I need him inside me before I go completely crazy.
“You’re goddamn beautiful,” he breathes out.
He removes the rest of his clothes, and I blush.
It’s like Michelangelo himself chiseled his perfect body, cutting every hard muscle to perfection. But, it’s not his rock hard abs, or his solid chest I’m staring at—it’s the massive hard on pointing at me.
He wraps a fist around the thickness, pumping it, slow and easy.
The back of his knees connect with the mattress, and he sits on the bed. “This is yours.” Those words turn me on even more than I already am. “All yours.”
I cup a breast with each hand, running my thumbs over my nipples. “Do you want these to be all yours?”
It’s like his dick gets visibly harder in his hands as he chokes out a ‘yes.’
“What else do you want to own?”
Twenty-Two
Vin
If I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll combust. What else do I want to own? Umm, her. Always fucking her.
The intoxicating effect she has on me has us sliding onto the bed, facing one another. I lift her leg, bringing it to rest on my hip, and press my cock against her seam, wanting to ram inside of her and forget about this case. Forget everything else in the world.
But, I take my time instead, savoring her body. Watching how she bucks her hips when I tease her with the head of my cock. Memorizing the breathy little moans she makes when I squeeze her nipple.
“Tell me how it feels when I kiss you here.” I kiss along her plump tit, sucking the pebbled nipple into my mouth just slightly, teasing her.
Her hips buck in my direction and she lets out an, ‘ahh.”
“Tell me how it feels when I suck on you.” I suck on her tit, barely able to control myself.
Her fingers dig into my hair as she cries out, “It feels so good. Don’t stop.”
But, I do stop, because I have bigger plans for her. “How does it feel when I kiss you here?” I lower my head, kissing along her toned belly, letting my tongue trail down her, stopping just before I get to her sweet spot.
I spread her legs and lick along her wetness, letting the taste of her coat my tongue. “How does it feel when I lick you?”
Her eyes close. “It feels...ahhh...it feels…yes.”
She hasn’t felt half of what I can give her. I slide my tongue in and don’t stop until I have her bucking her hips, and her hands on the back of my head, pushing me further into her. She pants out she’s close to coming, and I work her clit between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth until she thrusts her hips, letting out a long, guttural cry as she comes all over me.
I need to be inside her and feel the same explosion on my dick I just felt on my tongue and fingers.
I move away from her and retrieve a condom from my wallet. She watches with hooded eyes as I tear the wrapper, and move the latex over my length.
“I’ve wanted this for a while, so you’ll have to tell me if I go too hard.”
“I want it hard,” she drives me wild by saying.
The bed dips a bit as I climb back on, sliding over her body, and positioning myself. It’s pure ecstasy when I enter her in a strong, passionate stroke.
“Fuck,” I grit out, moving aching
ly slow, as she acclimates to my size. She’s tight as fuck, and I wonder if she’s ever had sex before. “You’re not a…”
“No, it’s just been a long time,” she answers before I can finish my question.
It’s unraveling me how badly I need her touch.
Her back arches when I push in deeper. Her body’s like ecstasy and sin all rolled into one, and I pump a bit faster, needing more and more.
She bites down on my shoulder, and I can barely hold on to the runaway train inside me, already racing toward relief.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she says on a shudder.
“Go ahead and fall. I’ve got you.” I lift her up, planting her on her feet off the side of the bed, and bend her over the edge so I can fuck her from behind.
Our bodies slap together, and I fist my hand into the blonde trusses of her hair. “Is this how hard you want it?”
“Yes, Vin. Yes.”
I don’t let up, as I reach my other hand around to toy with her clit.
“I’m so close,” she cries out.
“Come all over me, dirty girl.”
My greedy hands continue touching, pulling, and taking exactly what I want from her. This girl is doing something to me, and I need her to come, because I’m so damn close to coming undone myself.
“Come all over me. I want to feel it everywhere.” Her pussy clenches my cock as she comes.
Addison’s orgasm is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.
My own orgasm is on the verge of tearing me apart from limb to limb.
I do one more indulging thrust before my body rips in two, bringing me almost to my knees. Fuck this girl knows how to take me...all of me.
What is she doing to me?
Twenty-Three
Addison
They need to come up with new words for sex with Vin. ‘Wow’ doesn’t begin to do it justice. How can you put a word to something you’ve never experienced before in your life?
Any fool can see that this energy, this passion has been building between Vin and I since we moved in together. But nothing could have prepared me for the explosion of need that rumbled through my body last night.
It was like I couldn’t even control my own head. I forgot about the case. The mafia. The everything. All I could focus on was Vin.
And now....I can’t stop focusing on him. He’s all I see, actually.
Maybe it’s because whenever I close my eyes all I can picture is the way he moved inside me last night. The way he touched me. The way he kissed me. It was insanity at its finest. And nothing I can do or say can ever prevent the images from living a long and fruitful life inside my memory.
I don’t think I’ll ever want to forget our lust-ridden night of passion for as long as I live.
But, that’s all it can ever be. One night. One long and satisfying night of desire.
Who am I kidding?
I roll over and stare at his empty side of the bed. As much as I’d like to, I can’t hide here forever. This is my job, and I’m supposed to be catching bad guys, not having ‘insert word that hasn’t been invented yet’ sex with Vin. Instead of rehashing it again in my mind, I kick the covers back and leave the bed. Ideally, he’d still be sleeping, and I could slip out of the house like a coward before he woke. But not this morning. I’ll have to face him.
The shower doesn’t wash away any of my sins from last night. Nor does it ease my achy muscles. Places I didn’t know existed on my body protest as I snag black shorts, and a matching T-shirt, to dress for my morning walk with the ladies. I can’t exactly back out with the excuse that I had ‘insert word that hasn’t been invented yet’ sex with Vin, so I slip on my sneakers, and barely able to move, descend the stairs to the aroma of fresh brewed coffee.
The kitchen is empty when I gather my courage and enter. Well, I tried.
I take a quick sip of coffee from the mug on the counter, and call out, “Going for my walk,” and then book it out of the house to the group of animated women waiting for me in the middle of the cul-de-sac.
“Morning, ladies,” I greet them, trying to hustle across the pavement as best I can with these sore legs.
“I was about to knock for you,” Kelly, the woman responsible for my sexcapades last night, informs me. Actually, that’s not fair. I’m responsible for my actions. I’m not going to sully what happened between Vin and I under the tarnish of excuses. I wanted him—period.
“Sorry, running a little late,” I apologize.
Miffie wastes no time getting us started, and I force my feet forward as their chatter drifts into the morning air. Kelly tells us about a crawdad recipe Greg is experimenting with which leads to a discussion by Miffie of Where the Crawdads Sing, a book I’ve never read.
I don’t know if I’m tired, or feeling the effects from last night, but I’m having a hard time keeping up. It seems to be a metaphor for this entire case. I should just go home, to my real home.
I push through, and before we disperse, I get an invitation that nearly makes my worn out legs buckle. “Anyone up for a girl’s night tonight?” Kelly questions. “It’s poker night for the guys, so I thought we could go to Musico.”
“Me,” I answer, with no hesitation. My heart beats faster with adrenaline. Not from the walk, but because Musico is the nightclub owned by Matteo Lombardi.
“Yay,” she squeals, after everyone agrees. “See you there at eight pm?”
Oh I’ll be there alright. I’ll be there ten minutes early. Before I leave them, June asks me to ride with her, and I agree and hobble away, toward my house. Today’s workout was brutal, and I’m going to need these legs to work tonight, so before I tell Vin, I drag them up the stairs and into the shower.
I step into the bathroom, discard my clothes, and turn on the water. When I step in, I close my eyes, and let the hot water soothe my muscles.
“Need some help?” Vin asks, stepping under the spray with me.
“What are you doing in here?” I cover myself, bringing my hands up, but the desire in his eyes is so apparent, I drop my arms.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last night.”
Same, sexy man, same.
I don’t say a word. I just hand him the loofah sponge.
He takes it from me, stepping closer to run the sponge across my back in a slow seductive caress. He swipes my hair from my shoulders, so he can reach my neck, and pulls me flush against him. With my back to his front, I feel him swell to full size.
With no care about my sore muscles anymore, I press my ass against his hardness, bringing out a groan from his lips.
My inhibitions swirl with the soap down the drain, as he brings the loofah around to the front of me, running it across my breasts and over my stomach before swiping it between my legs. Pure, raw instinct bucks my hips.
He nips the skin just below my ear as he drops the loofah to the ground.
I reach behind me, pulling on the back of his head to keep him sucking, biting, kissing on my skin. I can’t have him stop.
“Goddammit, Addison, you’re so fucking sexy.”
His magical fingers press inside me and my hips move against his hand. If he keeps it up, I can come just like this.
Then, he goes where no man has gone before— he presses the pad of his thumb against the virgin opening to my ass.
My hand lands with a smack against the hard tile. The pressure, the tension, it feels amazing. I don’t want him to stop.
I grind against his hand, working up speed as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder.
“I want to feel you come on my fingers,” he rasps against the shell of my ear.
“I’m so close.”
His thumb presses ever so slightly, teasing but not entering, pushing me to the point I want to beg him to fuck me there. I’ve never done anal, but for him I’d be willing to try it. In this moment, I’d let him do anything he wants to me.
Every time he pulls me back to slam into me again with his fingers, his d
ick grazes me, and I want him inside me, but I don’t dare interrupt what he’s doing to me right now. It’s way too good to stop him.
My body begins to tremble. My heart beats erratically against my ribcage.
“You’re close, baby,” he predicts, correctly.
When he runs the tip of his finger over my clit, I’m a goner. I moan as he continues to slam his fingers inside me, pressing his thumb just barely inside my ass.
I lean my head back, resting it on his shoulder as my orgasm decimates me.
Once my body calms, and my brain clears from the lust fog it was under, I turn to face him, letting the hard spray rush over my face as I gaze into his eyes. Was this a mistake?
Need still displays in his eyes, and he wraps his arms around my waist, bringing his head down to connect our lips. And I let him.
I kiss him back, telling him with my tongue what I’m afraid to say. I wish the water would turn cold, and force us out, because I don’t know how much longer I can control what I’m feeling. I need out of this shower. Out of his sensual sphere.
I break the kiss, and then say, “Tonight is girl’s night,” I pause for effect, “at Musico.”
That breaks the spell Vin is under, and he shuts the water off. “Matteo’s club?”
I step out, offering him a towel as I grab one for myself. “Yep.”
I tell him about Kelly’s invitation as we dry off and leave the bathroom. Something is going on in his head as we dress. Something that blazes in his eyes, darkening them to green.
“I’ll go with you,” he tells me.
“You can’t go to girl’s night.”
“You can’t go alone.”
“Yes, I can.”
He scrubs a hand down his clenched jaw. “If something happens to you…”
“It won’t.”
He stares at me a beat, before stalking across the room. “It better fucking not.”
I’m going to be honest here for a second. I’ve never had a girl’s night. I’ve never known a group of women to go out on the town with, and I have to admit, a tiny part of me is nervous. Not really knowing what to wear, but figuring it needs to be glam, I opted for a strapless sky blue dress.
