equal.
“Hey,” he said. “I thought we said goodbye.” To her surprise, his eyes were red. She didn’t put too much stock in it. It could have been from lack of sleep, or a bit of a wine hangover.
“Blaine Daniels. Software mogul,” she said. She opened her phone’s Internet browser and read aloud. “Founder of BMD Integrated Systems. Credited with revolutionizing meta data—” She didn’t even know how to pronounce what came next. “—something or other. Sold BMD Systems to Oracle for $750 million dollars in 2012.”
His face paled with her every word.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.
Blaine stood and began rinsing cups in the sink. “Now you know. Surprised you didn’t Google me before now.”
She laughed. “I didn’t have time to Google you. Besides, I’d rather get to know you the old fashioned way. By you telling me about yourself.”
He scrubbed harder.
“I can see keeping your background a secret if you were a convicted felon. But not if you’re a genius.”
He threw the washrag into the sink. “It’s not about being a genius—” He blushed. “Not that I am. Bill Gates is a genius. Stephen Hawking. I got pretty lucky.”
“That’s crap, Blaine. You should be proud of your accomplishments!”
He walked around the granite-covered island bench top. “Don’t you get it? How did you even know who I was?”
She blushed. “My mom told me. Some woman we know was stalking you out. She asked if I’d seen you at the marina.”
“See! These women come after me without knowing anything about me but my supposed bank account numbers.” He laughed. “They don’t know I put more than half of it into my charitable foundation. But I guess a few hundred million give or take doesn’t mean much to them.”
“So you thought I’d be like that? Just after your money?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ve been burned before. Seriously burned. “
“What happened?”
“Why did you come back here?”
Mia wanted to scream. “Why won’t you answer my questions? I know the truth now. Just tell me something!”
He spoke with his mouth, but not in the way she expected. He kissed her. He pinned both her arms to her sides and walked her backwards to the couch.
She fell into the cushions, and looked up at his hungry face. His blue eyes and clenched jaw destroyed all her resolve. She reached up and yanked his gym shorts toward his ankles. As always, he was already hard. She took his hot cock into her mouth. He groaned and buried his hands in her hair. “Mia, you’re so good at that. You’re so—” He thrust toward her, just a bit, and she had to pull away.
“I’m sorry—I can’t. You’re too…” She still found it hard to say such things.
He leaned over her. “It’s all right. But I—” His eyes went from hungry to pleading, and in that moment she was sure the redness that lingered had nothing to do with wine or sleepiness. “Please. Will you let me feel you again? Be inside you?” He nuzzled her neck. “Please, baby. I want to feel you, tight around me.”
“Yes—yes.” She didn’t even bother chastising herself anymore. Once this man touched her, there was no turning back.
“I want to see your bottom. I want to see me slide into you and watch you move on me.”
She obediently flipped onto her stomach and spread her legs. He slid a finger inside her, as if to make sure she was ready, and then placed a pillow under her hips. Her bottom lifted to meet his cock. He spread her cheeks just slightly and slid into her wetness.
They groaned together. She turned her head, so she could watch him watching her body. He shifted his hands from her hips to her ass and back again. The muscles in his lower abdomen clenched and released and clenched again. He bit his lower lip.
She pushed back against him and he reached under her belly. He found her