Chapter 37

Ifelt guilty as hell, but I told myself Sloane was fourteen and fine. She didn't need me hovering. Holly was going to stay the night with Sloane. My guilt stemmed from lying to Sloane and leaving her alone. It wasn't necessarily a big lie. It was a business trip. Even if the trip wasn't entirely necessary.

I could have easily handled things from our New York office, but Graham and I both jumped at the chance to go back to Boston. This time, there wouldn't be any mix-ups with the rooms. I made the reservation for a single room.

I had confided in Holly, revealing what was really happening. Sloane assumed my business trip to Boston was just another trip. No big deal. Little did she know this trip might very well change our lives. If Graham and I were able to work out some of the remaining resentment, it would be the start of a new relationship. One that Sloane would eventually know about.

But I didn't want to get ahead of myself. Forcing things rarely worked out for anyone.

I checked the time, nervous and anxious. I knew what would happen once we got to Boston. I craved his touch. Being alone with him was all I could think about. We were leaving straight from the office, which meant I wouldn't be seeing Sloane before we left.

Because I was a Nervous Nelly, I decided to call Holly one last time to make sure she was okay hanging out with Sloane.

"Hey, Holly," I said when she answered. "I just wanted to check in and see if you're sure this is okay."

"We'll be fine for one night, Isadora," she assured me. "It's not like I haven't done this before."

"Am I a terrible mom?" I groaned. "I'm leaving town to have sex with my daughter's father that she only just found out about."

Holly chuckled on the other end of the line. "Isadora, you're not a terrible mom. You deserve to be happy too, you know. And besides, Sloane seems excited. I think she wants to talk to her cool aunt about everything that's been going on. With no lame parents around."

I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for Holly's understanding. "Thank you. I appreciate your support more than you know."

"Anytime, Isadora. Now go and enjoy your trip. You deserve it. Sloane and I have big plans."

I laughed. "I can only imagine."

"I might have bought the new VR thing," she said.

"You didn't!"

"I did. I thought it would be fun. Since Sloane can't really physically do anything, she can live in virtual reality."

"That's a good idea," I agreed. "Smart thinking."

"I'm not just a pretty face. Now go. Have fun. Get laid. And for the love of God, use a condom. We know how fertile you two are."

"Thanks for the advice." I laughed, feeling my cheeks turning just a little red. There was a soft knock on my door. I looked up to see Graham leaning against the doorframe. "Ready?"

"Yes. I was just checking with Holly to make sure she's all set."

"Feeling guilty?"

I smiled and shrugged a shoulder. "A little. I hate lying to our daughter. Even though this is a good lie."

"It isn't a total lie," he reasoned. "There is business to attend to."

"Yes, but the business can be done remotely."

It was unlikely we were ever going to leave the hotel room, but it was a little white lie, and hopefully it would lead to a happy ending for all of us.

We left the office separately, but he was waiting in the lobby for me. I was sure Spencer knew what we were up to, but we didn't want the rest of the office to gossip just yet. In the back of the car, I could feel Graham looking at me. I glanced over and smiled. I knew exactly what he was thinking.

Sex.

We were both aching for it.

We quickly boarded the jet, sitting beside each other. Unable to resist the magnetic pull of desire, he reached out and took my hand. It wasn't enough. I pulled my hand free and rested it on his thigh, feeling the strength of his muscles through his pants.

I could see the fire in his eyes when I looked up at him. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped it over his lap. I grinned up at him, understanding what he wanted. I used one hand and quickly undid his pants, slipping my hand inside. Heat radiated from his thick cock, hardening in my hand. Graham groaned softly and leaned closer, his lips brushing against my neck.

"I can't wait any longer," he whispered.

He pulled me onto his lap, his hands exploring every inch of my body. The urgent need between us was palpable. He slipped his hand up my skirt, rubbing his fingertips over my damp panties while I stroked his length. We were inches from actual sex.

"I need you," I begged.

"I have plans for us tonight," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But I don't want to spoil them. I'd rather tease you until then."

A shiver of anticipation raced down my spine at his words, my body thrumming with the sweet ache of desire. By the time our jet touched down in Boston, we were both trembling with anticipation.

We quickly adjusted our clothing before we disembarked and made our way to the waiting car. My body was vibrating with need. I didn't know how much longer I could wait.

He checked in for us while I hung back, biting my lower lip while I watched him from behind. I could not wait to get my hands on his body. He glanced over his shoulder once, giving me a look that said he was on the same page.

We wasted no time making our way to our suite. The moment we stepped inside, Graham pulled me close, his lips crushing against mine in a searing kiss. I moaned softly into his mouth, the hunger between us reaching a fever pitch.

He pushed me onto the bed, kissing his way down my neck. "You drive me wild," he growled, breathing ragged.

With a sigh, I arched up into his touch, wanting him just as desperately as he wanted me. I had been on the verge of climax for the last thirty minutes. I knew the moment he touched me I would explode.

"Patience," he proclaimed, pulling away just enough to study me. My body writhed under his gaze, my movements desperate and eager. I was daring him to continue, urging him to finally indulge in our shared desire.

"Enough," I gasped, pulling him back toward me with a force that surprised us both. His chuckle in response sent shivers down my spine and he obliged by leaning in again, his kisses a bitter-sweet torture.

His hands began to travel further downward. I bit back a moan of anticipation. He flipped me onto my stomach and quickly undid my skirt before jerking it down. His hand brushed over my ass, squeezing once. I looked behind me, watching. He undid his pants, pushed them down along with his briefs, and exposed his full length.

"Hurry," I begged. "I'm dying for you."

He chuckled, drew a condom from the wallet in his back pocket, and kicked his pants off, sending them flying across the room. He tore open the wrapper and rolled it on. "I've been waiting for this moment for too long."

He bent over me once again. My feet hung off the edge of the bed and scraped over the coarse hair on his legs. I could feel his body against mine, hard and insistent. He brushed my hair to the side, his lips meeting the nape of my neck in a tender kiss that made me shiver with delight. His hands traced the curve of my spine, a trail of heat following his touch. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly lowered them, exposing me to his heated gaze.

His strong hands massaged my ass gently before he positioned himself between my thighs. I could feel his arousal pressing into me, causing a searing wave of desire to crash over me.

"Are you ready?" he asked in a husky whisper, his breath tickling the skin of my back, making me shudder in anticipation. His fingers traced a scorching path down my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"I need you," I gasped in reply, wriggling beneath him in an attempt to bring him closer.

"I know," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I need you too." With that, he moved slowly, easing himself into me. "Oh shit, you're so wet."

A groan escaped my lips, a sound of pure pleasure that echoed through the room. His body pressed me into the mattress. He didn't move. My pussy walls throbbed around his cock. I could feel the familiar heat spiraling through me.

"Oh God," I groaned. "Don't move."

He pushed inside me just a little deeper. I cried out as the orgasm hit me. His lips trailed down my neck, a low hum of satisfaction resonating from him as he tasted my skin. I could feel his smile against my shoulder, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh. He held himself still deep inside me, allowing me to ride out the orgasm that was still coursing through me in delicious waves.

"I love the feel of you," he whispered huskily into my ear, sending tremors down my spine that had nothing to do with the aftermath of the orgasm. "I love the little whimpers you make and the way your body clamps down on mine, squeezing and pulling me deeper inside."

"Me too," I managed to say.

He slowly started moving again, his thrusts coming in a gentle rhythm. His hand slid around my waist, his fingers trailing over my sensitive skin. His touch sent fresh waves of pleasure coursing through me. He pulled me up, bringing me to my knees with my face still resting against the bed. His hand slid around. A single finger dipped lower, tantalizingly close to my throbbing clit. I moaned, arching my back and pushing back against him in a silent plea for more.

"Wait," he murmured. "I'm going to make you come again and again." His hand retreated from my swollen bud, leaving me panting and desperate. I whimpered softly, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure wane slightly.

His hand returned to my hip, guiding our movements as he thrust deeper. His body was hard and insistent, pressing into me with a tantalizingly slow rhythm.

Suddenly he stopped moving. He pushed my blouse up, exposing my back. It took him less than a second to unhook my bra. I leaned up on one arm to pull my blouse over my head. His kiss landed on my shoulder, then trailed along my spine, sending electrifying shivers through my body. I was enveloped in the sensation of him—his smell, the heat of his skin, the firm grip of his hands, the delicious feeling of him deep inside me.

"Look," he ordered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Turning my head to the side, I found our reflection in the mirror over the dresser. I gasped at the sight of us. His thick arm was wrapped around my waist, the muscles flexing as he held me steady with his body over mine in the most possessive, primal way.

His hand slid up from my belly to cup my breast, thumb teasing my pebbled nipple. A low moan caught in my throat as he pinched lightly, smiles playing on our lips in the mirror.

"I want to watch you come again," he rasped, his voice husky with desire as he continued to stroke over my nipple. He wrapped his free arm around me tighter, pulling me flush against him.

His eyes met mine in the mirror, the lustful glint in them sparking an intense wave of desire through me. His thrusts became more and more insistent. His hand left my breast, grabbing both of my hips with his fingers digging into the flesh. A slow fire burned in my lower belly.

"Watch," he ordered.

I looked in the mirror once again. His teeth grazed my shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine in the reflection. His fingers dug deeper into my hips as he began to move harder and forcefully. My eyes fluttered shut as I moaned out, but they snapped back open when he growled. "Keep your eyes open. Watch us."

I obeyed, unable to tear my gaze from the sight of us. The intensity of his stare was heady, making the room spin a little. His thrusts quickened, becoming more relentless and powerful. The sight of his body moving rhythmically against mine only heightened my arousal.

I lost myself in the moment, crying out in pure ecstasy. His loud grunts and hisses echoed throughout the room, amplifying the feeling of raw intimacy between us. His hand slipped lower once again, fingers grazing my sensitive nub. The sudden stimulation caused a chain reaction, sending me spiraling toward another orgasm.

"Can you feel it?" he rasped into my ear, his voice gravelly with desire. "Can you feel how much I want you?"

"Yes," was all I managed to gasp out before I came undone around him yet again. The wave came crashing down on me, pulling me under in its relentless tide of pleasure. His own orgasm knocked me flat on my belly with his body pumping into mine. When he finally stopped, neither of us moved.

"Wow," he murmured against my ear. "Fuck. Wow."

I laughed, unable to do anything else. I didn't have the strength to form words.