She’s given me privacy while I made phone calls to Allan and then to Gary. Debra’s work plan hasn’t changed, so I was able to let her just continue on with her research. Allan had taken the news in stride, better than I’d expected, to be honest, even suggesting that he expected me to have ties to properties in London, whether direct or indirect, and that my proposed site was tied up in my family’s trust was no different than it being with any other seller. In fact, he’d alluded to it even being preferable because family can be easier to deal with than corporate giants who are selling off large plots of prime real estate. I didn’t correct him that he didn’t know my family.

“Yes. It’s done. It’ll be all over the office in moments, I’m sure.” I lean back on the couch, running my fingers through my hair. I’ve made the same movement at least a dozen times as I paced about.

“If it’s any consolation, Tiffany didn’t know anything. I talked to her before I got in the shower because if I didn’t give her the London update, she probably would’ve been on the next plane here to pull it out of me.”

I blink slowly, my jaw tightening of its own accord.

“You can stop that question before it even makes it to air, Colton Wolfe. I didn’t tell her anything other than how beautiful London is, how amazing the hotel is, and that I joined the mile-high club. That part didn’t seem confidential. She said Dad is in Tennessee, but I didn’t want any more info than that because it didn’t seem right. Oh, and Sophie almost killed her sleeping on her chest. Apparently, my cat’s a slut and will straddle anybody who lies down in my bed.”

“Thank you for not saying anything else.” It’s all I can offer because I did have that split second of doubt. Not in Elle, per se, but just in people in general. I’ve found them to be backhanded and selfish far too often, and distrust is my gut instinct.

She comes over and sits beside me on the couch, her legs curled underneath her. “Of course I didn’t say anything. I said I wouldn’t and I didn’t.”

The reassurance shouldn’t be necessary, but it soothes me, anyway. Elle weaves her fingers into my hair, pulling me to her, and I go happily, my cheek resting on her breast.

“Today sucked ass.” The declaration makes me chuckle, and I nod. “What do you need? A hot bath, a strong drink, a long nap, a good fuck? What do you need to feel better, to wash all that suckage away?”

She’s a fucking angel. It’s the only explanation for a woman who would go through what we went through today, right at my side while I went to battle against my own father, and then offer kindness.

I nuzzle her breast, knowing the truth. “Fuck, Elle.” It’s both answer and exclamation, and she takes it as both.

“You wanna fuck me hard and rough? Get out all that aggression with a good pounding? Or do you want to lie back and let me fuck you? I can drain all that tension out and you won’t even have to move.”

“Fuckin’ hell, the way you talk to me. I love it.” I pull her into my lap, her knees on either side of my hips. Her robe falls open, revealing that she’s nude underneath, and I can’t help but grind up against her.

I cup her tits, squeezing them too hard, but she arches into my touch anyway, so I reward her with my tongue, tracing a circle around her nipple before pulling it into my mouth. Her cry is sharp, her nails sharper as she holds my head to her, demanding more.

I surge upward, standing, and she wraps her legs around me. I carry her to my bedroom, the only one we’ll be using tonight. The only one we’ll be using for the whole trip.

I let her slide down my body and lick the sweet curve of the shell of her ear. “I want to shove you face down on the bed, fuck you raw from behind until you think you can’t take it anymore, and then I want to feel your velvet walls grip me tight as I come inside you.”

“Okay.” Elle’s breathy and easy agreement sends all my blood south, and my already-hard cock turns to steel. She drops her robe and spins, climbing onto the bed. The image of her crawling on her knees, her ass and already wet pussy on display for me, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I rip my clothes off, giving zero fucks to where they land as I throw them. I have the good graces to trace my hands up her legs, from her ankles to the backs of her thighs, before spreading her ass, but that’s all the foreplay I can muster as I push her flat to the bed and straddle her.

I grip her hair gently, turning her to me, but it’s not for a kiss. “I dare you . . . to take all of me, Elle.” I hope it’s enough of a challenge before I unleash on her. I hope she understands it won’t always be like this, but after today, I need this, need inside her too badly.

“Just fuck me already, Colton.”

Fuckin’ ball buster, she is. I love it.

I slam inside her, bottoming out in one stroke. I feel her thighs clench together, trying to keep me from riding her so deep, but I spread her ass further and slip in again. I watch my cock disappear into her pussy, coming out shining with her honey.

My hands wrap around her waist, pinning her to the bed, and I fuck her. Hard and rough, deep and powerful, I thrust into her again and again. Her cries of pleasure urge me on, though I’m so lost to my own pleasure that I’m barely giving any thought to hers.

Right selfish bastard, but I can’t do anything else but ride her.

Her walls clamp down on me, that tell-tale sign that she’s close to coming even if I haven’t touched her clit, haven’t stroked her G-spot.

“Come, Elle. I need you to come. Please.” I’m an utter arse, but some small part of me knows that if she comes, it’ll make my rough treatment of her less damning.

She moans low and loud, almost as animalistic as my own grunts, and then groans, “Now.”

The first few quivers of her pussy around my cock are all it takes. Bright white heat jolts down my spine, and I come hard, filling her with rope after rope of cum. She pulses around me, our bodies and our voices in symphony together.

As it ends, I collapse over her, keeping the bulk of my weight off her but needing to explain. To apologize. To say something.

“Next time, I’ll take my time with you, worship every inch of your skin with my tongue, my fingers. Whatever you want.”

She’s boneless and still panting. “I fucking want more of whatever we just did.”

Surprised, I sit up, angling to see the blissed-out smile on her face. I just rutted into her like a beast and she’s raring for another go.

“You’re . . . wow.” I know that she described my family the same way earlier, but I think she’s the truly spectacular one here.

“And then we can do the soft and slow worshiping thing. Just give me ten minutes and one of those ten-dollar water bottles and I’ll be ready to roll.”

Though some might disagree, I’m not a stupid man. I get up and get the lady a water bottle and don’t mention that they’re fifteen dollars.

Chapter 25

Elle

The sound of birds reaches my ears, and I sigh, snuggling up in the soft feather bed and humming happily. Jet lag be damned, being put to sleep with a triple string of toe-curling orgasms will knock anyone out for a good eight hours.