She bucked, nearly pushing him off her. He pinned her legs on either side of her head and picked up tempo. Plunging into her pussy again and again, slamming into her in mindless passion. Her body hummed and vibrated with increasing intensity, her eyes closing in ecstasy.
“Fly for me, Terri. Fall apart for me.”
Her eyes flew open when she reached fever pitch, her mouth dropping open in a perfect “O” as her body convulsed around him. Her orgasm triggered his. Rod yelled as pleasure shot up his spine and tore through him.
He didn’t know where he got the strength to roll over without collapsing on top of her. He pulled her close, tucking her under his chin, both of them drenched in sweat.
“Rod,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said softly, pressing a kiss on her sweat-drenched hair.
“You’re close to breaking my ribs.”
He hadn’t realized he was holding her so tight. He relaxed, but thoughts raced through his head. Thoughts that didn’t make sense. No, he couldn’t keep her or ask her to stay with him. This was a one-night thing. Maybe after he made love to her again, his world would go back to normal. He loved his world the way it was. Hookups, mindless sex, and gambling were in his comfort zones. He’d make love to her one more time, and she’d be out of his system.
“I’m starving. Do you want something to eat?” he asked.
She lifted her head. “Yes.”
“Good. I’ll order something.” He reached for the hotel phone and dialed.
~*~
Terri listened to Rod tell someone to bring them food and traced his jawline with her eyes before moving down to his wide chest. He was a large man with a powerful body, yet he wasn’t intimidating. Everything about him was aesthetically pleasing. He pulled her back into his arms and draped a leg over her hips as though trapping her with his body.
“Tell me, Rod,” she whispered, stroking his thigh. “What do you do for XSN?”
“I’m in acquisition. I love to win, so I spend most of my time wheeling and dealing. In fact, I just got back from acquiring a small publishing press. They publish comic books.”
“Let me guess. Extreme sports.”
He chuckled. “What do you have against sports?”
“Nothing. I happen to love sports.”
He lifted her chin and caressed her cheek, his touch gentle. “Like what?”
“Sex.” She moved her knee and brushed his cock. It stirred. “If you haven’t noticed, I happen to enjoy it.”
He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. He kissed her forehead. “Best sport ever.”
“So why a comic book publisher? And don’t ask what I have against comics. I don’t. As a child, when life became unbearable, I’d spend hours at the library with my nose buried in comics.”
He chuckled. “I crawled under the blanket with a flashlight, so no one knew I was awake. The noises and sounds from the other rooms would disappear when Batman was on duty.”
“DC fan?”
“Both.”
Terri laughed. “Me too. I don’t understand the rivalry. DC pioneered comics and Marvel built on it, but both kicked things into high gear by creating hundreds of characters and storylines. Were you friends with the librarian too?”
“Oh, yes. She kept new releases for me. When I turned seventeen, I decided to thank her.” A sexy smile curled his lips. “Regularly.”
“Oh no, you didn’t.” Terri sat up and smacked him on the chest. “You seduced the librarian. That’s wrong on so many levels.”
His smile turned smug. He ran his knuckles along her shoulder. “I had no money to buy her gifts, and at seventeen, I could pass for twenty-something and”—he wiggled his eyebrows—“I already had mad skills.”
She snickered. “I bet she knew you were underage.”
“I made sure my age wasn’t an issue. I got whatever books I wanted and made her one happy woman.”
Terri was surprised at the spark of possessiveness. Hating it, she wiggled, until he lifted his leg. She changed positions, sprawled on his chest, and propped her chin to look into his eyes.
“I wish I had known you then. Sometimes, I had to wait for months to get a copy of Scooby-Doo and the gang.”
“I would have shared mine with you.” He ran a hand down her back and rested one large hand on her butt cheek.
She frowned, remembering how Paul would buy copies and refuse to share unless she gave in to his demands. He’d always wanted a piece of her soul in return. The asshole.
Rod traced her eyebrow. “What is it?”
“Tell me more about your childhood. Any brothers or sisters? Are your parents still alive?”
“If I tell you, will you answer one question for me?”
She stiffened. “Depends.”
“It’s nothing damaging or revealing.” She studied him with sober eyes and he stared right back at her, his gaze reassuring. His hand left her butt and slowly moved up her back to her shoulder, his touch gentle, soothing. When he reached her cheeks, he traced a line along her jawline. “I’d never use what you tell me against you.”
“Okay, but don’t make me regret this. There’re certain things I can’t talk about.”
“Deal. I was an only a child. My father disappeared after making my mother pregnant. I didn’t hear from him again, until I was featured in some magazine after my company was publicly traded. Then he wanted to introduce me to my half sisters and brothers. I told him to take a hike.” He frowned. “I’m happy Mother wasn’t around to see that. She worked hard to forget him and provide for me, but I was a constant reminder of their past together because I look just like him. She never got over him and tried to forget him in the arms of other losers. I didn’t understand that shit at first, but my librarian friend explained it.” He chuckled as though remembering the past. “I’m grateful she put food on the table and clothes on my back until I could fend for myself, but it wasn’t my job to make her happy. The day I left for college…” He stopped, a weird look crossing his face.
“What happened?”
“She told me the scholarship was wasted on me because I was my father’s son. I didn’t know how much she resented me for looking like him until that day. So I set out to prove her wrong.”
Terri stroked his face. She didn’t think anyone could have a more heartbreaking story than hers. A mother’s love was the one thing a child should always count on. Her mother had always put her children first. If she ever found out about Paul, she would go to prison to confront him.
“I’m sure she regretted it, Rod. She must have been proud of you.”
There was a knock at the door before he could answer.
“That’s our food. Up.” He smacked her ass. The sting was barely there, but she was surprised by the way her body reacted. A zing shot straight to her clit.
She rolled over. “You start that and I’ll deliver a few of my own.”
“I’m counting on it.” He grabbed his robe and shrugged it on. “Come on, my lusty wench. You don’t have to wear anything, if you like.”
She snickered. He would probably enjoy that, the impossible man. She went to the bathroom for a robe. Voices came from the dining room, then silence followed. The servers must have left. She was tempted to drop the robe. She followed the scent of food.