And still he stroked into her, as if he had control of iron and was determined to drive her wild.
Her nails dug into his back, and then her hands slid to his bu**ocks, driving him harder into her. She needed more from him. Needed this intensity to spiral out of control and take her with it. It was so good that she didn’t want it to ever end—and yet she wanted to shatter in that moment. “Oh God, Travis, you’re incredible,” she blurted, and then immediately felt embarrassed that she’d said something so clearly adoring.
He simply groaned and leaned in, biting at her lip. “Risa. Sweet Risa.”
Her name on his lips sent a shiver of pleasure through her, and she tightened her thighs around him, driving him deeper into her with each thrust.
“Travis,” she breathed again, tasting his name on the next thrust.
As if sensing what she needed, he leaned closer still and murmured her name back to her. “Risa.”
It was that throaty whisper of her name that made every muscle in her body tense, made her pu**y clench, and made the orgasm jolt through her body again, driving her back to the brink for the second time that night.
Travis growled her name one more time and his thrusts grew jerky, wild, and then he sank over her, his own pleasure sated.
The room grew really, really quiet. Risa lay in the darkness, afraid to move. He lay on top of her body, his skin damp with exertion, his chest mashing her br**sts into twin pancakes. His weight was constricting her breathing, but he felt so incredible that she didn’t want to complain. She wanted him to stay in her arms forever.
But then he rolled to the side and got up, disposing of the condom, and the moment was gone.
She lay in the bed, staring up at the ceiling, almost afraid to wonder what came next. A quick thank-you and then shuffling back to his room? Getting himself another drink in the hopes of forgetting that he’d shared a quick pity f**k with his grandmother’s unattractive assistant?
To her surprise, she felt the bed dip and his big form move back into bed next to her. His arms wrapped around her from behind and tugged her close to him. He was . . . snuggling.
Before she could think of this with wonder, he was asleep and lightly snoring in her ear.
Risa smiled and wrapped her hand around his. Because, somehow, that was okay, too. It made this fantasy seem just a little bit real. That Travis Jesson, sex god and billionaire, was just a little bit human, and snored when he drank.
For some reason, she liked seeing that he wasn’t perfect. It brought him closer to her level. Just a touch.
* * *
When Travis awoke the next morning, he was in a strange bed with a curvy, plump bottom nestled against him. His morning wood turned into a full-blown erection.
The woman curled up against him sighed in her sleep and wiggled just a little closer, brushing her ass against his c**k again.
Sleepiness fell away, along with the morning fog. He’d slept with Risa, his grandmother’s assistant. He could blame it on the alcohol, but the truth of the matter was that he hadn’t been drunk enough to lose his senses. He’d simply wanted her in his bed. The alcohol was merely an excuse.
Of course, she was still in bed with him. He saw no reason why he shouldn’t take advantage of that.
He skimmed an exploring hand over the curve of her hip. More generous than the last few women he’d dated, but he liked that. She was soft and pleasant to touch, her pale skin dappled with freckles. She was naked next to him, too. He liked that as well.
Travis slid a hand over her rounded belly, and then cupped her pu**y. She moaned, pressing back against him harder, and he had to bite back a moan of his own.
So deliciously responsive. A man could get used to that.
Suddenly, she rolled over, her eyes flying open to look at him.
He paused, his hand not moving from her sex. Looked down at her. Waited to see what she wanted. If she wanted him to get off of her, he would. If she wanted him to keep touching her, he’d definitely do that.
Her blue eyes went soft at the sight of him against her, and her gaze went to his mouth. Her fingers reached up and brushed his jaw, where his five o’clock shadow grew. “God, you’re sexy in the morning.”
That wasn’t a no. Excellent.
He leaned over to kiss her neck and she shivered, her hand sliding up to dig her fingers into his rumpled hair. Her hips lifted as his fingers slipped between the folds of her pu**y and began to stroke her. Within moments, she was whimpering low in her throat, her flesh wet with need against his hand.
Good, because he wasn’t going to last long.
Travis grabbed a condom from her dresser drawer, put it on, and then tugged her hips back against him. Her ass was full and round, and for some reason that was exciting to him. He liked the feel of it against him. He lifted one of her thighs, murmuring encouragement to her, and then thrust into her from behind.
She arched back against him, crying out. Her hips bucked with his next thrust, pushing back. He let his fingers glide over her clit even as he thrust again, wanting to bring her along with him. He pumped into her with another quick stroke, rubbing her clit harder. Her mouth fell open, her eyes closed as she rocked her hips in response, her hand covering his as if to drag him away from her.
To his surprise, she wasn’t stopping him from rubbing her clit. Instead, she grasped his hand and pushed his fingers against her flesh, hard, rubbing with a ferocity that he wouldn’t have thought to use.
It made him wild.
He bit her neck, then her shoulder, even as he rubbed and pushed harder against her sensitive flesh. She was sucking in small breaths now, her throat catching with every rough stroke of his fingers, every forceful stab of his cock. He could feel her muscles tensing against him as she rocked, her movements becoming erratic.
Her pu**y began to clench around him, quivering with her orgasm. She made a strangled little sound in her throat that was about the sexiest damn thing he’d ever heard, and that pushed him over the edge. He bit down on her shoulder again, teeth locked into her soft flesh as he came, pumping into her.
When he could breathe again, he lifted his head and kissed the bite mark he’d left on her shoulder. She was looking at him with a dazed, sleepy gaze that was almost . . . adoring.
Then she glanced over at the alarm clock. Her mouth lifted in a sad smile. “Nine A.M. I guess you should get going soon? You’re probably busy.”
Travis frowned. He was supposed to be busy today, yes. He was pretty sure there was a business meeting in about a half hour that he was going to end up missing. He didn’t care. He didn’t feel like going anywhere right at the moment. “Why? You trying to get rid of me?”