While the pig liked carrots and fresh vegetables, she was careful with his diet and mostly fed him pig feed. She was hungry, too, so she dug through the bags for the snacks she’d requested. Finding crackers and cheese, she sat down on one of the stools at the bar in his immaculate kitchen and ate.
Some time later, he padded into the kitchen behind her, and leaned in and kissed her neck. “Want to go out and grab some dinner?”
She glanced at the clock and saw it was almost nine at night. She was a little irritated at him. He’d worked all day, ignoring them. “Now?”
“Now,” he agreed. “I’m finished for the day.”
How thoughtful, she thought dryly. “It’s kind of late and I’m not sure we should leave Gregory unattended. When he’s scared, he chews on things.”
“Ah.” He leaned in and kissed her neck again. His hand ran down her arm, caressing her. “I ignored you, didn’t I? I’m sorry. You must be starving. Pizza?”
She caved a little at that. He wasn’t used to having someone around all day. “Pizza’s fine. Thank you.”
Travis continued to nip at her neck, brushing aside her hair. He texted something into his phone, and then set it down, wrapping his arms around her waist. “My assistant will be by with one in about a half hour.”
Risa was beginning to feel sorry for his assistant. “All right.”
He tugged on her shirt, untucking it from her waistband. “That gives us plenty of time for a little privacy. Come into the living room with me.”
She only hesitated for a moment, then slid down from the stool. He linked her hand in his and led her back into the living room. He sat down on the couch and then tugged her down until she straddled him on the couch.
“Much better,” he said, running a hand down her back.
Uncomfortable, Risa felt tense and awkward in his embrace. Her weight was pressing down on his thighs, and the last thing she wanted was to crush him. “Am I too heavy?”
He shook his head, kissed the soft bend in her arm. “I like you the way you are. Soft and delicious in my arms.”
“You can melt a girl with your words.”
His eyes gleamed wickedly, and she forgot all about how he’d worked all day long and ignored her. “Good.”
Risa leaned in to kiss him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her br**sts pressed against his chest. She could feel his erection pushing up against the cradle of her sex. His hand moved between them, fingers brushing against her nipple, and she gasped against his mouth.
“Been waiting all day to touch you again,” he said softly, his thumb moving back and forth against her nipple, hardening it to an aching peak. “Couldn’t wait to pull you in my arms again. I kept getting distracted during my meetings.”
He’d noticed her? Even when she’d thought he was busy? She was going to have to prance around the apartment in nothing but her panties next time, then. She kissed him to let him know how pleased that made her, and was rewarded with a tiny thrust of his hips, forcing that hard length against her core. Pleasure rocked through her and she rolled her hips against him, eliciting a groan from him.
“Take your shirt off,” he told her, sliding his hand under her clothing to caress her belly.
She lifted her arms and dragged her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. His mouth latched on to her nipple through her bra, tugging at the peak and she moaned, her fingers digging into his hair. Oh God. She wanted more of his mouth, more of him. She needed him deep inside her again. She ached to have him seated deep.
He dragged his teeth over her nipple, then rolled his tongue against it, leaving the lace of her bra wet from his ministrations. He turned to her other breast, using his mouth on her nipple as he teased the other with his fingers.
She thought she’d go mad from how good it felt, and couldn’t stop rocking over his cock, the small movements as involuntary as the passionate whimpers that escaped her throat.
After a moment, he lifted his head. “Condoms.”
Risa nodded and rolled to the side of him, sitting on the couch in a daze, still in her bra and her jeans. He leaned over and pressed another hard kiss to her mouth. “Get naked for me while I grab one.”
Another burst of pleasure shot low in her belly at his command, and she nodded. While he left the room, she unhooked her bra and discarded it, then shimmied out of her jeans. She was just about to step out of her panties when she remembered.
His assistant was going to be here soon with the pizza.
Alarmed, she grabbed her shirt just as he returned, naked except for his boxers. He immediately returned to her side and began to run his hands along her body, teasing her naked br**sts, sliding down her belly, and dipping into the slick lips of her pu**y.
She almost dropped her shirt, her knees went so weak. “But what about your assistant?”
Travis circled her clit lightly, holding her body against him. “She won’t come in. She’ll just ring the doorbell and leave it for us. Get back down on the couch for me.”
“It’s leather,” she protested.
He shrugged, and then tugged her down to the floor, onto the thick white rug.
Well, hell, she couldn’t argue with that. Risa slid to her knees, and when he removed his boxers and began to roll on the condom, she lay back on the plush rug and just admired the sight of him, looming over her, his c**k hard and ready for her.
God, he was magnificent. She was in way over her head, and she absolutely did not care.
Travis moved over her, tugging her legs apart. She gladly spread her legs for him, raising her hips in a suggestion of what she wanted.
And then he was on top of her, kissing her, and his c**k sank deep inside her in a sudden move that made her gasp with pleasure. He stroked inside her, hard, and she clung to his neck, surprised at his ferocity. Surprised . . . and turned on. His next stroke was just as fierce, and she was soon swept away in each rocking thrust that seemed determined to push her across the carpet. It was possession and ownership in each plunge of his c**k into her body, and she felt owned and dominated by him.
And she loved it.
It seemed they had just started, she had just begun to lose herself in the pleasure when that incredible tension began to build in her hips. She moaned, rising to meet him with every harder thrust. And then she was coming, his name a gasped, choked sound, her pu**y clenching tight around him. He continued to f**k her, his movements more forceful, harder and more erratic, until he came as well, with a hoarse shout. His body locked over hers, stiffening, and he gave a final rolling thrust before collapsing on top of her.