He went to her, laying his palms flat on the bed on either side of her. Without touching her body with his hands, he pressed his lips to one shoulder. She turned her head and watched as he moved his mouth across her collarbone, then down to capture one pink nipple.
She sucked in a loud breath as he caught her nipple between his teeth and wrapped his tongue around it, then pulled it fully into his mouth. He used his hand then, cupping the breast, holding it while he feasted on her flesh until she arched her back and fed him more. He used his other hand to pluck the nipple of her other breast until he moved his mouth to that one.
Greta dropped her head to the mattress, closed her eyes, and allowed him to love her breasts, her nipples, until they were sharp, tight points. Then he kissed her ribcage, her belly, and she opened her eyes again, watching his progress down to her lower belly. He teased her belly button and she laughed, reaching out to tangle her fingers in his hair.
He smelled her. Sweet, potent, like honey that he couldn't resist. He dropped to his knees and spread her legs apart, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and took a long swipe with his tongue.
Greta let out a low moan, and shuddered, then lifted her butt, silently asking for more. He smiled, and leaned forward, covering her sex with his mouth. He took her clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue, swirled around the tight bud, then lapped it, all the while watching her reaction, feeling the hot moisture surround his face.
"Mitch. Oh, God, Mitch, that feels so good." She tightened her hold on his hair as he licked the length of her, sliding his tongue inside her to taste her fully, then brought his fingers in to play with her clit while he licked her pussy.
She came in a burst of moans and lifts and hot cream. He held her while she bucked against him and gave him more than he could ever ask for. When she settled, he kissed her inner thighs, licked her clean, then climbed up her body, rolling onto his back on the bed so he could pull her on top of him. This first time, he wanted her to have all the control.
Panting, she bent down and kissed him, licked his lips. She smiled down at him and he loved the contented look on her face.
"Wow."
He pulled her hair away from her face and drew her mouth to his for another kiss. "I need to be inside you. Condoms are on the nightstand."
She reached over, pulled out a packet and handed it to him. He put on the condom and she straddled him, placing her hands on his chest while she settled on his cock.
Seething heat surrounded him as she slid over him, finally seated fully on him. He reached up to slide his palms over the hard peaks of her breasts as Greta began to rock back and forth against him, setting her own rhythm, dragging her clit against his pelvis.
He lifted, driving his cock deeper inside her, holding on to her hips but letting her take charge, not wanting to direct her or in any way make her feel like he was holding her down.
She didn't seem at all tense or nervous, instead focused on the two of them joined together, exactly the way he wanted her to be. She tilted her head back and rode him hard, her pussy squeezing his cock in a tight vise. He bit his lip as he watched this beautiful woman undulate against him. His balls tightened, filled, ready to burst, but he needed to hold back, wanting her to go again.
She dug her nails into his chest, dipped forward, her gaze shooting into his. He felt the spasms inside her and knew she was going to come again.
"That's it, come on," he urged, rocking upward, giving her more as she slid back and forth.
She held on-to his gaze as she let go, her pussy contracting around him in waves. And he let go too, digging his fingers into her hips and watching her beautiful face as he came in hot, hard torrents.
Greta collapsed onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, still shuddering with the aftereffects of what had been one incredible orgasm. He stroked her back, listened to her breathe, and kissed her sweat-dampened face. She finally rolled off and he stepped into the bathroom to clean up, then came back and rolled back onto the bed, pulling her into his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder, her palm against his chest.
He felt...content. Weirdly content. Like, not at all in a hurry to get this woman out of his suite, which was usually the case. He wanted to hold her in his arms all night.
"Thank you, Mitch. That was something I had to face, but I've been afraid to for so long. You made it...incredible."
"It was pretty incredible for me, too." He kissed the top of her head.
"I'm sure you have lots of sex. You don't have to say that."
"I'm not Hugh Hefner, Greta. I don't have a harem of women flocking to see to my every need."
She lifted her head. "You don't? My illusions are shattered."
He laughed and she laid her head down again.
"So now what?" she asked.
"Now we rest for a few minutes, and then we do it again."
"Oh good. I haven't done all night sex in...okay never."
He liked knowing that. He rolled to his side and pulled her to face him. "I'll call room service and order coffee. You're going to be up all night."
Chapter Eight
It was warm this afternoon. Greta was sweaty and the sun beat incessantly down on her body. Being so close to the roof of the motel wasn't helping cool her down any, either. But the job needed to be done, she'd put it off long enough. Decorations had to go up, and that included lights around the motel.
"Festive."
She shot her gaze down at Mitch who looked cool and unruffled in his board shorts and white tank top.
"Ho, ho, ho." She hung another light to the hook.
"Want me to help you?"
"No, thanks. I've got it covered."
"Wouldn't it go faster with some help?"
She blew out a breath and stared down at him. "Shouldn't you be at the Hyatt or Westin or something?"
He grinned. "I like this place."
"No you don't. You just like irritating me."
"Sheesh. Use a guy for sex one night, discard him the next day." He shook his head.
After a horrified glance around to make sure no one was around to hear him, she laughed, then flushed all over, remembering the night before. She'd tucked away her beautiful silver dress, convinced she was never going to wear it again, then put on her drudge clothes. The ball was over for this Cinderella. "I'm hardly the type to use and discard. Especially after only one use."
"So, you're saying you're a recycler."
"Uh huh."
"I'll hold you to that."
Her body flamed, but it wasn't from the hot sun. "You do that. Now go away and let me work."
He disappeared, and she went back to hanging lights, but almost fell off the ladder about ten minutes later when she saw him appear on the roof, walking up from the other side.
"What are you doing up there?"
He leaned over and helped her drag up the lights, deftly grabbing and latching them onto the hooks. "I told you, I'm helping."
"You can't. What if you fall off?"
He cocked his head to the side. "I never fall off."
"My liability insurance won't cover it, Mitch. I'm serious."
"I have plenty of insurance. Quit worrying."
Exasperated, she let him complete the other side while she finished the one she'd started.
"This is a little different than what you normally do, isn't it?" she asked.
He lifted his head. "Huh?"
"Board rooms, million dollar deals, fancy hotels and probably a supermodel on your arm while you're in a tux drinking champagne. Not quite the same thing as hanging off the roof of a beaten down old motel putting up old Christmas lights."
He stared at her until she grew uncomfortable. "Greta. I grew up here, remember? My parents lived in the same two-bedroom house for forty years. The house I painted myself three times. Not a great house, either. I used to climb up on my beat-up roof and hang old Christmas lights every year."
She'd forgotten that young Mitch ever existed. All she s
aw now was the flash, the money. The millionaire. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. But don't ever forget that I know what it's like to be without money. And don't look down on me just because I have it now. Because I busted my ass to get where I am."
She nodded, feeling awful. "Okay."
He slid his thumb across her cheek. "No tears or I'll have to drag you off that ladder and kiss you. Then what would the people on the beach think?"
She laughed and they went back to work. The job was completed in half the time thanks to his assistance. When she climbed down the ladder, he was right there to fold it and put it away in storage.
"Why are you doing this, Mitch?"
"Doing what?" he asked, storing the ladder on its side, then closing and locking the storage facility.
"Work. At my motel."
He shrugged. "Nothing better to do. Though your mom is bringing the kids back later for more surfing lessons."
Hands on her hips, she said, "You don't have to do that, either."
"I want to. I like your kids, Greta."
She cocked a brow. "Why do I feel like there's some ulterior motive in everything you do?"
"I don't know. I'm pretty direct about what I want. You know I want to buy your motel and I'll keep trying to convince you, but I'll be very up front about that. I don't believe in underhanded tactics or subterfuge. I keep my business separate from personal."
She felt bad for even thinking it. "Sorry."
"You should be. I'm here because I want to be. This is a stretch of beach I remember fondly from when I was a kid. I like it. I like being around your kids, too." He leaned in a pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. "And I especially like being around you."
She shuddered, stepping into the house. "You're bad for me."
Mitch shut the door behind him, locked it, and leaned her against the wall. "Yeah? How so?"
Her pussy swelled, moisture coating her panties. Just like that, she was aroused, ready, needy. "Because you make me want things I shouldn't."
He leaned in and pressed his lips against her neck. "Yeah? Like what?"
When he licked the column of her throat, her legs buckled. "Like that."
His hand covered her breast, pulled aside the material of her bikini top to cover her flesh, pluck at her nipple. He followed the action by dipping down and taking the already pulsing bud between his lips, devouring her with his hungry mouth until she banged her head against the wall. He turned his head to look at her, his eyes hard with passion.
"Mitch." His name fell from her lips in a throaty whisper that spoke of how deep in the throes of passion she was. He reached behind her and untied the strings of her bikini top, discarded it, filled his hands with her breasts, focusing on her face as he plucked at her nipples until her body burned. He had her wedged between himself and the wall, his knee between her legs, but she didn't mind this, had the freedom for her hands to roam over the exposed flesh of his shoulder, could push him back if she wanted to.
Oh, she didn't want to, in fact wanted to draw him closer, to feel the heat of his cock heavy and hard against her. As far as she was concerned, there was way too much distance between them. Those few inches of separation felt like miles.
"More," she whispered, pulling at his shirt to bring his mouth back to hers, his body in direct contact with all her pleasure points. His lips on hers, his body settled against hers, his cock rocking between her legs, only ratcheted up her craving for more.
She tore at his shirt, lifting it up to pull it over his head. He got her message loud and clear, undoing the strings of his board shorts. She watched him undress while she pushed her own shorts and panties down, kicked them to the side, spreading her legs, needing him with a desperation that bordered on insanity.
Maybe she was insane, out of her mind with this wild desire that had taken hold and gripped her from the inside out, making her lose all common sense. What was she doing making love with Mitch in the middle of the day?
Having fun. You're having fun, Greta. Let go.
He applied a condom, then he was there again, his skin touching her skin, his mouth on hers. He reached behind her to cup her bottom and arch her toward him, lifted one of her legs over his hip and used his hand to guide his cock toward her center, then tilted his head back.
"This okay for you?"
"Yes," was all she could manage before palming the back of his head and taking his mouth while at the same time he slid his cock inside her.
Yes! That's what she needed, Mitch buried deep. She pulsed around him, the heat of her body swelling to an inferno, her pussy surrounding him as he pulled back and slid deeper inside her. And then he lifted her off the floor and she wrapped both legs around his back, riding his cock while he held her, pushing her against the wall as he slammed into her again and again. He lifted her higher so he could take her nipples into his mouth, licking them, sucking them, driving her crazy with sensation that shot pleasure through her nerve endings.
"Look at me, Greta."
She met his gaze, and it was raw, filled with passion, the same need she felt swirling like a vortex inside her. It was so emotional, so incredibly erotic to see passion reflected in his eyes, to know that he felt what she felt.
She tightened, feeling the first strains of orgasm build deep within.
"That's it," he said, his jaw clenched tight, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks as he ground against her, splintering her. "I'm going to come, Greta. Come with me."
Her breathing went erratic, but this time it wasn't panic causing the heaping gulps of air she sucked in. It was giant pulses of bliss that zapped her from the inside out, tearing her apart as intense bursts of lightning-like pleasure gripped her in the throes of a climax that made her cry out and dig her nails into Mitch's shoulders.
He groaned, shuddered, pumping harder as her pussy spasmed around his cock in wave after wave, until she finally relaxed, the pulses lessening. Mitch eased his grip on her. He let her legs down and she touched the floor, but realized she had no balance, no strength. Mitch rested his forehead against hers and they both took long, deep breaths.
"It's a good thing I'm in good shape or you might just kill me."
She laughed. They disengaged and went into her bathroom to clean up. She couldn't help staring at Mitch's body as she watched him soap up in the shower. He caught her looking and grinned.
"Sorry. It's been a long dry spell for me," she said. "You might be in trouble if you hang around me."
He turned her around and soaped her back. "That's the kind of trouble I don't mind."
And she wouldn't mind having him hanging around, which really wasn't a good thing.
Because she knew it was only temporary. Soon enough, he'd be leaving. And the last thing she needed to do was become involved, attached, or in any way emotional about Mitch Magruder.
Mitch was becoming attached. That wasn't good for business.
But after spending the morning with Greta, and then the afternoon surfing again with her kids, he realized that it would be so easy to just...hang out with them. With all of them.
He liked kids just fine, and they always seemed to like him, but he didn't necessarily feel a need to spend a lot of time with them. The thing was, he really liked Jeff and Zoey, had a natural affection for both of them that had seemed to develop instantly. The three of them had bonded, they talked about anything and everything, and damn those kids were smart. And fun. They had no fear of the water, and hell, what wasn't there to like about that?
But he worried about them, about their futures, almost like a...parent.
He wasn't their father. The damn irritating thing was, they had no father. The man who should be responsible for them had bailed. And that wasn't right.
Greta was a wonderful mother, had made a ton of sacrifices for her kids, but he knew they needed more.
He could give them more, but what right did he have to interfere?
If she'd just accept his offer...
"You must be plann
ing a huge deal."
He turned at the sound of Don's voice. He'd asked Don to meet him at Rusty's Bar for a beer this afternoon. They shook hands and Mitch signaled the waitress for two cold ones. "I'm always planning a huge deal."
"That must be what put that look in your eyes. I know it wasn't Greta agreeing to sell the Crystal Sands."
"You know your sister that well, huh?"
Don laughed and accepted the bottle of beer the waitress set in front of him, took a long swallow and leaned back in the wide wood chair. "She thinks of that old rundown bucket of wood and nails as a monument to our old man. I loved our dad too, but she was Daddy's little girl. And when he left her that motel, she took it as a sign that he wanted her to keep it as some kind of memorial to him."
"Did he?"
Don shook his head and took another pull of his beer before answering. "I doubt it. Dad loved the Crystal Sands. He always had big plans for that place. Then again he had big plans for a lot of his projects."
"Like the fishing and boating business."
Don nodded. "Fortunately, that's a pretty lucrative piece of the pie. And I've been able to grow the business by adding a couple more boats and building onto the pier. Greta has no capital."
"I've offered."
"I know, I know," Don said, raising his hand. "But her thought processes are different. She's sentimental. She doesn't like change. And Cody...man, that sonofabitch did a number on her, Mitch."
"She told me some of it."
"He held the wallet. Managed the finances, controlled every penny she spent, where she was allowed to go. He laid a thumb over her."
As strong a personality as Greta was, he couldn't fathom her abiding that. "How did she put up with it?"
"I don't know," Don said, dragging his fingers through his thinning hair. "She put up with a ton of shit from that prick, all to protect the kids. He threatened them, threatened her that he'd take the kids and disappear. The best thing that ever happened to her was the day he left and agreed to the divorce."
"Asshole." Mitch made a mental note to track down Cody Mason and make his life a living hell.
"Anyway, after Dad died and gave her the motel, she finally had something that no one could take from her. So now she holds on to that motel like it's the only thing of value in her life. That and her kids. Because they're hers."