Complications by Cat Grant Read Free Book Online

luck that Nick and I ended up together for as long as we did.”
    “Wow. I had no idea.”
    “Did you think Barbara was the first woman I’d ever slept with?”
    “I never gave it much thought. I guess I always just assumed you were exclusively gay.”
    “Not always,” he replied softly, memories flooding back—and with them, a twinge of pain. “In fact, the first person I ever had sex with was a woman. She was one of my mother’s friends, stuck in a rotten marriage to one of my dad’s business associates. The year I turned sixteen, they came to our house upstate for the Christmas holidays. She dragged me into one of the bedrooms and seduced me.”
    “Jesus,” Ally breathed. “Did your parents ever find out?”
    “Oh, God, no. It would’ve destroyed my mother. But at the time, I thought I’d discovered the key to paradise. She actually preferred oral sex to intercourse, and I was happy to oblige her. I didn’t see her very long, but she taught me a lot about giving women pleasure.”
    “Her loss, my incredible gain.” Ally grinned, then downed the rest of her coffee in one gulp. “Now, what was that you said about pastries?”
    They went back to the kitchen to gorge themselves on napoleons from Eric’s favorite French patisserie, washed down with more coffee. Ally licked every last crumb off her fingers, then sat back with a contented groan. “Good food, great company, fantastic sex—you really do intend to spoil me, don’t you?”
    “If that’s a complaint, you’ll have to do better.” He stood and held out his hand to her. “In fact, I’d be glad to spoil you all night long if you’d like.”
    Laughing, they practically sprinted to the bedroom. Ally fell back on the bed and pulled him down on top of her, the bedsprings squealing in protest. At last Eric grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her down, kissing her until she demanded, “You going to fuck me or just tease me?”
    Not exactly the cue Eric had been waiting for, but it’d do. He scooted off the bed and grabbed a condom from the bedside table, then started unbuttoning his shirt. “Is it all right if I actually undress this time?”
    “Do whatever you want, but hurry up!”
    Evidently rampant arousal had short-circuited Ally’s brain. She’d managed to get off her blouse and bra, but the intricacies of the button and zipper on her jeans eluded her. Eric had them undone in three seconds flat, then grabbed her pant legs, skinning them down and off onto the floor.
    Time to try something different—something he was sure she’d love. Gently but firmly, he rolled her onto her stomach, nudged her thighs apart and entered her from behind, sinking in balls-deep with one long, deep stroke. She was so wet, he nearly slipped out when he started to move, her moans and cries spurring him to go faster.
    He draped himself over her back, burying his face in her soft, sweet-smelling hair, biting and kissing her throat. Her breath puffed hot and rapid on his skin, rent with broken sobs. “Am I hurting you?” he rasped.
    She shook her head and lifted her hips, giving him a better, deeper angle of penetration, and— oh, fucking God —he almost lost it on the spot. A few more short, stuttering strokes, and orgasm crashed into him like a tsunami, dragging him under to drown.
    Once the world came back into focus, he dropped a kiss onto Ally’s shoulder and got up to take a shower. She moaned softly and turned over, already senseless to anything but sleep. He shut the door quietly, startled to see Nick’s old flannel robe still hanging alongside his own. He’d thought his housekeeper had packed it up and shipped it back to Nick, along with the other things he’d left behind.
    Guilt’s bony fingers clutched at him, but Eric shook it off. Nick was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. Time to stop dwelling on the past and move on.
    He dialed the water temperature up to scalding and stepped under the needle-like spray, letting it wash away his last