Necessary Detour by Kim Hornsby Read Free Book Online

she felt, he had the finely chiseled body she’d seen on screen and so far was doing very little with it. He was mostly gyrating around on top of her, fully clothed and kissing her neck. When he moved his hips back and forth on her pelvis he seemed to be concentrating on something. Whatever it was, it wasn’t her pleasure.
    She waited, slightly annoyed that he was so out of touch with her lack of interest. She tried to pull his shirt off but he reached up and grabbed it. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, like she was a naughty schoolgirl.
    Did he have shameful scars? A third nipple? It was dark in the bedroom. And besides, what would it matter? She was naked, and they were halfway to having sex, for God’s sake.
    Before she realized what was happening, he bit her bottom lip then thrust his tongue down her throat. His hand slid between them and with some fumbling against her thighs, Nikki felt something slightly inflated try to slip into the V of her pubic area. The image of a softened breadstick came to mind and Nikki froze, wondering what was happening. He barely had enough there to make the plunge, which ended up being more of a slip and slide. Two little shoves later, he collapsed in a heap on her, panting. Or was he pretending to pant? She wasn’t sure.
    Her face froze, her brow furrowed. The act was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, not that she’d had many lovers. Listening to him breathe too lightly to have climaxed, Nikki was hesitant to ask if he was done. With two hundred pounds of muscle, motionless on top of her, she wasn’t sure what was going on. His heart wasn’t pounding against her chest. He wasn’t trying to regain a normal breathing rate.
    “Is there anything I can do?” she whispered, stroking his back with one hand and reaching down with the other to wedge her hand in to assess the situation.
    “What? No.” He grabbed her hand quickly. “That was great.” He lifted himself off her and stood. His bikini briefs were in their preferred position with little to fill them. He quickly slid his pants up and zipped.
    Nikki gathered the covers around her, not wanting the sight of her multi-million dollar body accessible to a fully-clothed sex partner, sex being the questionable word. Besides some fiddling that she hadn’t recognized as the sex act, she was pretty sure they hadn’t consummated their tryst. True she’d only been with one man in the last twenty years but Burn liked videos and she’d watched plenty of actors pretending to have sex, people who probably fucked a lot in their private lives and knew how to do it.
    He sat on the side of the bed and slipped into his Ferragamos. Lucky for him his socks hadn’t come off during sex and it was easier to put himself back together.
    “Are you leaving?”
    “Yes, I’m sorry, love, I have an engagement, but thank you for dinner and …everything.” He glanced in the direction of Nikki’s sheet-covered crotch and playfully pinched her leg.
    “An engagement at midnight?”
    “Yes.” He looked incredulous that she doubted him. “Look, you are gorgeous. I have wanted to shag Goldy since I was a teenager, and I thank you for fulfilling this fantasy.”
    Since he was a teenager? How old did he think she was? Nikki knew for a fact that he was older than her. She slid back to lean against the pillows, the sheet still tightly gathered around her bodice. He hadn’t even unbuttoned his shirt and here he was insulting her.
    “When you were a teenager, I was singing in elementary school recitals.”
    He chuckled. “Let’s not get testy, Goldy.” The way he emphasized her name made her angrier. “We both know what this was.”
    It was now clear that he’d come here tonight to fuck Goldy. Not get to know Nikki and then make love to her. She should have just done him in the dressing room, in full Goldy regalia. Why had she thought he might be interested in Nikki?
    “Wait.” She’d try to save this. “We were having a nice time.