I Slept With My Fiancé's Hot Uncle novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: One Night

Keeva spends the night with Costa on her own terms and leaves at dawn; her father calls, begging her not to make trouble at today's lunch.

Costa got the door open with one hand and kept the other on my waist.

The room was dark except for the city in the window.

I heard the lock click behind us.

"The door is locked," he said, close to my ear. "You're not going back to that elevator tonight."

"Good," I said. "I didn't come up here to leave."

He turned me around and pressed me against the door.

His mouth came down on mine, slower than in the elevator, and so thorough that my knees gave a little.

I got both hands under his shirt.

His skin was hot, and his stomach went tight under my palms.

He pulled back long enough to look at me.

"Tell me what you want, Keeva."

Nobody had asked me that in two years.

I felt my eyes sting, and I was angry about it.

"I want you to stop being careful with me," I said.

His expression tightened.

He took the hem of my dress in both fists and drew it up over my head.

The air hit my bare skin, and then his hands did.

He backed me to the bed and sat me on the edge, and he went down on his knees on the carpet.

"Lie back," he said.

I lay back.

He pushed my thighs apart with his palms, and he put his mouth on me through my underwear first, so I felt the heat and not the touch.

I made a sound I didn't recognize.

"Louder," he said against me. "No one's listening but me."

He pulled the lace aside and licked my wet pussy, slow, and then not slow.

I had my fingers in his hair, and I couldn't tell if I was pulling him closer or holding on.

He found my clit, the place that made my hips jump, and stayed there.

"There," I said. "Costa, there."

He slid two fingers inside me, curled them, and kept the rhythm with his mouth.

I came hard, with my back off the mattress and his name in my mouth.

He didn't stop until I pushed his head away, laughing and gasping.

He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

I sat up and went for his belt.

"My turn," I said.

"Keeva."

"Don't tell me to wait. I've waited two years for everything."

I got his pants open and his cock into my hand.

He was thick and heavy and hard already, and a sharp groan hissed through his teeth when I stroked him.

I took him in my mouth.

He swore, low, and one hand cupped the back of my head without pushing.

I worked him deep, using my hand at the base, and I looked up at him while I did it.

His eyes were black.

"Stop," he said roughly. "Or I'll finish like this, and I don't want to."

I let him slide out, wet, and wiped my lip.

"Then don't," I said.

He pulled me up by the arms and kissed me, tasting of me.

He laid me on the bed and kicked his pants off.

Then he came over me and settled between my legs, his weight braced on his forearms.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked.

He pushed his cock into my pussy, slowly, and I felt every inch.

I gasped and my nails dug into his shoulders.

"God, you're tight," he rasped, his voice shaking.

"Give me more," I said. "All of it."

He gave me more.

He pulled almost out and drove back in, hard, and the bed hit the wall.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and met him.

He kissed my jaw, my throat, the spot behind my ear, and every thrust hit deep.

"You feel," he said, and stopped to breathe, "so damn good."

"Harder."

He got a hand under my knee and pushed it up toward my shoulder, and the angle changed, and I cried out.

"Right there," he groaned.

"Yes. Don't stop. Don't you stop."

He didn't.

He fucked me with a steady, grinding rhythm, and the pressure built low in my belly until my whole body was shaking.

I came with his name caught in my throat, clenching around him.

He groaned and came inside me, his hot cum spilling deep, his forehead on my shoulder.

We lay there with our hearts going.

After a while he rolled to his side and took me with him, my back against his chest.

"That wasn't supposed to be that good," I said into the dark.

"No," he said. "It wasn't."

I felt him smile against my hair.

We did it again an hour later, with me on top and the lights on, and he held my hips and watched me the whole time.

The third time was in the shower, with his hand flat on the tile beside my head and his mouth at my ear telling me exactly what he was going to do to me.

By the time the window went gray, I had stopped counting.

I lay on my stomach, boneless, while he traced the line of my spine with one finger.

"Stay for breakfast," he said.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because at noon I walk into a ballroom and I tell two hundred people the truth," I said. "I need to be somebody who can do that. And I need to look like I slept."

He was quiet.

"You'll be good at it."

"You don't know me."

"I know enough," he said.

I got dressed in the dark, and he didn't help or stop me.

At the door I turned around.

"This was one night," I said. "I'm not asking for more."

"I didn't ask either."

His voice was steady, but he was looking at the floor.

I left.

In the elevator I turned my phone back on.

Eight missed calls from my father.

I called him back before the doors opened.

"Keeva! Where have you been?" He sounded old and frightened. "Russell wants us in the ballroom at ten. Wear the green dress."

"Dad, I need to talk to you before lunch."

"There's no time. Please, honey. Don't make trouble today."

His voice broke.

"It's all riding on today."

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