Chapter 79 Tempting Theo
Veronica's POV:
I pinned Theo beneath me on the hotel bed, my thighs were clamped around his hips... and I was just refusing to let him budge.
Two full days we'd been holed up here, entangled here like this... but I wasn't about to release him. Not yet.
I still felt intense desire for him... all thanks to the tantric sex act... which was making me go crazy over him.
His sculpted body was mine to take... every inch of him was radiating heat that matched the fire building in my core.
"You are such a distraction to me, Veronica," Theo groaned, sounding frustrated with lust, and his hands were gripping my waist as if he could force me to stop. "Why don't we just explore the city outside... the museum..."
I only laughed... as I rocked harder against him, grinding myself along the hard muscle of his thigh.
His length strained upward, it was thick and throbbing, brushing against me with every roll of my hips. It was begging for attention... and I had no intention of giving it. Not right now.
He looked really tempted now... his green eyes were darkened with need, and his breath coming in ragged bursts.
He just looked too adorable and sexy like this... which only made my own desire for him otherworldly, making my skin flush and my pulse race in impact.
I slid one hand down my own body, fingers dipping between my folds to stroke myself, the wetness coating my skin as I chased my pleasure on his leg alone.
"The museum can wait," I murmured, leaning forward to nip at his earlobe... and my breasts pressing against his chest, and my nipples were scraping his skin.
He was bucking beneath me, and made a desperate thrust that only made me grind deeper, my juices smearing across his thigh.
I ignored his length completely, even as it pulsed against me now. I was tempting him to his core... that was the game, and I played it masterfully. I smiled to myself at that...
"Fuck, Veronica... you're killing me."
"Language, Theo..." I chuckled. Mostly, it was him correcting others; now the roles were just reversed.
He only panted in response to the taunt, and his fingers dug into me as he was trying to guide me down onto him.
But I resisted it, lifting just enough to tease him; my strokes were quickening on myself.
My body trembled, and my thighs were quivering around his leg as I rode through the friction... the heat of his skin against my core was sending sparks up my spine.
I could feel him watching me, his green eyes locked on where my fingers worked furiously, my hips circling in a rhythm that had me moaning softly. I was lost in the sensation.
"You vixen," he cursed through gritted teeth. He was in agony of the temptation I was giving him... but he also adored me for it, and his moans were confirmation of it, which were spilling from his lips as he strained against me.
Vixen!!! The word hit me like a jolt, echoing in my mind, pulling me somewhere else for a split second.
Who else had called me that? Max. God, Max... in that motel room just days ago, his hands on me just like this, pinning me down as he thrust me deep.
We'd fucked for hours there, we'd been sweat-slick and urgent, and his cock had slammed into me until I screamed.
It had been a different kind of pleasure, rough and fiery.
Why was I thinking of his brother now? While Theo was right here... under me.
I shook it off, focusing on the present, on the man who owned me now.
Theo's eyes met mine, he looked too wild and pleading... his length twitching against my skin as if it could sense my distraction.
I rocked faster, my fingers inside myself now, curling to hit that spot that would make stars burst behind my eyelids.
"That's it, baby," I whispered, leaning down to capture his mouth in a bruising kiss.
Our tongues tangled while I ground myself harder on his thigh, his muscles flexing under me in response.
I cried out against his lips. Theo groaned into the kiss, his own body tensing, but I held him there, riding out every shudder until I collapsed forward, feeling breathless and sated, my forehead pressed to his.
He was all I needed now. Everything else... it could wait forever if it meant more of this.
Max's POV:
"Well... well... well..."
The voice made me angry even before I turned around. I'd been sitting alone in the VIP lounge of some club in Manhattan, drinking my third whiskey and trying to work up the courage to actually go meet Theo as I'd said I would.
Chase motherfucking Pemberton stepped into view with that smug smile plastered across his face. He was the last person I wanted to see...
"Look who's drinking alone here... It's the dumb Ashford brother."
Rage coiled in my veins instantly... but I forced myself to stay seated. I forced my hand to relax around my glass instead of throwing it at his face.
"What are you even doing here?" I asked, my voice deadly calm despite my anger. "Wait... you don't even live in this locality. You're from the Upper East Side. Don't tell me you're here to spy on Veronica. Did you sneak into the conference hall?"
"Of course I did," Chase said, sliding onto the barstool next to me like we were old friends. "And on the way, I caught a glimpse of you lurking in the back like some pathetic stalker." He chuckled, signaling the bartender for a drink.
"Poor you. You're being overpowered by your very brilliant brother. You seem to have lost Veronica already. How does that make you feel?"
I knew this bastard was only trying to trigger me. I knew he was fishing for a reaction, trying to get under my skin the same way he'd probably been getting under Veronica's for months.
But the combination of watching Veronica kiss Theo, of hearing her say she'd never felt joy like this, of sitting there alone while they were together somewhere in that hotel...
My instinct took over.
I punched him square in the jaw.