I opened my eyes as the bliss inside me built, wanting to make sure I could stare into his eyes when I came.
I must have had my mouth open, groaning and moaning, as I moved back and forth on the car hood. He was watching my lips intently, like he wanted them so much he could barely stand it.
He took my fingers out of his mouth, soft and wet as they slid across his lips, and then he leaned over my body and kissed me.
Softly, tenderly, passionately – all the while his gorgeous cock still thrusting, filling me up, sliding sensuously and wet deep, deep inside me.
When he kissed me, I don’t know if it was the sweetness of his lips on mine, or a change in the pressure on my clit, or his angle inside me, or just the knowledge that in that moment, he was mine, all mine –
– but he tipped me over the edge.
I screamed with my lips against his, then I pulled him against my shoulder, clutched at his hair madly, blindly, my eyes fluttering as I cried out. All I could see were the stars above as light and pleasure and heat burst deep inside me, filling me up, just like his cock did with every powerful stroke.
Suddenly he groaned, too, and I could feel him burst deep within me. Instead of continuing to thrust, he pushed harder and more insistently, as though he wanted to become one with me, as though he wanted to get deeper inside me than he ever had before. I felt every glorious inch of him as he spasmed and convulsed and filled me with hot wetness, increasing my own pleasure, making me come harder, sending earthshaking tremors throughout my own body.
Then the tremors slowly dimmed and died away. He lay there on top of me, and I could feel his shoulders and arms trembling as he breathed in my ear.
I held him as close as I could and savored the feel of him still inside me, my eyes barely open as I came back from ecstasy and got lost in the stars above.
19
We drove back in silence – at least at first – with Connor holding my hand.
I just reclined in the leather seat, feeling wonderful and flushed and completely happy as I stared out the window. This time, though, I wasn’t looking at the sky; I was watching the dimly lit desert landscape as it rolled by in the starlight.
“You know,” I said, “it’s kind of ironic that you took me out to see the future site of the largest solar energy installation in the world… in a Lamborghini.”
He laughed. “I thought about getting a Tesla.”
“That would have been more apropos.”
“Yes, it would have. But there aren’t many charging stations between LA and Vegas, and the ones that exist are pretty damn slow. But… I’ll fix that.”
“You really think you can do it?”
“What, put in high-speed charging stations between here and Las Vegas?”
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
He gave me a little half-grin. “Change the world.”
“Yeah.”
“Yes I do, or I wouldn’t attempt it.”
I thought carefully about what I was going to say next, especially since it contained the ‘L’ word – but then decided the way I was going to use it was innocuous enough.
“You know what I love?” I asked, then rushed on to avoid any awkward pauses or looks. “That you’re so passionate about this. That it means so much to you.”
He smiled, and lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it softly. Then, as he lowered it, he gave me a pointed look.
“It’s nice doing something you love. You should try it sometime.”
I almost – almost – said, But I AM doing something I love. YOU.
But no matter how playfully I was planning on saying it, I knew it was too much of a risk.
So I just groaned instead. “I didn’t intend this to turn into career counseling.”
“What are you going to do, though? Have you thought about it?”
I just want to stay with you, I thought, but decided against saying that, too. Because I was afraid he might reply, But what about after?
That was the one thing that really bothered me with Connor. Our fight on Sunday night had left the field strewn with landmines. Any talk of the future, no matter how offhand or innocent, might set one of them off.
But I was happy, and I refused to let it bother me right now. There would be time for that later.
So I just stepped around the landmines.
“No, I’ve been too busy getting wined and dined and… other things.”
He grinned. “Ever the proper lady. I think it’s ‘wined and dined and sixty-nined.’”
“I don’t think a ‘lady’ would have done what we just did back on the hood of your car. And as for the other thing, we already did that on Saturday.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I said it before and I’ll say it again: you should become a politician. You’re really good at dodging questions.”
“As of the last four days, I have too many scandalous sex acts in my past to be a viable candidate.”
He squeezed my hand. “With more to come.”
My heart – and other parts of me – fluttered a little.
“But you’re still not answering my question. Have you thought about what you might do?”
“I don’t think I can get paid for the things I love.”
“And what’s that?”
Again, I almost said, Having sex with you.
But then the snide little voice in my head said, Oh, wait – you already HAVE been paid for that, haven’t you?
It left a sour taste in my mouth.
So I lied instead. “Watching reality TV.”
Connor grunted. “Yeah, not gonna happen. So, next question: what do you know?”
“What, like, for a job?”
“Yes.”
“Not much.”
“There you go again.”
“There I go again what?”
“Not believing in yourself. Tearing yourself down instead of building yourself up.”
“Okay, Mr. Hotshot – if I asked you that same question, what would you say?”
“Everything.”
“No, I mean, ‘what you know.’”
“I know what you meant. And I’d say ‘everything.’”
“Wow – somebody’s full of themselves.”
He laughed. “Somebody’s got to be my best PR agent. Might as well be me. Nobody else will believe in you until you believe in yourself.”
“What if you don’t believe in yourself?”
“Fake it till you make it.”
“Well, you obviously believe in yourself.” I gave him a sideways look that might have dented other guys’ egos, but only amused Connor.
“Wholeheartedly. One thousand percent.”
“Was there ever a point where you didn’t?”
“Yes.”
I looked over at him. The honesty in his voice was disarming. “When?”
“Walking out on my father was probably one of the defining moments of my life – maybe the defining moment, at least up until now. But after the adrenaline high wore off, I was pretty afraid. Actually, I was terrified. Getting disowned will do that to you. But I quickly realized that, even though I was alone and technically broke, it was more important than ever to present myself as confident, competent, and in control. I never would have gotten a single investor if I’d gone into those meetings saying, ‘I don’t know anything… poor little humble me…’”
“Well, I don’t know anything.”
He sighed, obvious annoyance in his voice – which annoyed me.
“What did I do when I came to your office?” he asked.
“Besides seducing me?”
He grinned. “Yeah, besides that.”
“And besides acting like a self-important jerk?”
“Who you slept with.”
I glared at him. “Technically, it’s whom.”
I’m not normally a grammar nerd. Only when somebody pisses me off.
Which he had.
He knew it – and loved it. “Technically or not, you still slept with me.”
“Technically, now you’re acting like a self-satisfied jerk.”
He laughed aloud. “Okay, besides that – what else did I do when I came to your office?”
“You looked at some files.”
“Why?”
“You were looking for information.”
“What information?”
“About the buyout.”
“What was I looking for?”
“The files for PT & Associates, Teramore, Zaruder – ”
“No – those are just data points. Why was I looking?”
This time, I thought before I answered.
“…you were looking to see if Klaus and the department were all that.”
“Exactly. Because I had my doubts.”
“And how does that involve me, other than I was the one who gave it up?”
He smirked.
I blushed a little. “Not that way.”
“Well…” he said, as though to say, You kinda DID…
I smacked him on the arm and he laughed.
Then he grew serious again. “Remember when you and I talked after I saw the Teramore report on your computer screen? I found out everything I needed to know from 30 seconds of talking to you.”
I frowned. “No.”
“Yes.”
“You quizzed me for, like, five minutes after that. Actually, ‘quiz’ is the wrong word. You were like the Spanish Inquisition for five minutes after that.”
“That was to satisfy myself that you knew what you were talking about.”