Dirty Bad Wrong(78)

“That’s my girl,” he breathed. “That’s my beautiful dirty girl.” He groaned as he finished, squeezing the base of his cock tight. “Taste me, Lydia, get on your knees and taste me.” I dropped down onto the wet floor, heart racing, and there, soaking wet and kneeling in his filth, I let my walls come down. I opened my mouth, gagging for just a moment as he slipped his filthy wet meat between my lips. “Fuck,” he hissed. “That’s right, that’s fucking right. Suck me clean, Lydia. I want to cum in your tight little cunt, all the way inside you.”

I moaned around his cock, delirious and lost, right the way until he pulled himself out of me. He flicked on a shower without warning, and I squealed as a cold jet of spray soaked us both. He pulled me to my feet, angling my face into the jet until I was spluttering cold water, then raised me further still until my legs wrapped tight around his waist and his cock buried all the way inside me. I gripped onto his shoulders, dragging myself up and down his chest, and the friction of his skin against mine felt so fucking good.

I rode him hard until he tumbled over the edge, bucking, and groaning and jerking his hips up against me. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck, peppering his face with kisses, and all the while he cried my name. It was the sweetest sound in the world.

When he was all done he lowered us to the floor, pulling me to rest on top of him in a mess of endorphins and tangled limbs. The water turned itself off, gurgling to nothing, and I lay spent and helpless in his arms.

“James,” I breathed. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

He kissed my forehead. “I know.”

“I mean it,” I whispered. “I’ve never felt like this.”

He tilted my face up to his, eyes warm. “If we say it, that’s it, Lydia, a whole new ballgame. You can’t undo the words, they change everything. Is that what you want?”

I silenced myself with his tongue until the urge subsided.



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Chapter Sixteen


James



Things really fucking escalated quickly. I felt edgy at work, disjointed. Haunted by the memory of all that had been before. I tried to push it aside, remind myself that Lydia Marsh was nothing like Rachel, nothing at all. Her life wasn’t consumed by the quest for attention, the temporary fix at the hands of strange men. Lydia was a different animal. A nicer animal. One I could rely on for discretion, who wouldn’t sell me out down the river of sensationalism, or so I hoped. I figured she was worth the risk, she had to be worth the risk.

My nerves were appeased as she presented me with the latest Salmons update, her tone curt and professional, as always. Her eyes lingered on mine for just a moment, then calmly returned to the realm of professional colleagues. She handed me a printout of development updates with just a fleeting smile. It was me who broke protocol, reaching out to clamp her wrist in my hand, and gliding my thumb across her knuckles. She stared in shock, tense and uncertain, as though I’d gone completely barking mad.

I slumped in my chair as she took a seat opposite.

“Are you ok, James?” she said. “Do you need a coffee?”

“No, thank you,” I smiled. “I don’t need a coffee.”

A flicker of a grin ghosted across her lips. “Anything else I can get you?”

“A personality transplant,” I sighed. “Jesus, Lydia, there’s so much I want to give you, but here, in this place it seems so untenable. I can’t break out of the compartments I’ve placed in my own life. What does that make me?”

“Human...” she whispered. “Scared…”

“Weak,” I said. “It makes me weak, and it makes this thing we have seem all the more intangible.”

“We shouldn’t talk about this,” she sighed. “You’re breaking your own rules. This isn’t from me, James, it’s all from you. You’re the one who’s putting such weight on this whole work-home divide, not me.”

“Sorry,” I said. “Monday blues.”

“I’ve got a case of Monday purples myself,” she grinned.

We were interrupted by a knock at the door. Frank blustered his way in, fishing for status updates. Lydia handed him the Salmons file, smiling as he thumbed his way through it. “Good stuff,” he announced. “This is looking fine, very fine indeed.”

“Lydia and I are heading up the accounts briefing at head office in a few weeks’ time, phase one should be well in progress by then.”

Frank smiled his golfing-all-weekend smile. “You’re getting quite a taste for these out-of-office jollies, James.” He nudged Lydia. “You couldn’t get him away for love nor money at one point, Lydia, didn’t like the break in his routine.”