“If you don’t let me come, Chase, I’m going to fucking scream. And then I’m going to get up, go into the bathroom, and finish myself off with my fingers. You won’t ever get up in this business again, you hear me?”
“Yes, mistress,” he said meekly. He would have gotten away with it if not for the humor in his voice.
“Asshole,” she hissed, and he laughed again.
But he did what she wanted. He lowered his head and devoured her until she screamed his name, her body shaking apart beneath him. He held her hard to him, licked her while she squirmed and begged him to stop—
And then she begged him to keep going, to please, please, please keep going.
So he did. When she came that time, she sagged into the mattress and he could hear her panting in the aftermath. He crawled up her body, licking his way up over the delta of her soft belly, the gorgeous peaks of her tits, the lush plains of her collarbone, and on up to the mysterious delights of her mouth.
He sank his tongue into her, and she met him with an arched back and her arms around his neck. He didn’t know how long he kissed her before he pulled away and rose above her.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said as he reached for the condom and tore the package. After he rolled it on, he sank into her, groaning as he slid home. He’d planned to get her on her knees, fuck her from behind, but that wasn’t what he wanted right now. He wanted her softness, the sweetness and connection he felt when they were face-to-face.
He rocked into her again and again, and she lifted her legs to put them around his waist.
“You feel so amazing, Sophie,” he whispered, his voice harsh and soft at once. “I could do this forever.”
That admission shocked him, confused him. What the ever-loving hell?
“I wish you would,” she said in his ear, her breath warm and sensual against his skin. “I never want to be anywhere but right here with you. Like this.”
His heart beat faster then. Where the hell was this going? What was he saying? What was she saying?
And yet he couldn’t think beyond what was happening right this second. The way his body fit into hers, the tightness of her pussy around his cock, the way the hair on the back of his neck stood up as he tunneled into her body again and again.
He had to do something to shake this up, shake himself up. He pulled out of her and got to his knees. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed and puzzled.
“On all fours, sweetheart,” he said, and she obeyed him.
At the last second, he pushed her head down to the pillow so that her ass was in the air—and then he thrust into her, certain this angle would distance him. Distance them.
But it didn’t feel as anonymous as he wanted it to feel. It was still Sophie, still her sweet body he slammed himself into again and again.
She gripped the pillow in her fists and thrust back against him, and he knew he’d changed nothing. If anything, he’d made it worse, because she was so hot like this, her back arched, her sweet ass in the air, her body thrusting backward against his as he pushed into her.
He wasn’t going to last like this. He’d thought he might, but he could feel the impending crisis. So he fingered her clit and felt a surge of triumph when she gasped and rocked into him harder. That was all he needed to lose it.
Which he did. Spectacularly. He came so hard black spots swam in his vision.
When it was over, Sophie sank to the bed and he sank down with her, still deep inside her but unable to move.
“My God,” she said, her voice muffled in the pillow. “I think I’m going to need a bigger vibrator when this is over. Or a gigolo.”
Chase frowned. Had she just said…?
Somehow, he rolled to the side and she rolled the other way, until she was facing him.
“A gigolo?” he croaked. “What the fuck?”
She scooted over and kissed him. It was tender and sweet but his cock still jumped in response.
“Well, this is pretty much over when we get the flash drive—and a girl has to satisfy her needs, Chase. Don’t tell me you won’t be satisfying yours with the next available waitress.”
He wanted to tell her there was no way he’d be doing that. But what the fuck was he thinking? Of course he would. Because Sophie would go back to her life in New York or California and he would go back to his. There would be no more of this. No more Sophie in his bed, in his mouth…
Which was good, because he didn’t want her there anyway.
Liar.
“Of course I will,” he said. “I love waitresses.”
“I know you do. And they love you.”
He didn’t know what they were saying. What the hell was happening. All he knew was that he felt like shit inside. But he wouldn’t let her know it. He couldn’t. He climbed from the bed and went to take care of the condom.