Chico buffeted her relentlessly to a steady and dependable rhythm, until she cried out wildly, ‘Faster—harder—’ The first pleasure waves were building.
‘As hard as you want, bonita,’ Chico promised as she clung to him. ‘I love to see you like this.’
Helpless and greedy for more? ‘Just don’t stop,’ she begged, thrusting fiercely in time with him. ‘Please—don’t ever stop.’
‘That’s one request I can’t refuse,’ Chico admitted as he stared down at her.
‘Then don’t,’ she exclaimed, letting go in a noisy and violent release.
She would never be able to get enough of Chico. Her whole body had sprung to ravenous life. The more he made love to her, the more she wanted him. It wasn’t until he was soothing her down yet again, and she glanced towards the doors onto the balcony, that she felt the first twinge of unease. The party was still in full swing. She should be down there—not compromising her position by sleeping with her boss.
‘I’m not finished yet,’ Chico murmured as he followed her glance to the window.
His husky voice called her back to the seductive world only they inhabited, but even when he murmured, ‘Ride me,’ and the temptation to do just that was like a fire burning inside her, she hesitated as she wondered if their raw lust for sex would ever balance with her emotional needs.
‘Problem?’ Chico queried.
‘No...’ She smiled as she surrendered. Chico was doing things with his hands that made all thoughts of reality vanish, and he quickly brought her to release.
‘I can’t seem to get enough of you,’ she admitted when she could catch her breath again.
‘Excellent,’ Chico growled as he tumbled her beneath him.
Resting her legs on his shoulders, he brought her to the edge of the bed, spread her wide and thrust deep, and for a while she forgot everything else, but when he soothed her down and brushed a distracted kiss against her brow, she sensed the fantasy was over. There was a change in his eyes. Chico was replete. He’d fed and now it was time to move on.
He proved her right, withdrawing carefully and swinging off the bed.
‘Where are you going?’
She had tried so hard to keep her voice even and undemanding, but the raw doubt shone through, and in spite of trying so hard not to sound needy that was exactly how she sounded. She couldn’t help herself. She felt empty, and inexplicably apprehensive about the future. She’d grown up and learned to feel, but Chico’s feelings were still heavily guarded.
He stopped at the bathroom door and turned to look at her with nothing but ordinary warmth on his face. ‘I’m going back to the party before they miss me.’ He laughed as if he recognised that it was far too late for that, and with a wry smile raked his hair into some semblance of order. ‘But I’m still going back.’
‘Of course,’ she said, flicking her hair back in an attempt to appear equally sophisticated, as if having the most extraordinary sex in the middle of a party was all completely normal and run of the mill for her, too. Chico couldn’t have made it clearer that this had just been a pleasant interlude for him, and that this extraordinary event for her was just part of the evening’s entertainment for him.
‘I’ll take a shower,’ he said pleasantly. ‘You can use the other bathroom. Or wait for me to finish, if you want.’