She lets out a loud moan and looks back at me with a mix of fear and desire.
I do it again and this time there’s only pleasure. She rocks her hips with arousal leaking from her pussy onto my thighs. I move my hands to her hips and steady her as I pull almost all the way out and then thrust into her. I keep this up over and over in a steady rhythm.
“Fuck!” she screams out as I pound her tight pussy. Her body jolts with each thrust and she struggles to stay still and take it, but she does.
I keep up the relentless pace until she’s trembling beneath me and whimpering with her impending orgasm. Her walls tighten around my cock, and I know she’s close.
I angle my hips so I hit her clit with my balls each time, giving her more and more pleasure and enough to take her over.
I groan in utter rapture as I rut between her legs. Her pussy spasms on my dick as she screams out her release. Fuck, yes. She feels so fucking good. I can’t stop as I ride through her orgasm.
Her body goes limp and her pants get louder as I continue to fuck her like I own her body. Like she’s mine.
I thrust into her warmth as a tingling sensation starts at the bottom of my spine and flows through me in every direction. My toes curl and I know I’m going to cum as my balls draw up, but I don’t want to. I want more of her. I almost slow down, but the threat of losing the high makes me pick up my pace.
I strum her throbbing clit with a desperate need for her to cum with me. The hardened nub is soaked. So are her thighs, and each pump of my hips is accompanied by a wet smacking noise. I fucking love it.
“Again,” I growl into her ear, my voice so harsh I hardly recognize it.
In an instant she obeys. And the feel of her pleasure pushes my own over a steep cliff. I thrust myself all the way to the hilt, feeling her tight walls pulsing around every inch of my cock. Thick bursts of cum leave me in heavy waves. My back arches as she screams out my name and I give her everything I have.
As the waves dim and she lowers herself to the mattress, her chest rising and falling frantically, I pull out slowly and quickly climb off the bed and head to the bathroom to clean up.
I take my time and watch her from the corner of my eye through the ensuite's doorframe. She lays still on the bed, looking completely spent.
I’m quick to clean her up and then I toss the cloth into the hamper in the bathroom.
I walk back into the room ready to pass the fuck out. It’s late, and I’m exhausted. I stop short when I see her reaching for her clothes on the floor, with the blanket held close to her chest.
“I think you’d sleep better in a tee shirt,” I say and look to my dresser, knowing she could easily wear one of my undershirts. “Although I’d rather you were naked.” I let my eyes fall to the bit of her cleavage still exposed. “I much prefer you slept naked.”
“I think maybe I should go,” Rose says quietly. My body goes cold for a moment. It’s late. Very fucking late. And a part of me was looking forward to having her available to me in the morning.
“Do you want to leave?” I ask her as I walk slowly to the bed and stand next to her. She looks at the bra in her hand and doesn’t respond. I cup her chin in my hand and force her to look at me. “Or do you think I want you to go?”
Her lips part slightly, and her eyes tell me everything I need to know.
“I want you to stay,” I whisper against her lips and then kiss her gently. “I want you here naked in my bed, and I want you to use me for your needs. And I want to do the same to you.” It’s the truth. Every word.
She blushes and gives me a soft smile, pulling out of my hold. “Well, I wasn’t sure how needy you were,” she says playfully. It brings a smile to my lips.
She looks good in my bed, but this is an exception. The reminder makes me question if I should bring that detail up now. I imagine it won’t go over well. This… relationship needs to stay at the office. We can’t get close, this is just sex, and limiting the arrangement is the best way to ensure it doesn’t get out of hand.
As I climb into bed and debate on telling her just that, she beats me to it.
“Don’t expect me to be at your beck and call. I don’t think sleepovers are the best thing for this…” She doesn’t finish her statement, and I simply nod as she motions between us.
Although I was going to tell her the same damn thing, I don’t like hearing it. And I sure as fuck don’t like that she said it first.
I should be happy about it. But I’m not. And that could be a problem.
Chapter 21
Charlotte
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
I look out the window of Logan’s stretch limo as it rolls through the downtown streets back to my apartment, thinking about the night before and trying not to bite my fingernails. The whole morning I’ve been struggling with the feeling of regret. For having an affair with my boss. It sounds stupid for even thinking of it that way, but it’s his power of authority over me that makes this so uncomfortable.