Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(148)

“Like that?” he moaned, as he slid deeper inside of her.

She felt the full force of his manhood inside her, powerful, strong, and hard.

“More,” she said.

He pushed again, and the sensation was so intense she couldn’t help but cry out. She’d never lost control like this, never felt unable to hold back her own vocalizations. But now, with Thomas, she was completely at his mercy.

From behind her, she heard Thomas let out a laugh of abandon.

“Intern...,” he murmured.

He pushed into her, then pulled out of her. In…out…in…he was seemingly able to read her mind, to know intuitively how far to push, how fast to thrust.

“Christ,” he groaned. “God that’s so good. You feel so good.”

Hearing his words made Sasha race towards climax. She was so close. So close to what was surely going to be the best orgasm of her life. “You’re so hard.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She could tell he was speaking between his teeth. He was as close as she was. But there was no holding back. The orgasm was coming fast. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath. It felt like every part of her was clenching, like every part of her was standing at a precipice ready to jump.

“There!” she screamed. “There! There! There!”

A thousand stars burst into her vision as a guttural sound like nothing she’d ever made before ripped itself from her throat. Her climax was hard, powerful, and all-consuming.

“Fuck,” he said. “I can feel you coming.”

She couldn’t speak. Her body moved on instinct, pressing into him, maneuvering him inside of her in a way that would intensify her pleasure.

Finally, the pulsing began to slow. She flopped forward onto the bed.

Thomas fell into the space beside her.

“That was…wow,” she said, panting hard.

“Told you the orgasm should come first,” Thomas murmured in reply.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

“Shit,” Thomas said.

“What is it?” Sasha gasped.

Thomas pulled himself up from the bed. “The next journalist.”

“It can’t be,” Sasha replied. “I had an hour slot.”

“I must have miscalculated.”

“But I haven’t made you come yet!” Sasha gasped.

“I’ll live,” Thomas replied. “More importantly, you haven’t got your interview yet.”

“Shit,” Sasha gasped. She’d completely forgotten she was there to work.

There was another knock at the door.

Sasha fumbled with the hook of her bra. “Now what?”

“Now you give me your number. And at precisely ten o’clock tonight I’ll pick you up for dinner. Then you’ll get your interview.”

Sasha shimmied out of the silky bedsheets and back into her dress. “But I’m meant to be working on it this afternoon. What am I supposed to tell Kelly?” Panic began to race through her. How had she let herself go so astray?

Thomas fastened his pants. “Tell Kelly it’s going to take you longer than you thought.” He smoothed down his hair and sidled up to her. “You’re good at getting what you want now, remember?”

He kissed her, his mouth warm. Sasha let her trepidation melt away as the memory of their encounter echoed in her mind and groin.

“You’re really going to call me? I’m really going to get the interview?”

Hadn’t this just been sex? A one-off fling? Hadn’t she just joined the ranks of a hundred other gullible journalists who’d fallen for the charms of Thomas Lloyd?

“Let’s not go through that whole rig-ma-roll again,” Thomas said lazily. “You deserve to take what you want.” He slapped his hands against his chest. “You want me. So take me.”

“How can I trust you?”

“Why would I let a kinky thing like you get away?”

“Me?” she said. “Kinky?”

“Didn’t you realize?”

Sex with Chris had always been nice. Nice but…standard. Predictable. Nothing out of the ordinary. They’d both enjoyed orgasms, but Sasha had never really felt that sex with him reached the frenzied heights portrayed in the media. Maybe she was kinky but had never had a chance to explore it.

Sasha slipped her heels back on and scooped up her notebook, feeling the blush in her cheeks. “Well, okay then.” She quickly scrawled her phone number on a piece of paper and sidled up to Thomas. “Here.” She slipped it into the pocket of his trousers, making sure her fingers collided with his penis.

He let out a gasp. “Intern…”

Sasha whisked away and hauled open the door. A blonde woman was standing in the hallway. She regarded Sasha suspiciously.