His other hand moved to my tit, plucking at the nipple before sliding further down to circle my clit. He swallowed my cries of pleasure, my orgasm building hard and fast. I leaned up and sucked on one of his metal rings, loving the moan and shiver it caused. He thrust even harder and let go, my head falling back and my nails digging into his shoulders.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. Your tight little pussy fits me so perfectly.” He angled his hips and pounded into me harder, finding my G-spot and throwing me over the edge. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I needed. Your pussy strangling my cock while you come.”
“Xander,” I cried out, trembling beneath him.
He pulled back and then drove deep once more, his hips slamming against mine as he roared out his release above me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, or experienced, and it had happened in the middle of my interview on the floor of his company’s workout room.
“Shit,” I groaned. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“Get used to it because it’s going to happen a fuck of a lot more.” Xander flashed me a smug grin and pointed at the light streaming through the windows lining one wall. “It’s a new day, which means the one-night stand label doesn’t apply to us anymore—not that it ever did.”
Chapter 4
Reluctantly, I pulled out of Calista and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before hopping to my feet. Extending a hand, I grasped her fingers and pulled her up. She frowned and looked down at where my come slid down her legs, her expression quickly turning into a scowl. I tried incredibly hard, I swear I did, to keep the smug grin off my face. The deepening of her scowl when she looked at me made it clear I hadn’t succeeded.
Unable to resist, I pecked her lips once more. “Wait here, baby.” I jogged over to a table where fresh towels were stacked and snagged one, along with a bottle of water from a cooler sitting next to it. I gathered up our clothes, then returned and handed her everything before sweeping her up into my arms, ignoring her gasp of surprise. She weighed practically nothing, her body all lean muscle, and it was sexy as fuck.
“Put me down. I’m too heavy.”
I laughed straight from my belly. “Baby, you weigh about as much as a pillow.”
She sputtered as I stalked to an unmarked door across the room and held her tight with one arm while digging in the pocket of my pants for a key. I found it, tossed the slacks over my free arm, stuck the key in the knob, then twisted and pushed through the door.
We were in a large bathroom with travertine flooring, cream painted walls, a cream and gold swirled counter with a sink on the left end, and an enormous shower, the tiles made to match the floor. There was also a bench against the wall opposite the counter top and large mirror, and it sat next to another door. It was something of a cross between a locker room and an elegant bathroom. It was my private space, connecting my office to the gym. I set Calista on the counter, and she hissed at the cold on her heated, bare skin. I handed her the water, and she drank some as her wide eyes took in everything around her.
“This is awesome,” she breathed.
I grinned. “You’re welcome to use it anytime. I’ll have an extra key made today.”
Her brow furrowed and she shook her head. “No, no special treatment for the newbie. I need to earn my place here.”
Using my thumb and index finger, I pinched her chin to keep our gazes locked. “First of all, you are the most qualified security expert I have on my team. Second”—my eyes narrowed, my voice taking on a dangerous edge—“The way I handle my employees is entirely up to me. Third, this”—I pointed back and forth between us—“is not an illicit affair. I won’t hide it. You are mine, and I’m going to make sure every motherfucker in the state of Georgia knows it.”
“I’ll be branded as the woman who slept her way to the top!” she cried. “I’ve worked my ass off to earn the respect I’m given. We shouldn’t even be having a relationship at all!”
I swallowed an angry retort and sighed, cupping her face and kissing her nose. As much as I hated to admit it, she had a point. About the respect thing, not the relationship because that was definitely happening. “How about a compromise? We keep this low-key, not hiding it, but not a blatant show that we’re together either. And, I’ll start you out with jobs I would give a rookie”—I rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of it all—“no matter how overqualified you are. And ignoring the fact that if you were just any other guy, with your qualifications, you would have automatically jumped to the top of the seniority list.”