It’s…well, I’ve never had a woman without a condom before, so it’s fucking incredible, tight and wet, hot and slick, internal muscles clasping and her moans ringing in my ears.
I want to go slow so I can savor it.
But slow quickly devolves to fast, to hard, to?—
“Fuck!” she cries out, pussy clamping tightly around my cock.
And I’m right there with her, pumping rapidly, pleasure gathering at the base of my spine and then bursting outward, filling my entire body as my orgasm explodes out of me.
I keep us upright for a few seconds, then my legs give way and I slowly lower us to the floor.
“Fuck,” she whispers long moments later, and at first, I think it’s because of the same reason that word has been on repeat through my mind—fuck that was good, fuck I want to do that again, fuck how can I make my legs work so Icando that again.
Then she shifts, pushing lightly against my chest, lifting off me.
I lose the tight clasp of her cunt, the soft curves of her body, and I’m reeling from that, so I don’t process what she’s doing at first.
But eventually I see her crouched next to her pants, reaching into the pocket?—
Pulling out her phone.
That’s ringing.
She swipes a finger across the screen, lifts it to her ear. “Hey, boss.” Her voice is slightly raspy as she says, “Yeah, no worries. I can be there in fifteen.”
Fifteen minutes?
Or hours?
Because it’d better be fuckinghours.
She hangs up the phone, sweat glistening on her naked skin, her breaths still coming a little short.
Then her eyes come to mine, and I don’t miss the relief in the deep green depths.
Because now she can escape.
Goddammit.
“I’m leaving.”
Fifteen
Marie
I’m reachingfor my underwear, thanking the universe for the perfectly timed interruption to my moment of insanity when I hear…
“Like hell you are.”
I pause, mid untangle of my underwear from my leggings, and glance over at a scowling Jace. “Excuse me?” I ask, my tone bordering on dangerous.
“We just had that”—a nod toward the door, and I have the feeling that I’m not going to be able to look at those wooden planks of pleasure-bringers without thinking of Jace…and the pleasurehe’sbrought me—“and you’re just leaving?”
“I love my job.” I manage to pull my underwear free and step into it, pulling the fabric up to my hips. I need to make a pitstop at the bathroom so I can clean up, but I’ll do that far away from this dangerous man. “So, I need to go to the office.”
I want him again.
Against the door, on the floor, in the bed—anywhere I can have him.
