Defiance shined in Zelda's eyes but then her lips found my neck and that seemed to keep her close enough to the edge without sliding over as I hammered into her.
"There you are," I crooned as her cunt gave a vicious clench. "There you go. Take it, love, take it all."
Everything hurt. Everything, every last stitch of me, and I was burning up. We'd only been at this a few minutes but my muscles were wound tight and my heart was slamming into my ribs and every one of her deep, rolling spasms clamped down on my cock like she meant to keep me inside her always.
The idea of that, as impractical as it was, shot fire down my spine. I came in a panting, roaring burst and the only logical response was touching Zelda everywhere, kissing her everywhere. I needed her to know everything.
"Zelda, I—" I stopped myself because what the hell did I intend to say? What was theeverythingI needed to share? What did any of it even mean? I knew I wanted to snatch all the joy and permanence I felt with her and shove it into a jar so I'd never be without it again.
She ran her fingers through my hair, nodded. "Yeah."
"Yeah? You…?" I asked.
What was I asking? We could've been agreeing on the merits of wedding day fantasy sex or determining we needed to eat soon. And we could've been saying the most important things we'd ever said.
Another nod, a small kiss on the corner of my lips. "Yes."
19
Zelda
By midweek,we'd locked into a solid morning routine which started with lazy cuddles and heavy petting. More often than not, this turned into the kind of rumpled, squishy, slightly rude sex that asked little of technique and everything of intimacy.
Kicking off the day like that, with Ash's arms lashed around my body and obscene words delivered straight to my skin, was better than any breakfast sandwich I could cook up. Not that I'd tell him that. He was already rather impressed with himself as a matter of fact and if he knew, he'd make sure to whisper something filthy in my ear while we waited for our orders at the café in his office building—the café that served breakfast sandwiches so scrumptious I'd taken to ordering two and saving one for my midday snack.
Ash was helpful as ever in this matter, terming it desk eggs. He couldn't understand why I didn't return to the café at ten or eleven, when my snack needs activated, and get a fresh sandwich. This, from the man who scheduled his work down to six-minute increments.
Besides the morning sex and needlessly controversial sandwiches, there was a mountain of work to move at Ash's office. In a surprising show of restraint, he actually handed over several mid-level tasks to meanddid it without an hours-long explainer or buzzing around my desk to "supervise" and "help."
Even better for my mountain-moving purposes, I was alone in the office today since Ash was scheduled to participate in a daylong strategic planning meeting with a corporate board of directors. I didn't know the specifics aside from him billing them for five full days on account of all the preparation this event required.
This was the perfect timing for getting him out of the office since I couldn't put my plan into action with him looking over my shoulder.
That sounded terribly sinister. It wasn't. Hell, I didn't even know how to be sinister. Regardless, Ash's staffing situation needed a quick solution and I was prepared to deliver—assuming his meeting didn't end early.
* * *
The meeting ended early.
Of course it did.
Ash froze at the conference room door, his eyes flashing confusion as he took in the candidates gathered there. He shook his head. "Zelda…what is this?"
I skirted the table and met him at the threshold, my hands shooing him back. He was supposed to be at that meeting another hour or two. He was supposed to be there because I needed that time to wrap up these interviews. "Let's chat in your office."
"Or right here."
I kept shooing. "Nope. Office."
He glared at me for a moment and then strode to the next room. Instead of waiting for me to close the door, he immediately started in with, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Deep breath. Calm. Listen, first, don't freak out—"
"Save the new age shit for another day," he snapped. "Explain to me why you have ten people—"
"Actually, it's only eight."
"—in my conference room and handling confidential documents," he said. "Do you have any idea of the ramifications of sharing NDA-secured information?"
