I gasp out his name.His teeth sink into my shoulder in response.
I can feel myself on the edge, and when he presses my clit again, I see white.The pleasure is sharp and aching, and I’m moaning his name over and over again, my eyes rolling to the back of my head with the force of my orgasm.He’s still moving, riding it out, and when I feel him about to pull out, I gasp, “I’m on the pill.”
He doesn’t hesitate, releasing inside me.His groan is quiet, and I collapse forward, exhausted.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.I’m collapsed forward on the bed, my body still trembling with aftershocks, my breathing ragged.Alexander’s weight is partially on me, his forehead resting between my shoulder blades, his own breathing harsh and uneven.
Then slowly, carefully, he pulls out.The loss makes me whimper softly, and I feel his lips press against my spine in response—a gentle kiss that feels at odds with the intensity of what just happened.
“Come here,” he murmurs, his voice rough and sated.
His hands are gentle as he helps me turn over, positioning me so I’m facing him.My limbs feel like jelly, boneless and heavy, and I’m grateful when he pulls me against his chest.His skin is warm and slightly damp with sweat, and I can hear his heart thundering beneath my ear.
He reaches down and tugs the comforter up over both of us, cocooning us in warmth.The soft fabric settles over my cooling skin, and I burrow deeper into his embrace without thinking about it.
“Are you alright?”he asks quietly, one hand coming up to stroke my hair back from my face.
I nod against his chest, not quite trusting my voice yet.My body still feels like it’s humming, little sparks of pleasure dancing along my nerve endings.I’ve never felt anything like that.Never knew it could be like that.
His arms tighten around me, pulling me impossibly closer.“Look at me, Olivia.”I tilt my head back slowly, meeting his gray eyes.They’re softer now, the fierce hunger replaced by something gentler but no less intense.He’s studying my face carefully, as if he’s searching for something.
“Are you okay?”he asks again, his thumb brushing along my cheekbone.
“I’m—” My voice comes out scratchy, and I clear my throat.“I’m more than okay.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a satisfied smile, making my lower muscles tighten despite my exhaustion.“Good.”
I should probably feel awkward right now.Should be panicking about what this means, about how we’ve completely obliterated every professional boundary between us.But wrapped in his arms, my body still singing with pleasure, I can’t bring myself to care.Not yet.
“That was—” I start, then stop, not quite sure how to finish.
“Incredible?”he supplies, his voice holding a note of smug satisfaction.“Earth-shattering?Life-changing?”
I huff out a laugh despite myself, swatting weakly at his chest.“Your ego doesn’t need any more inflation.”
“My ego is perfectly healthy, thank you.”His hand slides down my spine in a soothing caress.“But I do need to know—Was it good for you?”The vulnerability beneath the question surprises me.I look up at him again, seeing genuine concern in his eyes despite the teasing tone.
“You have to ask?”I murmur.“After the way I—” I feel the blush crawl over my neck at the memory of how I’d begged, how I’d completely fallen apart in his hands.
His smile turns wicked.“I like hearing you say it.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re beautiful.”He presses a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then finally my lips—gentle and sweet, so different from the consuming kisses earlier.“Especially like this.All soft and satisfied.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I just bury my face against his chest again.His hand continues its soothing path up and down my spine, and I feel myself starting to relax, the last of the tension draining from my body.
“Your heart is still racing,” he observes quietly.
“Whose fault is that?”
I feel his chest vibrate with silent laughter.“Mine, I hope.”
We lie there in comfortable silence for several minutes.The house is quiet around us—Mom and Sophie still at the shop, Dad presumably still at his plumbing job.It’s just us, cocooned in my childhood bed under the pale purple comforter I’ve had since high school.
The absurdity of it hits me suddenly.I just had sex with my boss.In my parents’ house.In my childhood bedroom.
“Stop thinking so loudly,” Alexander murmurs against my hair.
