“You sure you don’t have enough time?”
He was sure. But then his body disagreed, and he was hard despite being tired after the fun they’d had during the night.
“Not even for a quickie?” She grabbed a condom, opened the packed, and slipped it over his cock. Then she straddled him again, tilted her hips, guiding his cock into her. He felt her muscles open to receive him, then contract over his length. He groaned.
“How quick can you be?” he challenged cheekily grinning up at her.
She raised an eyebrow and moved her hips up and down, sliding him in and out of her. He relaxed into her motion, resting his hands on her hips and letting her set the pace. His desire increased quickly. Bloody hell, she knew what she was doing. He held back as much as he could delaying so she could enjoy the ride as well as himself.
Every bit of her facial expression suggested she was doing just that. Enjoying him in her which turned him on even more. Her breath shallowed, small sounds of delight came from her, and he was in tune with her enough that he knew she was close.
He relaxed and stopped holding himself back. Straight away, he felt his body reach toward the peak along with hers. His cock pulsed hard and uncontrollably within her. She groaned deep and long, her muscles contracted fully around him as she trembled with an orgasm.
She sighed with gratification, moving to lay next to him on the bed. “Quick enough?”
He chuckled. “Well, let’s say it was worth it for both of us.”
“Absolutely.” She stretched her naked body out on his bed, grinning at him.
“Same tonight?”
“Yes.” Raven reached out and ran her hand down his chest leaving a blaze of the promise of more of this hot sex to come. “You’ll be up for it?”
“Only if you will be.”
“Eight, then?”
“At the bar.” He remembered the need to try and change where they met. But his mind couldn’t think, and he was very much aware that he was running late. “And now I really have to get up and get ready.” He stood from the bed. “Shower?”
She nodded, then froze. “Is that the time?”
“Well, yeah…” He’d set the alarm early, but then, of course, they ended up mucking around together, teasing each other’s body, and enjoying just a little more pleasure with each other. Time had gotten away. He was going to have to hurry to ensure he was dressed and at the showgrounds with the alpacas fed and watered, groomed, and ready for judging. It was going to be a rush, though totally worth it for the fun with Raven.
“Shit.” She quickly got off the bed. “I forgot I’ve got an early morning meeting in half an hour, and I have to get home and change.”
“Shower here?”
She paused. Looked down at the dress in her hands she’d picked up. “No. I can’t wear this to work, not today. Big client.” She slipped on her panties and bra, then the dress. Ben just wanted to rip those clothes off of her. He didn’t.A break would be good. He couldn’t believe how much he still wanted her even after feeling sated last night and this morning.I’ve waited a year for this, I want more.
“I’ll see you tonight.” She went over to him, kissed him briefly on the cheek, and then opened the door and slipped out of his hotel room. He watched her every move willing her back but saying nothing. They both had their own lives to live today. It would be less than twelve hours, and they’d be back in each other’s arms again.
The door clicked close and brought his mind back to the present. That was more than just a peck on the cheek. A kiss that was getting dangerously close to the sort you’d give a partner. And Ben knew without a doubt that he liked it. He shivered.He loved it.
The glare from Sarina sent icy shivers hurtling through Raven’s body as she walked into the meeting room thirty minutes late. Despite the nerves cutting at her insides, she held her head up and sat down in the nearest chair.
“Sorry, traffic,” she lied. Her hair was styled messy, and she’d used a whole lot of perfume to hide whatever after-sex smell might be lingering on her skin. There hadn’t been time for a shower.
“You have the labels?” Sarina asked sharply.
“In the shared file as you asked.” She held the dark glare from her boss.Fuck it. Last night with Ben was something worthy of being late to her job over. Plus, they could’ve started without her. And what the fuck had they been doing for the last thirty minutes? She didn’t think for one moment they were waiting for her doing nothing. Her boss was very good at wooing the clients, and she would’ve just done that. But, of course, none of that mattered. And for a moment while her files loaded, Raven was acutely aware that perhaps her job might be more on the line than she realized. She needed this job. It was her first. She’d been here for two years since finishing graphic design at Adelaide Uni, and she was hoping to build a reputation so she could start her own business in a few years and save a hell of a lot of money because she wanted to buy her own home. Stuff traveling overseas. She was going to do that later, like much later, once she’d had a family, and they’d grown up. Right now, she wanted to get experience, prove that she had the talent for working in the graphic design world, and that she could be a responsible adult and save. She wanted to prove it to her parents, to herself. It had been hard going to get through uni, and with a few failed subjects, more than once she’d wondered whether this was the job for her. Somehow, somewhere inside of her, the motivation came up, and she picked herself off the ground and got on with giving the subject another attempt. There were benefits to working hard now. With a good reputation, she could be very successful.
“Is that it?”
The comment from Clive Morgan as the labels flashed up on the screen cut through Raven’s confidence.
“I was hoping for something more… these won’t do at all. They’re too basic.”
Raven rubbed her sweaty palms down her faux leather pants. She opened her mouth to say that was what you’d wanted, but her boss jumped in.
