‘Come for me,’ I beg.
He pumps harder, faster. His hips move forward, the muscles in his neck strain. ‘Fuck.’ He leans forward, resting one knee on the edge of the bed and with another thrust of his fist, he comes across my chest. ‘Scarlett.’ My name rolls off his tongue as he leans over me, pressing his chest against mine, smothering his pleasure between us.
I roll my hips up against him impatiently. Then he’s back on his knees, licking my clit.
‘Gregory! Please.’
‘Please, what?’
‘Make me orgasm.’
He thrusts his fingers inside me as he sucks my clit. ‘I fucking love you, Scarlett Heath.’ His words are hot against my bare flesh, and they’re unravelling me. As his fingers curl and sweep my insides, I cry his name and explode around him. I throw my arms above my head, relishing in the sensation, my insides pulsing. Then he grabs my hips, pulling me back to the edge of the bed and thrusts inside me almost instantaneously. My body responds, rousing again, one long, continuing, thrilling orgasm as he hammers into me, so deep it hurts. An addictive pain. ‘Gregory! Harder.’ He flips me by the waist then pulls my hips so I’m standing on the tips of my toes, my hands leaning down to the bed, completely exposing myself to him. He re-enters me on a growl and thrusts over and over until my unrelenting orgasm has me bunching the bedsheets in my fists and I come again, my muscles clamping around his cock. He slaps my arse cheek as my body gives up and drives the feeling higher until I smother my face in the duvet and scream.
‘Get on the bed.’
I crawl onto the bed and wait for my next instruction.
‘On your back, leaning off the side. Hands on the floor.’
I shuffle back until my arms and head are leaning back off the bed, my legs bent and wide, accepting whatever he has to give.
He leans over me, dragging his hand down my sticky chest and abdomen. ‘You look seriously fucking hot like this.’
His fingers move inside me, his tongue moving back to my clit.
‘Gregory. No more. I can’t.’
‘Take it, baby, I know you want it.’
His fingers move lazily in and out of me as he sucks my clit and another round of pleasure has my limbs in spasm.
‘My turn.’ He moves over me, pushing his hard shaft into me. He raises my hips, the angle shifting him deeper into me.
He pounds into me, keeping my body suspended in a state of ecstasy.
‘One more, baby, come with me. Let me feel you.’ His words add to the blood rushing to my head, clouding my mind, making me trip on the feel of him. He drives in and out, his muscles strained, his breathing erratic.
‘Gregory! I’m coming.’
He thrusts once, twice, and barking expletives, he fills me with warm lust.
He pulls me up and folds me in his arms. ‘Thank you,’ I manage through panted breaths. ‘For giving me something to remember.’
17
‘Scarlett, these just came for you.’
Margaret enters my office, taking me away from my daydream of Gregory making love to me on the sand of a Caribbean bay, moonlight illuminating every curve and edge of his perfect face.
Margaret smiles, the soft pink of her lipstick matching the shade of her blouse. ‘They’re very beautiful,’ she says, inhaling the scent of the dozen red roses she’s holding.
She places the flowers on my desk and I take the small, red envelope, already knowing who they’re from.
I miss seeing you all day every day.
X
‘Thanks, Margaret.’
