“More, Baron, please more.” I say softly and he complies. He handles me roughly and pleasure erupts inside of me. The feeling of my breast against the pub bathroom wall no longer in my mind.
My panties are soaked and I can’t wait to feel Baron deep inside of me. His hands skate up my inner thigh and his expert fingers massage my clit through the damp cotton material.
“Mmm, Baron.” I let my head fall back as the man takes over and pleasures me. His hands wrestle to get me out of my clothes and when he pulls my panties off he quickly moves down to taste me. I used to enjoy this, before. Now I only feel like Baron is lapping up something dirty. My body reacts but it doesn’t feel like it once did.
Before he can get too comfortable with his face between my thighs I grab hold of him to pull him up, “I don’t want that. I want you inside of me. I don’t want to wait.” I hope that’s enough of a reason.
He doesn’t question me, instead he just undoes his pants, pulling them down his legs. I open my legs as wide as I can get them on the couch and he sinks into me slowly. A slight pain blossoms inside of me as he enters me but it’s quickly erased by ecstasy. He pumps into me slowly at first, a steady rhythm meant to last for hours. It’s not enough to erase the sounds in my mind. I need more.
I close my eyes, fear of seeing the judgement on his face when I tell him what I want. “Baron, I need… I need…” My words come out in a stutter. He grabs hold of my chin harder than I expect and my eyes fly open.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want Delaney, and it’s yours.” His voice is gravely and it fuels me.
“Fuck me Baron. I want you to fuck me.”
One of his thick eyebrows hitches up and just when I think he’s going to stop he gives me a sly smirk that has me bracing in anticipation. I just issued him a challenge and it seems as if he’s going to take me seriously. He lifts my leg as far as it will go bending me in half. My skirt bunching up on my stomach.
He pulls back once before he slams into me hard and the pace doesn’t slow from there. He rails into me fast and powerful causing me to scream loudly as my body rushes towards an orgasm. Thank goodness there’s no one here because they surely would have heard me.
“Baron, oh yes, fuck, I’m close.” I whimper as he continues to pump into me.
“Come for me, love. I need to feel you.” He leans down and kisses my lips once the tenderness a complete opposite from the brutal pounding. I suck in a huge breath and my muscles clench as my body falls into an ocean of pleasure. My orgasm pulsing hard through my slick pussy.
“Yes!” Baron hisses out as he continues to hammer into me. His stroke no longer on rhythm and swear now covers his brow. He stares in my eyes and I watch the all consuming desire turn to vulnerability right before he leans his head back and growls up to the sky, his body jerking his release deep inside of me.
Instantly my mind worries about pregnancy and I almost laugh at the irony. I guess I won’t have to worry about that anymore. I want to laugh but I know if I start I’ll be crying in no time. I can’t do this to him. I can’t drop this much on him and expect him to still want to be in my life. I’m too messed up. I’m too much for him. I need to put some space between him and I.
Baron falls down to my chest and I cradle him there, running my fingers through his hair. “You know I think I’m going to take you up on your offer.” I say softly as he’s still trying to come down from his high.
“Hmm?” He asks.
“The few weeks off? If it’s still on the table I know what I want to do.”
He lifts his head off me and looks into my eyes. “What’s that?”
“I think I want to go back to Switzerland for a little while. There’s a bit of a family emergency going on but since I’m here I’m not of much help. I think going to see my family for a little while might help.” I shrug. It’s not a lie. It’s not a lie, I repeat to myself over and over again. It’s a family emergency, just not one involving my brothers and sisters.
“You want to go to Switzerland?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips tensing into a thin line. “You want to leave me?”
“Not leave you, just a vacation like you suggested. I’ll be back.” I smile as brightly as I can muster and that must appease him because he just nods and lays back down. He doesn’t protest, but I can feel the tension in his face against my breasts.
I’m too into him when I know I can’t keep him. Not only because of all I am but because the man is my boss. Honestly, how much messier can this get.
CHAPTER5
BARON
Delaney’s kiss goodbye lingers on my cheek even now, hours later. Staring at my reflection on the elevator wall, I reach to touch the spot. She’d smiled so sweetly before leaving for her gate, but the shadows in her eyes haunted me.
“Shit,” I curse hoarsely. “I have to navigate this carefully.” Delaney had basically attacked me in the hallway. She had never been so forceful before. I look down at my hand that had been caressing her.
“I’ll go check reception and the construction crew.” Muttering to myself, I clench my hand into a tight fist. Delaney is in the air right now, flying away from me. Going to a place I can’t go. When she said she was going to take the vacation, I didn’t think she meant immediately. When we got up from the couch in my office, she was already booking a red-eye flight. I wasn’t expecting her to be gone so soon. My heart pounds hard against my ribs. I’m missing her already. I shake myself out of the funk that’s threatening to take over me. She needs this time to relax. While she’s gone, I can make sure that she has nothing to worry about. “I’ll call her new assistant in today. Tom will blow a capillary if he has to oversee the events over the weekend by himself.”
But I can’t help but think about the part of the conversation I’d overheard between Delaney and her brother. She was meeting him and his wife today; she wouldn’t bail on him unless it was important. “Urgh . . . this is a terrible time to be sleep-deprived.”
I rub my eyes with my fists as my brain aches fiercely behind my eyes. Once I make sure everything is running smoothly, I’ll find somewhere quiet to take a nap. Nodding to myself, determination sets my jaw as the elevator jostles to a stop and the doors open.
“Ulla?” I ask in slight horror, and she turns to me with a pinched, almost constipated look on her face. My exhaustion vanishes instantly, and every cell in my body is on high alert. “What’re you doing here?”
