“What happened then?” His words come out rough.
I tell him about Adrian. The storage room. About how close I was when Adrian pulled out and finished on my face.
“He didn’t let you come?”
“No.” My face burns. “He said next time he might.”
He groans, but I catch a flicker of something on his face. The corner of his mouth lifts like he’s won something.
“You let another man edge you.”
“I...” My throat tightens. “It’s not like I asked for it.”
Robert laughs. “Shannon, you said he left you there. You could have finished yourself.”
He’s right.
“You came home to me instead.”
“Yes.”
He backs me up until I’m flush against the nearest wall. “That’s everything I wanted.”
My breath catches and a fresh wave of arousal makes my body respond.
“Show me.” His fingers slide into my hair. “Show me how he fucked you.”
I spin until I’m facing the wall and rest my palms on the plaster.
Our bedroom wall is smooth, not cold concrete. And Robert knows how to touch me in ways Adrian never will. He knows how to angle my hips to hit the spot that makes me come hard every time.
“He touched you here?” Robert cups me through the fabric of my panties, soaked through, and I whimper.
“Yes. But he was rougher. He didn’t care about...”
“About what you needed.” Robert pulls my panties down to my knees and rubs my clit with the skill of a man who’s spent fifteen years learning my body. “He took what he wanted and left you aching.”
“Yes.” I’m trembling. Close enough that I might come before he even fucks me. The orgasm I was denied is right there, and Robert knows it.
“Look at you.” There’s wonder in his voice. “So wound up you can barely stand. Another man did this to you and sent you home to me.”
He spins me around, yanks his sweatpants down, and lifts me against the wall. He pushes inside me in one smooth stroke.
I cry out. The stretch is different, but just as wonderful.
“Beg for it.” Robert’s words are rough as he fucks me.
Fuuuck. The words stream out of my mouth. “Please, Robert. Please. I need to come. He didn’t let me and I... please...”
“That’s it.” He slides his hand between us and circles my clit while he hammers me into the wall.
My orgasm hits and I scream. My body convulses around him, voice cracking. Robert holds me pinned to the wall, fucking me through it, his own groans mixing with mine.
“Again,” he says.
He carries me to the bed. Bends me over the mattress the way Tony bent me over his desk. He drives into me from behind with long, deep strokes that make me sob into the bedding. He rubs my clit again, relentless, and I shatter a second time with his name tearing from my throat.
“Again.”
