“Can you stay?”
He waited a beat before answering. “I wanted to tell you about what happened at work today, thought I’d get some sympathy and let you soothe my wounds. I wasn’t going to leave the office until at least seven, then take you for dinner and conversation before dropping you off at your door.”
“And now?”
“When I saw your text, I said to myself that I didn’t care about working through lunch for once. I wanted to sit in that classroom of yours that smells like paper and your perfume and tell you what a dick Tony is. Then I was going to go back to work and be the drone they expect me to be.”
Disappointment flooded through her. “So you can’t stay.”
Davis put his hand on her leg, stroked upward. “For once, I’m going to remember that my father owns the fucking company, and I’m going to act like the entitled snob half my coworkers think I am.”
Luna grinned. “I like that plan.”
She liked it all the more when she screamed his name, splayed out on her bed with his face between her legs.
“We’re going to bronze your tongue,” she said as he climbed up her surging body and settled over her. “And we’re going to sell it. I’ll make millions.”
“Baby, I’ll give you millions without you needing to coat my tongue with molten metal.”
She laughed until he slipped inside her, gasped instead, and gripped his hips with her thighs. “Fuck.”
“I’m trying.”
He pulled away before slamming home, setting up a pace that left her breathless. She couldn’t do more than gasp for air and squeeze her eyes closed as he fucked her roughly. He changed his angle, raising her pelvis and delving deeper. She didn’t even know his cock could hit that spot so intensely, so thoroughly. What she thought was gone came roaring back as she came again, clenching and curling around him. His name fell in a litany from her lips, but he encouraged her to go further.
“I can’t. Nothing left.”
“Oh, there’s more. Give it to me, Luna.”
She looked up to see his brilliant blue eyes boring down at her. His relentless pounding had her thinking maybe he was right. Still, she’d never had more than two orgasms at one time.
“Fuck, Luna, touch yourself. Please.”
She couldn’t. She didn’t even do that alone, much less with someone watching.
“I’m so close, love, give me one more.”
“You do it,” she begged. Yes, she was close. So close she felt it running deep under the surface, ready to drag her under in a cloud of bliss.
“You want me to stop fucking you and move my hands?”
She whimpered. “No.”
It was there, nebulous, but within reach.If.
She let her arm drop from his shoulder. He didn’t shift his focus, didn’t indicate he was aware she moved. He held her ass tight in his grip as he held her off the mattress and drove into her hard and sure. She cried out when he yanked her higher, penetrated deeper, and knew she could do it.
Without thinking of what she was doing, she moved her hand until she found what she was after. Her body already held the sheen of sweat, her pussy already dripped with her desire. Her fingers fumbled until she was certain she’d found her clit. The shock wave she caused by circling it encouraged her as much as Davis panting at her did.
“Yes,God. Oh, Luna.”
Her hips bucked into his, the rush of heat spread around her and through her. She’d never come so hard in her life, not even in all the times Davis made her soar.
He snapped his hips a final time, pausing with his body pressed to hers so tightly he trapped her hand between them. She couldn’t possibly have cared.
“What was that?”
He lifted his head to kiss her nose. “Multiple orgasms equals more intensity.”
He dropped his head to her neck again, and she basked in his closeness. She wiggled her hand until she could free it, then ran both hands over his back.
“Better use of your time than a crappy day at the office, huh?”
He chuckled into her neck and finally rolled off to flop on the bed beside her. “Without a doubt.”
