One of his hands gripped my hip, the other slid around to squeeze my butt. His lips pressed more firmly against mine, and finally his tongue slipped into my mouth. I sighed into the connection. My hands ran over his shoulders, then held tight. How was I this close to Curtis? I must’ve done something right in a previous life because this was karma with a capital K and an accompanying marching band. My vagina was screaming, “More, more.” If he wasn’t inside me soon, I was going to cry.
The determined stroke of his tongue against mine ratcheted up the tension in my body, if that was even possible. The hand on my ass pulled me down. I took the hint and ground against his generous erection. God, that felt good. If I kept this up, I was going to come.
Curtis groaned. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. That’s it, beautiful Faith. Take what you need.”
Pressure built in my core, my clit in heaven. But I cravedmore. Wanted more. This might be the only time he let his guard down. “I want you. Inside me. Please, Curtis.” That was the first time I’d ever been that forward with a man. Normally, I just waited for things to happen. I’d probably never wanted it this badly.
His hips thrust up to meet me grinding down. He kissed my neck, then sucked on it. He moved his hand from my waist to untuck my shirt, then skimmed up my bare skin. He pushed my bra cup down and gently pinched my nipple. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, but I need your cock inside me now. Please don’t make me beg.”Faith Harriette Emery, you eat donuts with that mouth! Luckily my whole body was already burning up, so my blushing cheeks just blended in. If we kept this up, I was going to come without him, which wasn’t a totally bad thing if I was honest.
“Patience. I want to make you come like this first; then I promise you can have my cock.” His lips found mine again, the heat of his tongue assailing my whole body.
Oh, Jesus, he was going to kill me.
I held his shoulders while his other hand dove between us. He ripped a hole in my stockings, pulled my panties aside, and his fingers claimed me. He slipped one finger inside while his thumb rubbed circles on my most tender spot. My eyes rolled so far back that I might never be able to see again.
My hips gyrated into his hand. He was practically groaning with each word. “God, you’re so wet. You like it when I touch your cunt?”
Oh shit, the dirty talk was next level. No one had ever spoken to me like that before, and I loved it. “Yes, Curtis. It feels so good. I’m so close.” I didn’t normally talk so much either. His fingers were obviously magical, and all my inhibitions had taken a hike with my good sense. I hoped they were happy together, because I was happy without them.
He stared into my eyes, and I couldn’t have looked away if Itried. My whole universe had shrunk to this moment with this man. Was this what a true connection felt like?
“Come for me, beautiful. I’m going to watch. I want to see what I do to you.” He added a second finger to the erotic slide. In and out, in and out. All the while, his thumb, slick with my juices, slid tantalizingly over my nub.
Eyes closed, my core pulled tight, the pleasure building. His thumb pressed harder.Oh, fuck. “I’m going to come.”
My orgasm hit with the force of the promised supernova, the waves of bliss cascading over me again and again. No man had ever made me come like that.
He brought me down gently. When he was sure I was done, he lifted his hand to his mouth and smirked before placing two of his fingers in his mouth. He sucked them clean. What the hell? Was that normal? Was this guy a unicorn, or had I been dating the wrong guys? “Mmm. Next time, I’m going to eat from the source.” Could this man get any sexier?
He was still rock-hard underneath me. I didn’t want to break the spell by asking anything, but he wasn’t making any other moves. “Are we having sex?”
He laughed. “That wasn’t enough? Sheesh, I’ll have to up my game.”
I smiled, and even though I felt unsure and vulnerable—because he was way out of my league—I said, “It was everything.” My smile dissipated, and I stared into his eyes. “I want you to come too.”
“Later. This won’t be the only time, Faith. I’m not a ‘hit it and quit it’ kind of guy.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that. Surely he couldn’t mean he wanted a relationship. We’d only just crossed the line from enemies to… not enemies. “Like not-enemies with benefits?”
He chuckled. “I was thinking something casual for now but exclusive. I want to get to know you. I have a feeling we have a lotmore in common than you think. Besides, I could use a friend.” Quiet earnestness shone from his eyes, and for a moment, his vulnerability made him seem much younger than his thirty-three years. That this sexy, successful, and kind (there were so many examples that I couldn’t deny it any longer) man needed a friend was a stab to the heart. You really never knew what was going on with someone. I would’ve thought Curtis had a large group of loyal friends to call on. The realization sent a pulse of sadness through my chest.
“But I lied to you, and… well, you’re out of my league. Also, I haven’t got a good track record of making sensible decisions where men are concerned. This could be another disaster in the making.”
He angled his head to the side, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Why don’t you go into my bathroom and clean up.” He glanced at his office door. “I didn’t lock the door, and anyone could walk in. I have more I’d like to talk to you about.”
My face, still warm from post-orgasmic bliss, heated to scorching. “Oh God. What if Victoria had come back in?”
He shrugged. “She’d have gotten an eyeful.” Well, if he wasn’t going to worry about it, I supposed I shouldn’t. It wasn’t like they could fire me twice.
I got up, went to his bathroom, and shut the door, trying not to think about having to tell Amy and my mother I’d lost yet another job.
As the hormones receded and my brain function came back online, I realized I’d just made the worst decision ever. Now I’d had a taste of him, going without was going to be worse than being deprived of donuts forever, not to mention history repeating itself with a couple of differences—Curtis was skilled at making me come, and he wasn’t my boss. But still… him saying he wanted to get to know me, it wouldn’t last. We were from separate worlds—mega-rich CEO dating an unemployed loser who was likely going tohave to move out of the city and far away from him. He could’ve been honest and said he just wanted a few sexy times and left it at that. But, no, he hinted I could have more.
Except things never worked out like that. At least for me. When was I going to learn?Stupid vagina. This is all your fault.
Instead of agreeing or even apologizing, she just purred in satisfaction.
