“Yes, fuck yes,” I pant.
The coil that’s wound so tight inside me reaches its peak, and with the next thrust, he pushes me past the point of oblivion. My hair falls wildly around me, as I drop my head back and Denham pushes into me hard, riding out my orgasm before his follows just after. He growls through gritted teeth, and it’s one of the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard.
My body starts to go limp, as I come down from the orgasm induced high, and I flop forward to lie on Denham’s chest. His heart beats wildly under my ear, and his chest inflates and deflates at a rapid rate.
He rolls us until we both lay on our sides, and runs his fingers through my hair, while kissing my face all over.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “Stunning when you come for me.”
I smile at him, and he kisses me tenderly on the lips, but even that feels like it uses more energy than I have.
“I think you broke me,” I groan as my eyes start to feel heavy.
“Stunner, you’re not broken, you just need to sleep.” He laughs, wrapping one of his legs over mine and pulling me in closer to his chest.
“I’m sticking to the chocolate on your chest,” I giggle, trying to peel myself from him.
“I like you being stuck to me. In fact, we could stay here and let the chocolate set and be stuck together, that way I wouldn’t have to worry about you.”
“You hired a fleet of commandos, I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” I joke. But it just brings us back to reality a little and I sigh.
“It won’t always be like this, Ari. I promise.”
“I know,” I whisper, praying he’s right before nuzzling into him and drifting off to sleep.
Chapter 11
Arianna
“Shit, shit, shit!” I curse as I fling the covers off and fly out of bed.
I’m late.
Well, not officially late, yet. I have to get to the boutique in half an hour, and I’m still half covered in chocolate from last night. I fell asleep snuggled with Denham on the rooftop, and sometime during the night Denham carried me back downstairs, and into bed. I haven’t slept so deeply in such a long time. No dreams. No nightmares. Just real life tiredness, brought on from working, and sexy time with my man.
Denham turns over in bed, and some of the sheet falls away from his legs. The stark whiteness of the bed linen is a delicious contrast to his tan skin, and I admire him momentarily beforeI remember, I’m late for work, and the longer I stand here gawking at him, the later I’m going to be.
I half run into the bathroom, turning on the shower, and jumping in with a squeal as it hasn’t had time to warm up. I wash in record time, but my hair takes a little longer as there are strands that have dried chocolate in them.
No time for any preening today, once I’m out and dried, I run through the bedroom with my hair wrapped in a towel, flinging open wardrobe doors, and throwing the first skirt and blouse that I come to, on the bed.
“What’s the hurry, Stunner?” Denham groans in a husky, half asleep, deliciously sexy voice. It does things to me. My insides involuntarily clench, and a pink flush spreads across my chest. Judging by the tent effect when Denham shifts in bed, I’d say his train of thought is on the same track as mine.
No! No time for this!
“I’m late. Late, late, late,” I mumble, ruffling the towel through my long hair, and deciding it’s going to have to be tied up in a tight, neat bun, without even being dried.
I pull some underwear out of the drawer and drop the towel on the floor before stepping into my panties and fumbling with the bra that is struggling to fit properly on my damp skin.
“Call Beth.”
“Why?” I question.
“Because, Stunner, I want you to peel those scant little strips of lace off your body, and I want you to do it real slow.” He props himself up on one elbow and smirks. “There’s no way you’re going to make it to work in the next hour or so.” His voice takes on an even huskier edge, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so torn in my life. I so badly want to strip for him. I want to take my time with him. But this is only the second day at my new job, and whether Denham can wrap Beth around his little finger, is notthe point. Arriving late or calling in, due to an inability to control my lust, is very unprofessional.
So, despite the temptation, I pretend he didn’t just say that.
I whip my clothes off the bed, turn my back, and dress fully. But I do it fast, and just as I fasten the zip up the back of my pencil skirt, Denham clasps both my hands in his, and holds them securely in the small of my back.
