Devin groans loudly again, and I freeze when I hear footsteps in the hallway. "Grumble." He wriggles his shoulders, as if annoyed that my hands have stopped moving. “Mmm… grumble.”
I run my fingernail lightly down his spine just to watch him shiver. "Somebody was walking by," I whisper. "I didn't want them to think we were…you know."
Devin rolls, pulling me on top of him. “It’s a romantic chalet in winter. What do you think every other couple has been doing?” he laughs.
My expression must startle him because he quickly adds, “I’m not suggesting anything, beautiful. I’m just saying we don’t need to worry about what people think. And thank you,” he whispers as our eyes lock. “I feel much better.”
“Good.” Why can’t I seem to catch my breath?
The corner of his lip twitches. “Remember that honesty thing?”
“Yeah.”
“Those little shorts of yours are driving me crazy.”
As if to illustrate his point his cock shifts, standing to partial attention in his boxers, right up against my mound. I gasp.
“I need you to tell me honestly, Laila, and with no hesitation… Would you like to sleep on your side of the bed? Or in my arms?” He grins cheekily. “Option three, would you like to lie down so I can slip my hand into those adorable shorts and make you groan like I just was?”
My mouth falls open for a few seconds, then I nod quickly. “Option three,” I squeak.
My heart is in my throat as he rolls me onto my side, holding me close. His fingers trail across my lower belly, where my shirt is hitched up. "Every inch of your skin is so soft." His low voice is sending ripples between my thighs again. I'm not used to this much heat.
His lips drag slowly along my throat, as if he's waiting until I'm breathless with desire before capturing my mouth.
Devin pulls back for just a moment and smiles. "Seriously, I need to feel you come in my arms. May I?"
Being the object of his desire is sending fireworks sparking through my bloodstream. I'm already nodding, clutching his shoulders as I roll toward him. His palm grips my inner thigh firmly, pulling it back and over his hip to spread me wide. His lips muffle my desperate cries as his hand slips into my shorts and panties.
I'm not sure if I should be embarrassed. My pussy is already swollen and wet just from straddling him.
Devin grins, dragging his middle finger straight through my slit. "Already so juicy for me. I love how much you want this, Laila.”
His voice is somehow even lower. I bite back a squeal, shivering slightly as his fingertip runs up and down through my crease, teasing both of us.
"Hey." His lips are near my ear, and I can hear every breath. “Maybe someday…possibly weeks from now…if you were to decide that a boring old stockbroker is the man for you…" His finger dips inside me just to the first knuckle as I force myself not to squirm. "I think you feel how hard you make me. Do we think that would fit right here?"
He pumps his finger in and out shallowly. Then I gasp when his thumb flutters against my clit. The way he already knows how to make my body feel so good makes me wonder if maybe there is a chance we actually belong together.
"So beautiful," he grits out, somehow managing to rub my entire pussy at once while concentrating on my button. "I can feel the heat of your skin. You're actually blushing in my arms. Do you know how sexy that is?"
I shake my head, trying to focus on breathing in and out.
“I wish I had a photo of this moment," he continues dreamily. “Your hair all fanned out, kind of messy. Your pupils, all dilated. And your perfect lips…" He kisses me again, rougher this time.Every stroke, every motion between my thighs sends pulses all the way from my ankles to my nipples.
This can't be happening. We just met. We're supposed to be focusing on getting along with his coworkers. Supposed to be selling this fake relationship.
The one that is somehow turning real. At least, turning physical.
The way Devin kisses me with his entire body makes every fear and bit of shyness simply disappear. The way he’s been calling me beautiful nonstop honestly makes me feel that way for the first time.
I don't care if this is just for the weekend. Everything about Devin feels incredible and I want to experience every single moment.
He growls, kissing me so hard and deep that I can barely breathe. My hips are rocking against his hand as the pressure builds fast.
"So fucking sexy," he grunts, pulling back to watch my expression. "I can feel your hot pussy clamping around my finger. Can feel what you really need, beautiful. What your sweet pussy wants. It's me, isn't it?"
Suddenly I feel like I’m falling, spasming around his finger as my back arches, a strange, stuttering cry erupting from my throat, part scream, part squeal. Is that a second finger inside me while his thumb is swiping circles and across the surface of my clit? Is he going to leave marks on my neck from biting so hard?
