A look of pure ecstasy crossed her face as I folded her lower half to get even deeper. I shoved in brutally quick, touching places inside of her that had my cock engulfed in pleasure of itsown. Nothing had ever fit me so right and so well. Her pussy was everything I wanted, and sparks of desire zipped down my spine and gathered where I was seated inside her cunt.
“You and your pussy are perfect,” I told her. “Absolutely perfect.”
I leaned down, sandwiching her legs between our bodies. I gripped her hair and held her head up as my mouth descended on hers once more. I kissed her deeply, ravaging her lips and her cunt in all the attention and praise they deserved. Nothing had ever tasted better. Nothing had ever felt more right.
Her core clenched around me, and the essence of her satisfaction in my gut suddenly mounted as she balanced on the cusp of yet another orgasm. Wanting to join her, I ground harder and pressed into her at an angle that had her crying out and my balls drawing up. I hissed against her mouth and shivered when she bit down on my lip. I spilled myself inside of her, and she spasmed with release around me.
Even after I’d finished, I didn’t pull out. I remained there, my dick still hard and ready for more. I dropped her legs back around my hips before bracing my hands on either side of her head. I leaned down and placed a quick kiss to her lips.
“So,” I purred, “do you get what it’s supposed to feel like now?”
Her chest rose and fell hard, but she managed to laugh and shut her hazy eyes. “Yeah. I get it now.”
Chapter 19
Serenity
I MINDLESSLY GATHERED MY BELONGINGS as I finished work for the day, my thoughts constantly drifting back to this past weekend. Or more specifically, to Dante. I still felt him everywhere we’d touched and everywhere our bodies had lined up.
After he’d shown me what real pleasure was like, something had shifted between us. There was a sudden hunger to constantly touch, and for the first time in my life, Iwantedto have sex. I wanted to kiss and touch and lose myself in lust with him. And he was happy to oblige.
I lost count of how many times we fooled around over the weekend, both at his house on Saturday night and at my apartment yesterday. We didn’t stop until I was a shaking, breathless mess. The memories made fire swoop low in my belly all over again, and I quickly shook my head to refocus on straightening up my office desk.
At least, until dark skin, a husky voice, and skilled hands rushed back into my thoughts.
“Get your head out of the gutter, Serenity,” I mumbled to myself.
A knock sounded on my office door. I looked up to find my dad standing in the doorway with Scarlett behind him. His business attire was perfectly pressed, and his graying hair wasraked back. The lines around his eyes were tight, even as he tried to smile at me.
“Can we chat?” Dad asked and strolled into the room.
A pit opened up in my stomach. Dad never dropped in to “chat.” The phrasing of the question and my step-mother’s presence told me this wasn’t going to be a simple work visit where we discussed Addie’s house project. I wasn’t talking to my boss and his assistant right now. I was facing my disappointed father and hateful step-mom.
“S-Sure,” I managed to answer.
Dad adjusted his pristine dress shirt as he sat in the seat across from me. Scarlett hovered in the doorway for a moment to survey my office with a lip curled in disgust. The little animal desk trinkets and fake flowers that I used to add a sprinkle of happiness to my space grated on her nerves. When I’d been growing up under their roof, my bedroom had been like a prison cell with its thousand rules and lifeless aesthetic. My step-mother hated anything I liked and didn’t try hiding her disagreement in my choice of clothes, decor, or preferences.
Scarlett’s platinum hair was pulled back in a flawless ponytail, and a designer pantsuit hugged her well-endowed figure. She was my dad’s assistant here at work, yet she dressed as though she were the showrunner of the company. Her ensemble wasn’t complete without her gold cross necklace, which she always wore around her slender throat. The symbol didn’t match the poisonous smile she gave me as she finally came into the room and shut the door behind her.
I picked at my thumb, my heart constricting as I looked at Dad once more. “What’s up?”
Dad leaned back in his chair and folded his hands across his abdomen. “Sorry to barge in late in the day. I know you’re off the clock. Did you have plans after leaving here?”
I cleared my throat of the gravel residing there before speaking. “Just going home to write.”
“So no, then,” Scarlett concluded with a dismissive chuckle.
Anger burned through me, and it took every bit of willpower to refrain from lashing out at the woman who’d been in my life for thirteen years now. Even after all that time, our relationship had only managed to get worse, never better.
This was a prime example of why. Ever since I’d completed writing my trilogy, everything in my life had gone off the rails, taking my ability to write with it. I was in a better place these days, so I had hoped to sit down and write something new when I left here. Something so important to me was ajoketo her.
Ignoring her comment, I held my dad’s stare. “Is everything okay?”
He leaned forward to rest his arms on my desk. “Well, I’m not really sure. That’s what I’m here to talk about.”
The pebbles in my gut turned into boulders, and my heart began to race with dread.
“Your mother says you’ve been avoiding Bradley at work.”
