I froze and pushed back in an effort to put some distance between us, but he gripped me tight. "Was it that obvious?" It was terrible, and he'd come because I was tight and wet, but it wasn't what he wanted.
His smile was sweet and a tad sheepish. "The barrier I had to break through and the blood afterward were big clues." He spread me wider and flung my legs over his shoulders. "I wouldhave been gentler if I'd known," he whispered and lapped at my pussy until he pulled a groan from me. His tongue flicked against my clit, and my brain short-circuited.
"You were g-g-g-good," I stammered, breathing heavily as his tongue made me feel good, so good that I never wanted it to end.
"I know," he smiled and nibbled the inside of my thigh. "But now this is about you."
And he made it all about me for what felt like an eternity, licking me to a powerful orgasm that cracked my back. He flipped me over on all fours and fingered me to another powerful orgasm that made my stomach muscles tighten almost painfully. He fingered me while he smacked my ass just to see how I reacted. "Oh!"
"You are a dirty girl, Rosalee. See how your pussy gets wetter with each smack?" he asked and smacked me again and again before he took his fingers back. "Look at how wet you are just from a light spanking. I'd love to take a paddle to this sweet ass." He kissed one cheek and then the other before eating me from behind to another orgasm.
"Wow," I panted. "I think I might be dead."
He laughed. "Not yet. Maybe by morning," he whispered and flipped me onto my back. "Maybe by the time the snow stops falling around us." His words were like a promise or maybe a threat as he slid into my body and spent an eternity pleasing me until a volcanic eruption exploded out of me in an orgasm so powerful it triggered his own, and he rolled over, taking me with him.
My last thought was that I was dreaming because there was no way I'd just had earth-tilting sex with my boss. Before I could panic, we both fell asleep with our bodies still connected.
Chapter 17
Xavier
"It's really coming down out there." Rosalee was breathless and gorgeous in my T-shirt as she reentered the bedroom after checking on Violet, a bright smile on her face. "She's no longer warm, just tired."
"The weather up here in the mountains is unpredictable. Freak storms happen all the time, sometimes snow and sometimes rain. They always last a few days." I crooked my finger, beckoning her back to bed.
She smiled and peeled off the T-shirt before climbing into bed and settling on my chest. "You're so warm."
I couldn't help but smile at how sweet she was, even now after everything we'd done together over the past twelve hours. "How in the hell did you make it this far still a virgin?" I could have asked the question in a more delicate way, but it had been eating at me since I pushed past the barrier and cleaned her up.
Rosalee laughed, and when she pushed up to a sitting position, I noticed her cheeks were adorably pink. "Bad relationships."
My expression darkened as my mind raced with the worst possible scenarios. "Give me names," I growled, making her laugh.
"It was nothing as serious as all that, not really. There was no physical abuse, just verbal and mental combined with neglect and disinterest, maybe a heaping dose of manipulation and gaslighting. Feeling bad all the time doesn't really inspire a woman to take that step, at least not me."
"The men in your life are idiots who will never know the paradise they fucked themselves out of." I pulled her flush against my chest and kissed her softly and then harder. "Thank you for trusting me with your body, Rosalee."
"It was well-placed trust, so thank you." Her gaze searched my face, so many questions dancing in her eyes that I braced myself.
"What is it?"
"The stuff we did," she stammered. "That wasn't normal, was it?" Her eyes widened as the words settled in the air. "I don't mean abnormal. I just mean that I read a lot of romance books, and that's not the kind of sex everyone has. Is that your thing, or was that for me?"
She was so fucking cute with her curiosity, but I nodded anyway, waiting to see judgment or disgust in her eyes even though she liked it too. "Yeah, it's my thing."
Her brows wrinkled, and my hands balled into anxious fists. How many times had I tried to explore with women only for it to blow up in my fucking face? That was why I went to a place like Triple Horn with like-minded adults. "How did you know that you liked that stuff? I mean, did someone try it out on you the way you did with me and you were like,oh yeah, that's for me? Or was it just something you knew?" She nibbled her bottom lip and glanced away.
Her question surprised me, and I sat up straighter, determined to give her an honest answer. "Yes and no. I was wild when I first entered the corporate world. I was young and eager, and when I started to make real money, I took everything that was offered. One night, a woman I'd been flirting with took me to a sex club. I was shocked, of course, but once inside, I was eager to try it out, and it was the best thing I'd ever experienced up to that point. The things I enjoyed most told me a lot about myself."
"Wow, that's so brave. I think I'd be too embarrassed. I had to summon all of my courage just to take off my shirt for you."
I laughed. "I know. Your face tells every thought you have."
She covered her face, her red cheeks impossible to hide. "I, um, liked a lot of what you did."
I smiled. "I know." She'd drenched my fingers when I smacked those round ass-cheeks. "Was there anything you didn't like?"
She shook her head. "I thought I'd freak out when you first grabbed my throat, but I felt the way my body responded to it. And when you talked dirty to me."
