I untuck his shirt and thread my hand past his abs. “You’re so hot in a suit.”
“I knew you wore this dress on purpose,” he says right before lifting me onto the counter. He then sheds his jacket, undoes his pants, pulls out his hard cock, and lifts my dress. He picks me up, and I loop my arms around his waist as he finds my entrance, and I fully insert myself on him.
“Fuck, this will never get old,” he says right before pinning me against the wall and thrusting up.
I’m so overwhelmed and caught off guard by the abrupt change that my body freely gives itself to him. I feel my body climb, especially from the way he’s driving into me.
“Breaker,” I whisper into his ear, which makes his entire body shiver.
“Shit, Lia. This is going to be fast.” Holding me tightly, he thrusts a few more times, and I feel my orgasm breaking. I squeeze him tightly, tilt my head back where his lips fall to my neck, and as he peppers kisses along my skin, I let out a guttural moan as I come.
He pumps a few more times and then he releases me, pulls out and then turns away, pumping at his cock until he comes right there on the kitchen floor.
My face heats up from the sight of it.
His hand presses against the counter as we both catch our breath.
“Motherfucker,” he whispers as I walk up to him and lightly take his cock in my hand. I stroke it a few times and then grab a wet paper towel from the kitchen and wipe everything up before helping him put himself back together.
When I’m done, he places both his hands on my cheeks and then kisses my mouth for a few moments before pulling away.
“This is going to be impossible.”
“What will be impossible?” I ask.
“Leaving you to go to work,” he answers. “I just want to stay here all fucking day with you . . . and night.”
“Now who’s the clingy one?”
He chuckles and sighs before pulling me into a hug. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay.”
He kisses me one more time before groaning and stepping away. “Bye, Lia.”
“Bye, Breaker. Have a good day.”
I wave, and he takes off. When the door shuts, I press my hand to my forehead and lean against the counter.
God . . . that was intense and oh so satisfying.
* * *
Breaker:How’s your day so far? Mine’s been pretty lame. I think I’m going to ask JP and Huxley if I can work from home from now on.
Lia:Probably not your best idea. We wouldn’t get anything done.
Breaker:Not my problem.
Lia:It’s your company with your brothers. It’s very much your problem.
Breaker:Then I need to go on vacation. Let’s go somewhere.
Lia:I’m still trying to catch up on all the work I’ve missed out on over the past few weeks.
Breaker:Quit your job. I’ll hire you.
Lia:To be what?
