Her cries drove me wild with need. My cock was so hard it was aching, but she wasn’t quite there yet. She thrashed wildly on the bed, like I was exorcising a demon from her body.
When her hips yanked so hard away from me that she pulled herself out of my grasp, I grinned, yes, it was time.
“Fuck me, Aleks! I need you inside me right now!”
I grabbed her legs and flipped her onto her front. She let out a startled cry but quickly scooted up onto all fours. I crawled onto the bed behind her and slid my cock into her, grabbing her hips firmly and setting about wrecking her completely. My hips pounded hard. My balls slapped against her with each thrust and the noises she made—oh sweet God—they were incredible.
She dropped her chin to the bed, her arse still up high, and the duvet swallowed the rest of her orgasm. I pressed a hand against the small of her back and dropped my head back as if to stare up into the face of God, who must be watching this divine act unfold. This was truly heaven.
A low groan rumbled out from my chest. My balls tightened. My eyes rolled back in my head and I came with a primal moan. My hips jerked as I pumped her full of my release.
Her cries became whimpers and I slowed, bringing us both down from such incredible highs.
Her strength gave out first and she slithered off my cock, collapsing on the bed. I laid down beside her and rested a hand on her back, caressing gently up and down her spine.
“That was so good,” she moaned, her voice muffled by the duvet. “I bet you’ve had a lot of practice.”
I smiled. “Not really. It’s instinct.”
She rolled onto her side and looked at me with shining eyes. A tear rolled down her temple.
“Are you all right?” I asked, frowning.
She nodded and smiled. “Overwhelmed with oxytocin, but yeah, I’m fine.”
I pulled her against my body and tucked her head under my chin. I wanted to stay like this forever. But it was time to face the music.
“I should go,” I said at last. “It’s time.”
“Life is calling,” she said, her voice soft, reluctant.
“It is.” I held her even more tightly. “If I don’t see you before Bahrain, I’ll be missing you.”
“Me too.” She pulled back just enough to look into my face. “How about a quote? To keep my editor happy?”
“No comment.” I grinned. “I won’t let you use your sexual power over me for a story. What do you think I am?”
“Media-savvy,” she said with a scowl that I know she didn’t mean. “But that’s so unfair, Champion. You used your sexual power over me just now, while I was on the phone! That was a business call. With my boss. And you got all frisky and interrupted. The least you can do is give me a stock line that your PR handler would approve of.”
I heaved a dramatic sigh and stroked her hair.
“That’s a fair assessment. Okay. You can have this, on the record: ‘I am deeply concerned about the allegations. I know nothing about any misconduct and am working with my team to clear up any confusion’.”
“No,” she shook her head and pulled out of my embrace completely, sitting up on the bed and looking down at me, her expression serious. “Don’t say that. I won’t use it.”
“Why?” I asked, sitting up.
“It makes you sound complicit.”
“It does?” I frowned.
“It sounds like you’re dismissing my case. Like it’s all a misunderstanding. That makes you sound guilty. A single soundbite won’t help. Give me a full interview. Go on the record, for real, share your side. It’s the only way.”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Not before I talk to a lawyer, and my team.”
