“Leave it like this. I like it.”
“That’s male pride for you. And I won’t leave it like this.” I pressed a kiss to his chest. “You can be content with the knowledge that you’ll be making my knickers wet all day.”
His laugh was choked. “Marie! That’s too much - ”
“Nope. You put it there. You can know about it.”
His cock stirred underneath me.
“For feck’s sake. Really?”
This time his laugh was quieter. “It’s a turn on. What are you doing after work?”
“Washing my underwear.”
Another laugh. I wondered when the last time was that he’d laughed as much.
“Seriously. How about we go for a meal? I promise no shop talk.”
I didn’t answer him at first, enjoying how his hand was moving on my back, his big palm making circles over my skin, soothing and relaxing and with a hint of it turning into something else. There was some time for that, and as the usualawkwardness of a one-night stand wasn’t there, it could be a good way to start the day.
But a meal meant it wasn’t one night. It would be two, which would probably become three, although he wasn’t here permanently. He’d fly back to London to sort his life out and would meet someone else. By the time I next went to London to our office there, he’d likely have met someone else, be engaged to her and settling down again.
Was a two-week stand any different to one night if you knew there was a definite end date? Not with sex like that.
“We could do a meal. Want me to book somewhere?” I’d made my mind up. This could continue.
“Somewhere small. Not flashy.” His hand lowered to my ass. I could see where this was going.
I shifted so I was straddling him, lifting my body up so he had a full view of two of his new favourite things.
Grant didn’t disappoint, his hands going straight to my breasts, cupping them, gently pushing them together. A familiar pulse started between my legs.
“Somewhere inexpensive?”
His smile was like that of a kid in a sweet shop, his eyes on my tits. “It can cost as much as you want, just make it somewhere I don’t have to punch a load of men for looking at you.”
“Oh.” I think I liked this possessive streak. “I see.”
He pulled me down closer, lifting his head so he could put his mouth where his fingers had been playing, sucking at my nipple and causing little shimmers of electricity to run through my body, before he switched to the other.
I reached behind me, taking hold of his cock which was unsurprisingly awake and ready.
“One for the road?” I lifted my hips, impaling myself on his cock with practiced ease.
Grant groaned, his hands now on my hips, having a say in the speed, which wasn’t going to be quick. “As many as you want for the road. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you today.”
“I’ll make sure to wear something really low cut.”
“Tease.”
“You can think about what’s underneath.” I sped up, sensing that this wasn’t going to take long. “I’ll think about what’s in your pants.”
That was enough for him to flip us over, taking back control which I’d found he liked having.
“Think about what I’ll do to you later.” His pace picked up, my body starting to quiver. “Think about how I’ll make you come. If I let you come.”
I moaned, probably his name, I wasn’t sure because I was beyond cognizant right now as another orgasm wrecked my body. He pushed my legs up higher, the position dirty and hot, his cock hard and hitting all the right places.
