I spin us around, making her straddle me. “Ride me. I want to see those beautiful tits bouncing while you take my cock.”
My clenched hands manage to encircle her slim waist. I pull her down and thrust up, making her take me deeply into her body. She rides, circling her hips, and throws her head back. I’ll never forget this scene. It’s like destiny mocking me. The woman I shouldn’t even consider making mine is all I desire the most.
“I’m going to come again.”
“Yes, you are. And I’m going to fill you up so well, Olívia. I want every part of your body filled by me. There won’t be a place where my cock and tongue won’t be.”
“Guillermo . . .”
She trembles, and pulling her by the shoulders, I bring her mouth to mine and let my tongue devour her with the same hunger my cock does.
One, two, three times, until there’s not a single drop of me that isn’t inside her body.
Chapter 34
“I can’t stay here anymore. There are cameras in the hotel corridors; someone will eventually find out.”
“We don’t need to sneak around.”
He seems upset, and although I partially agree since we are both free and there’s no reason to hide, I don’t want to be pointed out at my workplace as the boss’s mistress. Just the thought makes me feel so bad that I can’t help but grimace.
“Olívia, I don’t like the idea of hiding, but I understand what you’re doing. But this between us won’t end, so let’s do this: you come with me to my place today, we have dinner, and then, finally, we’ll have that conversation.”
“If it’s not about rules, what do you want to talk about?”
“About the past.”
That lights up a warning sign inside me. Not what he said but his tone.
I look at the clock and see that it’s almost six in the morning. We spent practically the entire night awake, but despite being exhausted, I don’t regret it at all.
The problem is I have to meet the chef in less than three hours, so before he can stop me, I get up.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my room. I have to work in a little while.”
He sits on the bed, and the sight of his bare chest immediately has the power to scramble my thoughts again. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I ask, feeling the tips of my breasts swell.
“Like I’m the breakfast you desire.”
I smile because he’s hit the nail on the head. “I can’t deny it.”
“Come here.” He reaches out and makes me sit on his lap. The sheet separates us, like some kind of barrier, but it takes exactly one kiss for us to be on fire.
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?” His mouth nibbles my ear as I struggle to keep control.
As soon as I realize what I said, I hold my impulsive tongue. “Never mind. I just need one more round of you. I can’t imagine a better way to start the day.”
I decide to leave the suite before him, although by now, many people might already know what happened there. I don’t feel ashamed. No one has anything to do with my life; I just wouldn’t like to be seen as receiving privileges for being in a relationship with my boss.
Before overwhelming myself with contradictory thoughts, I choose to allow myself to dream about what happened.
“You’re distracted,” Melissa accuses, but I pretend not to hear.
