He chuckles. “Mesmerized by the view. God, you’re so fucking sexy, Misty. Ride my cock. Give me everything you’ve got.”
And give him everything I’ve got is just what I do. I roll my hips, taking him in fast and deep, and as much as I try to hold off, I can’t. My orgasm takes over, and I brace myself on his thick thighs as I spin out of control, my pussy clenching around him.
Just as I come down, he grabs onto my hips to hold me still as he thrusts harder and faster than I thought physically possible. He takes what he needs, and I look over my shoulder to watch him.
“Misty!”
It comes out through gritted teeth before his mouth drops open. With two more thrusts, he stills, and falls back to the bed, his arms at his sides.
“Wow.”
My legs shake as I climb off of him, and I agree. “Yeah. Wow.”
He pulls the full condom off and tosses it into a wastebasket before pulling me down to lie with him. We’re both sweating and panting, and I’ve never felt sexier.
“It’s funny,” he says and laughs as I rest my head on his chest.
“What is?”
“You’re so sassy and bossy, but in bed, you’re good at submitting. And you like it a little dirty.”
Smirking, I know I’m blushing. “It’s new. I’ve never been like that before. But then again, I’ve always had to take control.”
“Been with a lot of guys who don’t know what to do with what they’ve got?”
“Basically,” I say and laugh.
“Satisfied?”
I look up at him and give him a cocky grin of my own. “For now.”
This earns an eyebrow cock that makes me giggle. “For now?”
“I have a week of being a single woman. Unless you’ve got plans.”
“I get an entire week with you?”
Nodding, I bite my lower lip. “If you want.”
“What about work?”
“Covered.”
“Fuck, you’re going to need a wheelchair by the time we’re done, baby.”
His lips find mine, and this time, it’s slow and sensual. Now that I’ve finally found the release I’ve had pent up for weeks—probably months, even—we can take our time.
Yep. This is going to end terribly. But at least it’ll be a hell of a fun ride while it lasts.
Chapter Seventeen
Zeppelin
After three days together, I’m still surprised to have Misty in my bed. There’s no sneaking off in the early mornings. There’s no other man to get home to. When I wake up, she’s still beside me.
I know she said no strings, but I want more. I want something. And I have to show her that it’s possible once the week ends.
“How about we do something a little different tonight?” I ask.
