I remove my hand, and she lets out a little cry of protest. I clasp her hips and flip her over. Setting her on her feet.
I stand, remove my shoes, and undress. Tossing my shirt and suit pants into one of the navy chairs in front of me.
Then I scoop her up into my arms and walk past the door behind my desk.
Her eyes widen in surprise. “You have your own hotel suite?”
I sit on the bed and stand her between my legs. I finish removing her shoes and jeans. She lifts her arms, and I tug her shirt over her head. And unclasp her bra.
She climbs into my lap and straddles me. We’re nose to nose. I bring my mouth to hers, and she starts moving her hips, grinding against my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you want.”
“I want a condom,” she says.
I produce the foil package. She takes it from me and rips it open, then leans back and rolls it over me.
She lifts her hips, and I guide my tip to her entrance.
“Porter,” she gasps as my thumb strokes her clit.
She sinks down onto my cock slowly.
Painfully slow.
Her forehead rests against mine.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as she rides me. “Feels so good.”
I clasp her hips and twist.
She lands beneath me, and her legs fall open. I thrust leisurely as I make love to her. Peppering kisses on her forehead, her eyes, and her nose.
Driving us both wild.
She begs me to go faster, but I take my time.
When she can no longer stand it, she digs her fingers into my lower back and demands, “Harder, Porter. I’m so close; I need it harder.”
I dip my head and bite a nipple.
“Patience, baby. I don’t want to rush it.”
Her legs come up and lock around my waist, and she starts rocking her hips faster and faster. Finally, I give in and begin drilling into her until her muscles flutter around me.
She cries my name.
It’s the sweetest sound.
We lie here, naked, his arms holding me tightly against his sweaty chest. Our hearts beat in rhythm.
This time, I’m the one wondering how my night ended up here.
In the hidden hotel room behind my boss’s office.
I’m not sure where we go from here; there’s so much to say, but I can’t find the words.
I think I’m falling in love with him.
