She was a fucking thing of beauty before me in her white lace bra and matching thong. Before I could touch her, she wrapped her hand around my cock and began stroking it slowly. I let out a quiet groan that made her smile in a way I hadn’t seen before. It was enough to make me lose it right then and there.
As she continued to stroke my cock, she placed her other hand on my chest, gently pushing me backward. I uncurled my legs and lay down against the plush rug of my office floor, keeping my eyes on her. Watching as she took control, and just how much she enjoyed it. She climbed over me, her hand still around my cock, and hovered her face just above me.
I braced myself for the pleasure I knew was about to take over my body. Her lips pressed against the tip of my cock, parting as she lowered her mouth over me. I quivered under her as her tongue met the underside of my shaft, rolling up slowly. She opened her mouth wider, taking me in even more. My hands shot to her hair, gripping it gently as I felt my body lose control. She began moving her head up and down, her hands gripping my hips tightly.
“Fuck,” I whispered throatily, my fingers getting further tangled in her hair.
I felt her take me in as far as she could go, the slight gag in her throat making my cock convulse. She slowly slid her mouth off me and looked at me just as her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting me.
I sat up quickly, grabbing her hips and pulling her on top of me. She let out a gasp as I placed her on top of my throbbing cock. I ground her against me, the soft lace of her thong the only thing keeping me from fucking her tight paradise. She bit her lip as she found her own rhythm, moving her hips forward and back in a slow, sensuous dance. She did this until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I lifted her hips and curled my fingers around her thong, pulling it to the side. I sucked in a breath at how beautiful it was, glistening with her wet anticipation. I adjusted my hips, directing my tip toward her opening. She lowered herself onto me and I let out a breath as I stretched her open. Every tight inch I filled made my balls tighten. It was too good.
My hands moved up her abdomen until they met her breasts. I kneaded them, cupping their fullness in my hands. With my entire cock deep inside her, she began moving her hips as she had done before, but this was so much better now that I could feel her all around me. She held herself up with her hands on my chest as she began to move faster. She threw her head back, her hair tickling the tops of my thighs and giving me better access to her breasts.
She let out a breathy moan as she said my name. I almost exploded right then. She clenched tightly around me and I could feel her on the brink of losing control. I lifted my hips slightly, hitting her just so. She screamed out and whipped her head back up to look me in the eye. I watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her back hitched, unable to move as her orgasm tore through her. I rode it out a little while longer, gripping her hips and pushing up into her until I released every drop I had into her with a breathless grunt.
She collapsed onto me, my cock still inside her as we tried to catch our breath. After a few minutes, we lay in silence. I stroked her hair gently as she pressed her lips against my shoulder in small kisses. The sex had been just as good as the gala, but it was different this time; I could feel it in the afterglow as we lay there together.
“What now?” she whispered as she propped herself up on her elbow and looked at me, her gaze soft. Worried.
I leaned up and kissed her before nipping at her bottom lip. She gave me a playful shove and I fell back to the rug, looking up at her.
“I know I want to do that again,” I said, my eyes skimming her body that lay damp with sweat against me.
She giggled softly. “Me too.”
“But just sex. I don’t want to complicate things.”
She looked thoughtful for a moment, and I wondered if I had said the wrong thing.
“Agreed,” she said. “But we can’t get caught.”
I was surprised and turned on by her eagerness to continue whatever this thing was between us.
“My father would go ballistic if he found out,” she added warily.
I smiled up at her. “That makes it all the more exciting then, doesn’t it?”
She smirked down at me before bringing her mouth to mine and exploring it with her tongue hungrily.
Chapter 17
Gabriella
I clutched my iced coffee tightly, the condensation’s coolness seeping into my hand as I rode the elevator up to the top floor. My stomach was a bundle of nerves, and had been all morning. It had been like this every morning for the past few days, ever since Chandler and I christened his office. My cheeks heated at just the thought of it. I had the urge to press my coffee cup to my face to cool down, but the elevator doors opened and spit me out.
I had gone from hating Chandler to feeling like a silly schoolgirl around him, though I would never let it show through my cool exterior. Everything had changed since that night. The sex had been just as good, if not better than the first time. It was different this time. Slow, steady, meaningful, as opposed to slamming my back into a pillar, ballgown up around my hips.
He could go fast or slow, it didn’t matter. He knew exactly how to touch me and completely set me off. The way he knew every littlething that made me tick, it was as if he had known me for years, exploring my body in that time. It was hard not to play it all back in my head late at night. Hard not to want it again. And again. I wasn’t willing to let it go.
I knew the risk. We were playing with fire, but I wasn’t going to give it up. We were both in agreeance that we would keep it a secret. It had been his suggestion, and at first it had felt like I caught a splinter. It was such a quick flicker of hurt, but then it disappeared as if I had plucked it out with tweezers. I knew he was right. If the office found out, it wouldn’t look good. And if my father found out…well, I doubted Chandler or I would have a job anymore. My dream of taking over the company would be gone.
I still had every intention of being CEO one day, which made this thing with Chandler even trickier. How could I resent him for having what I wanted so badly, while also having sex with him? I was starting to feel overwhelmed, and we had only just begun.
Constantly, I was waiting for the next time we would find a private moment alone together, which was probably why each morning I put on my best dresses and skirt suits, spending more time on my hair and makeup. Like I said, a silly schoolgirl. Every morning, I wondered if today would be the day that I could scream his name again.
I walked toward my office, giving warm smiles and nods to the employees that I passed, feeling a little sheepish about tarnishing the office with my sexual escapades. I took a deep breath before passing by Chandler’s door, pretending to beoblivious to his presence that I felt without having to even look inside. It was power. That was what it felt like.
