The growl that he let out as he rolled the condom onto his hard length was feral, sending a shockwave of need through her.
And then, he was over her, thrusting inside her, so big that he filled her entirely, so thick he made her gasp.
She arched against him, moving her hips in time with each and every thrust. It wasn’t pretty. It was raw, it was so physical. The sound of their breathing was harsh, both of them making uncivilized noises as they clawed and held onto each other, trying to find release again.
It just felt so good. All of it. Even if she couldn’t come again, that was okay. She wasn’t multi-orgasmic, generally speaking, so if she couldn’t, it wouldn’t be his fault or anything.
He gripped her face, holding onto her chin, dipping his thumb into her mouth.
His eyes blazed into hers. “You’re going to come for me,” he said.
Apparently, he could just say whatever he wanted to.
She pressed down on his thumb with the edges of her teeth, not biting, just resting them there, looking up at him, her heart slamming hard against her breastbone.
“You can,” he said, reading the look in her eyes. “You’re going to come for me, because if you don’t, I can’t.”
He didn’t let her answer him, instead he pushed his thumb deeper into her mouth and kept thrusting hard, making her aware of every glorious length inside of her.
She could feel it building now. The intensity of the need emanating from him building the need inside of her.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
Good girl.
She unraveled. This orgasm was nothing like the first. It was deeper, harder, her internal muscles squeezed tight around him, pulling him deeper inside of her, and impossibly so.
It didn’t stop. She moved her hips against his, thrashing her head back and forth on the pillow as she cried out his name.
“Fuck,” he whispered, drawing his thumb out of her mouth, gripping both of her hips, and slamming into her hard and fast until he froze, cock pulsing inside of her as he surrendered to his own release.
He rolled over onto his back, and she lay there staring at the ceiling. This unfamiliar ceiling.
Oh God. She’d just had sex with her boss.
She’d had sex with someone who wasn’t Aiden.
A new man. Cementing that split for good.
Changing her for good.
She waited for the shock to turn into something else. For it to take the shape of something like regret.
But she just felt too good.
Her body was buzzing, and she just…
This was exactly what she’d needed.
She rolled over and kissed his chest. Then she slipped out of bed. “Don’t ask me to be sorry about it.”
Chapter Nine
It took a moment for Cody to register what she’d said.
It was hard to think when your mind had been completely blown.
At least he knew now why she had obsessed him like this.
