Yes!
Home run.
I exploded inside her and I kept going. I pulsed with more thrusts. I emptied every drop. And when I couldn’t move anymore, I reached between her body and the table, burrowing my fingers between her folds and began to stroke her again.
“Rob…” She gasped. “I can’t.”
“Please,” I said against her back. “Please squeeze me again.”
“I… Oh!” She was so slick there was no problem finding the place. She was so responsive that I knew when she stopped fighting the steady caress over her clit. When she breathed out and opened again for me. When her back arched and she moved against my fingers.
I stayed in her the whole time. I kept myself so embedded that she had no choice but to ride me. And then I sped up the tempo. I pinched as I slid, and I went faster and faster.
“Yes!” She gasped. “Just like that.”
I already knew that, because she was moving against me. Increasing the pressure. Riding my dick like a champion. And then it happened.
She came with a raw cry that had me bellowing as well. Her entire body fisted me with such pleasure that I felt like I was flying.
Yes! Grand slam.
Coming back to earth is always awkward. If we were on a bed, I’d have rolled off her and cuddled her close. But that wasn’t something that could happen on a table in the press room. As soon as I could support my own weight, I slid off her back. That meant coming out, and it was a crying shame. Cleanup took a little while, but thankfully we had napkins from dinner and a nearby trash can. And while I was doing that, she was straightening up. She smoothed down her hair and zipped up her dress. Then she grabbed a napkin and carefully wiped her palm prints off the window.
I wouldn’t have thought to do that and I appreciated her thoroughness. I didn’t want to embarrass her, and advertising what we’d just done wasn’t good for either of us. I picked up her panties. I knew it was cliché and truthfully, I’d laughed at guys who kept trophies of their conquests. But I wanted to keep her red lace. I wanted to smell them late at night and remember. I wanted to picture the color on her yellow-gold skin and think about how I’d peeled them down her legs.
Eventually she finished with the window and started to look around. I guessed she was searching for her panties, but I stopped her.
“I threw them out. I, um, ripped them.”
Her gaze went to the trash can. It was filled to overflowing. Janitorial hadn’t come through here yet.
“It’s buried underneath.” I’d even shoved the spent condom inside a coffee cup and crushed it. “I promise. No one will know.”
She nodded and flashed me a weak smile. “Thanks.” Then she brushed the hair out of her eyes. “This wasn’t my finest moment as a journalist.”
It was like she’d just hit me with an ice bucket. Jesus, did she think I’d wanted to fuck areporter? That this had been anything but the stupidest thing I’ve ever done with my career? But I’d been fuckingher. I’d been burying myself in the wonder of Heidi. Not some—
“I didn’t mean it that way,” she said, obviously seeing my expression. “I meant…I just…” She took a deep breath. “You always get me doing things I know I shouldn’t.”
“You wanted to,” I said. I’d wanted to. Like my next breath had depended on it.
“I did,” she said. “I just…” She shrugged. “I just don’t know what to do next.” Neither did I. And I loved that she was so open about what she was thinking. But that didn’t change the problem. We couldn’t date. Not if she stayed a journalist. No way would the Bobcats allow that. And if we couldn’t hang out together, just exactly what was left? Nothing. So maybe I could fudge the rules a bit. Maybe we could see each other as normal people?
“Do you, um, want to see a movie sometime?” Like tomorrow? Like right now?
“Um, yeah. That would be nice.”
“How about dinner first? Movie afterward.”
“Sure.” She flashed me an uncertain smile. One that had her eyes softening and her shoulders easing down. That was good. I wanted her relaxed around me. I mean, the sex was fantastic, but the after-sex awkwardness had to go.
I reached out my hand. She entwined her fingers in mine. Sweetly petite. Amazingly soft. I just wanted to tuck her close and never let her go.
“I’ll walk you to your car.”
“Okay,” she said. Then she sighed. “But we have to get my stuff.”
Back in Nico’s office. Right. “Okay.”
