Page 222 of The Heart You Kept

In this position I am completely at his mercy. “Careful,” I whisper.

“Why would I be careful when I know you like it rough?” He slams in deep, knocking the air from my lungs, and I cry out somewhere between pleasure and pain.

He puts both of my legs over one of his shoulders to bring me tighter and lets out a low whistle as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in. “So fucking good,” he murmurs as perspiration dusts his brow. The sound of my wet body sucking him in echoes through the room and he smiles darkly. “So wet and creamy for me.”

Pump.

I nod as I see stars.

Pump.

I can feel it building, an orgasm so strong that it might steal my sanity.

“You be a good girl and clench for me.”

Pump.

“So perfect.” He tightens his grip on my ankles and my eyes roll back in my head, as soon as he starts dirty talking it’s all over.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day.”

Pump.

“I jerked off twice and blew so fucking hard.”

I get a vision of him jerking off in his office bathroom thinking of me and it nearly sends me wild.

He picks up the pace as he begins to moan, and damn it, I can’t hold it. Seeing him so unhinged does things to me that I can’t control.

I cry out as he rips an orgasm from my body…but he doesn’t stop there, he keeps pumping, harder and harder. His moans so loud the paint could peel from the walls and a thought races through my head.

I hope Philippe is gone and can’t hear us.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he cries out, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls out. “Open your mouth.”

Ahhh.

He slides his cock down my throat and as his eyes hold mine he blows hard; I gag and choke but he doesn’t falter.

He stays deep down my throat, giving me every last drop of what he has. Overtaking every single one of my senses.

He knows what he wanted…and he took it.

Owning me on his terms.

Love conquers all.

I look around the store with a renewed sense of accomplishment, everything feels like it’s finally falling into place, new routines have been set and the store has never been busier or looked better.

Like clockwork, over the last week Edward has arrived at my place every day after work at 6 p.m. We talk and laugh, make love, and have the dreamiest of nights and then he leaves for work from my place in the morning. There are no games or wondering if I will see him, he sets it in concrete before he leaves every day as if he needs to know as much as I do. This new reality between us feels too good to be true.

My phone lights up on my desk and I glance at the name,

Thomas Stone

I glance up to see where Philippe is and I get up and close the office door before answering. “Hello.” I smirk.

“Hey you,” his happy voice replies.