AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You can’t handle all of it.”
“Try me.”
Damon grunted, pressing himself harder against me. I felt him slide deeper than I thought he could go.
I squeezed him tighter, breathing hard. “Fuck me. Please.”
My words lit some kind of fuse in him, and everything went into overdrive. He gripped me tighter, moved faster, kissed me more fiercely.
Nothing about it was calculated.
I wasn’t the latest in his line of conquests. I wasn’t getting a clinical trial in the art of perfect sex.
I was getting him.
Damon.
I was getting my first real glimpse at him. Damon wanted this, and he wasn’t hiding from it. He was embracing it.
I cried out when a sudden orgasm split me through my core. One minute, I’d been thinking about how good he felt and looked as he drove himself into me again and again, the next my eyes were rolling back and I was gasping for breath.
He entwined his fingers with mine above my head. Damon kissed my neck, then my mouth. His pace slowed, and our eyes met.
This wasn’t just sex anymore.
He slid into me. Out. In.
It was wet, warm, and absofuckinglutely glorious.
I reached one hand up and felt his lower lip with the pad of my thumb.
He kissed my finger, then my palm, grinning even as he drove me closer to another orgasm.
It was just sex. Just sex. Nothing personal. Nothing real.
Damon’s hand made a path up from my shoulder to my cheek. His eyes burned into mine and his brows creased. I could feel him tensing—nearing his own climax.
I arched my body into him, driving him deeper as much as I could from below his body.
“You feel so good,” I gasped.
Damon’s eyes twitched shut and I felt his cock pulse inside me. He braced himself against the bed and finally collapsed when he was done. I was surprised when his hand slid between my legs. He was still inside me and on top of me, but he moved his hand down to my clit and started rubbing me there. “Come for me, Chelsea. I want you to come all over my cock.”
“I already did,” I said, smirking.
“Then do it again.”
It only took another minute for me to follow his command, and it was several more minutes before he rolled off me.
“That was just sex,” he said quietly.
“Yeah,” I said. “It was definitely just sex.”
I couldn’t help thinking about how as we both lay there on our backs, staring at the ceiling, we were giving new meaning to the term “lying on your back.”
Shit. I was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.23DamonFuck.
Of all the worlds in the English language, I wasn’t sure if any summed up my situation more accurately.
I’d had it figured out just fine. Life. The secrets of the universe. Existence.
I’d figured every damn thing out.
The secret to the game was that you didn’t play. Happiness? No. People who chased happiness were only inviting pain. If you weren’t greedy, you could settle for a perfect neutral existence. Wake up, work, rinse repeat. No drama, no problems.
But there she was. The wrinkle in my perfectly boring, sterile life. And she was currently sitting across from me with a sandwich the size of her head in her hands. She twisted it one way, then another, as if trying to decide how to avoid getting condiments all over her face. With a little shrug, she decided to dive in, messiness be damned.
I prodded at my burger, feeling like I’d lost my appetite.
What the hell was I doing?
First, I’d offered her a position as an acquisition agent. It was clearly a step in the wrong direction if my plan was to fire her. And if I wanted to ever experience the absolutely mind-blowing sex we’d had last night again, she couldn’t be my employee.
Or could she?
No, dumbass. Not if I didn’t want Trish 2.0. Not if I wanted to avoid potential lawsuits and the possibility of undermining the respect my employees had for me. I supposed you could make an argument that they feared me more than they respected me, but it was irrelevant.
I knew the smart thing to do, but my cock was determined to drive me the wrong way down a one-way street. Worse, I’d felt a stirring somewhere else last night.
It was only a hook-up. Just physicality. And yet no matter how much I wanted that to be true, I knew something had shaken loose in my chest when I looked into her eyes. Like an old rusted out truck in a field that had been kicked in just the right place. I never thought it’d run again, but the spark plug had revved up the old, forgotten engine in my core. Now all I could do was question why I wanted to fight it so hard, other than the obvious complication of her being my employee. Other than Trish.
