“So am I.” I moved my attention to her legs. I started massaging her feet, slowly working my way up her calves to her thighs.
By this point, she’d stopped talking. I glanced up her body and smiled when I saw her lips were parted. I loved pampering her, finally being able to touch her the way I’d dreamed of. Because I had a feeling despite all the expensive spa treatments, Alexis rarely allowed anyone to take care of her like this.
“Would you still like to discuss conditions?” I mocked.
“Yes,” she said on a moan.
I withdrew my hands.
She opened her eyes slowly and pouted. “Hey. Why’d you stop?” She grabbed my hands, moving them to where she wanted me to touch her.
“Nope.” I crossed my arms over my chest to prevent myself from giving in. “You have conditions. Go.”
She propped herself up on her elbows. “Ifwe’re going to do this—”
“We’re doing this,” I said, pressing my lips to hers.
I’d meant for it to be a quick peck, but it turned heated. My hands were in her hair, hers on my chest.
“Okay,” she panted when she gently pushed me away. “But no one can know, especially not Sophia.”
I wasn’t thrilled about the idea of keeping our relationship a secret, but I understood. Especially since I didn’t think the Hartwell Agency would be supportive of the fact that I was screwing my boss. It wasn’t specifically outlined in my employment contract, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t be fired if it came out. And I couldn’t afford to get fired. I needed the money to finish my degree, especially now that my scholarship funding was gone.
“Fine. But no more dates. And you definitely can’t sleep with anyone else.”
“Same goes for you,” she said, dragging a finger down my chest.
“Of course.”
The idea of me wanting to sleep with anyone else was laughable. Why would I want anyone else when I had this woman? She was everything. Brilliant, savvy, sexy. But she was also caring, hardworking, and so much more.
I teased her breasts, moving her bra aside to circle her nipples. I was growing tired of this conversation. “Anything else?”
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.” Was she… I swallowed, searching her eyes. Was she really suggesting I could have sex with her bareback?Holy shit.
“But this is just sex,” she added.
“I’m clean too,” I said, not wanting to acknowledge her last statement. I’d take her any way I could get her. Even if that meant agreeing to the fact that this was a fling, when I wanted more.
“Good.” She grinned.
“Good.”
We stared at each other, wearing matching dopey smiles. I leaned forward, our chests brushing as I kissed her. After that, we didn’t talk; we communicated with our bodies.
She slid her hand down my chest, cupping me over my shorts. My dick hardened even more, if that was possible, begging to be released. But I wanted this to be about her. I wanted to make her feel incredible.
When she started to unbutton my pants, I shook my head and moved out of her reach. Sweat prickled along my forehead, but I wanted this so badly. I wanted her so badly. But I also didn’t want to ruin it with the conversation that would inevitably follow when she realized I only had one ball.
“Tonight is about you.”
She gripped the edge of the couch, and I sensed her desperation as she ground out, “You’re torturing me.”
I pushed her dress up over her hips, biting the inside of my cheek when I saw the red lace of her panties. I kissed the inside of each thigh before nipping at them gently. As I worked my way higher, I could smell her arousal, and it made my chest puff with pride—knowing I’d done that to her. And when I finally moved her panties to the side so I could taste her, I growled.
“So fucking wet.”
“Mm. Someone has a dirty mouth,” she teased, but I could tell she liked it. It was clear from her short pants and the way her back arched as I lapped at her clit, feasting on her.
