“That’s it, baby. Fuck, that’s it.” His term of endearment sends me straight to heaven.
As I’m barreling back down to earth, Nathaniel kicks it up a notch, rocking faster and pumping harder, the muscles in his neck cording tightly until he lets loose a harsh roar of relief.
Reality quickly sets in as Nathaniel slides out of me and lands on his side, our breaths stilted and labored. The tension ripples as I blindly search around for something to cover myself up with.
Nathaniel notices my discomfort and hands me his T-shirt, which I slide over my head. It smells of outdoors and man, reawakening my desire.
When I’m covered and dare to look up, Nathaniel is staring down at me with the most beautiful and satisfied smile I’ve ever seen.
The only problem is, it’s worn by the one man I should never have slept with.
Shit. I just fucked my boss.
