“Do you always take your employees on dates?” she asked suddenly, and I exhaled a laugh. “No. But I’ve been known to break protocol for women who know four languages and look dangerously good in silk dresses.”
She smirked. “So, you’re a rebel. Wow.”
“A controlled one.” We turned down a quieter street, the hum of traffic fading behind us. Her thumb brushed over my knuckles. “Thank you,” she said. “For what?”
“For seeing me. Like really seeing me.” We stopped at the corner, the kind of moment that usually ends in a cab ride or a kiss, at least in the movies. I didn’t want to rush her, or this. “I don’t want to mess this up,” I said quietly.
“Then don’t.” Her answer was simple. No fear, no conditions. I leaned down, brushing my lips against her temple. “Let me walk you home.” She paused, just for a breath, then looked up at me with a small, wicked smile. “Actually…” Her fingers tightened around mine. “Can we go to your place instead?” I pulled back just enough to see her eyes.
“Are you sure?” She nodded, a little too confidently. We kept walking towards my building, with the city humming quietly below us. The lights flickered as the elevator climbed to my floor. Sam leaned against the glass, her reflection merging with the skyline.
As soon as the elevator opened, I could hear her mocking me, “Still too fancy,” she said, toeing off her heels at the door, and taking her coat off. I loosened my tie. “Still too judgmental.” Her laugh echoed off the walls. “You love that about me.” But she was wrong.
I loved a lot more about her than that.
She wandered toward the window, hair cascading over her shoulders, silhouetted against the city glow. I tossed my jacket in the chair next to the desk and walked towards her. I pulled her against my chest and wrapped my arms around her waist. She turned in myarms, hands resting on my shirt collar. “Thank you for tonight.”
“Oh, the night is far from over.” I brushed her lower lip with my thumb, and her lips parted in reaction. I bent down, kissed her slowly and deeply. Without breaking the kiss, I start undoing the bow on the back of her dress, making the straps fall off her shoulders. She gasped a little at the sensation, and I took the opportunity to start kissing her neck. Her head fell back, giving me more space.
My mouth traced her collarbone, her shoulder, and I pulled her dress down, exposing her breasts. She lifted my chin, guiding my mouth to her nipple. And as soon as my tongue flicked over her nipple, she grabbed my face and kissed me.
There wasn’t any softness left in her. She kissed me like she needed me, like she was waiting for this moment, and to be honest, so was I. Because it doesn’t matter how romantic I wanted to be, I couldn’t stop thinking about having her in my bed this whole night.
Her dress fell to the floor, and she stepped out of it without breaking eye contact with me. I started taking off my shirt, but she stopped me. “Let me.” She undressed me from head to toe. It was rough and fast, but still sweet. We made our way to the bedroom, and I swear we both lost the last thread of self-control we had.
I lay her down on the bed, and she looked up at me like I was exactly what she wanted. Her handsgripped the back of my neck, pulling me down, closer to her. Her legs slid around my waist, locking me in.
There was no more teasing, no more waiting. I grabbed her, pulling her to the top of the bed, and slid down her body, landing exactly in between her legs. I grabbed her panties, and she moved up just enough for me to take them down her legs. As soon as I did, she opened her legs, inviting me in.
When she felt my mouth on her, she gasped and squirmed. I held her thighs open and licked her again. This time, she moaned. “I preferred this as a dessert rather than anything on the restaurant menu.” She laughed and pulled my head closer to her. She was soaked, already on the edge.
When I sucked her clit, she lost it. Her hips were jerking a bit, her mouth was open, but she didn’t scream or say anything. She just let meenjoyher.
I could feel her trembling. I knew she was close, so I didn’t stop. Her hands were grabbing my hair, the sheets, everything she could find. Her hips were moving, closer to me, seeking the friction, and I held her down until she shattered.
I pulled up, kissing my way to her lips, licking and biting her nipples, until I reached her mouth and kissed her. Without warning, I entered her. It was slow, but deep. She gasped, her nails digging lightly into my shoulders. Her breath stuttered.
The world stilled around us. I wasn’t thinking about work, or the company, or what the hell this meant. Iwas only thinking about the way she held me like she’d been waiting for me her whole life. We moved together in sync, our bodies instinctively aligned.
Her hips rolled, rising to meet me with every thrust. My name left her lips in a whisper, then a plea. My mouth found hers, desperate and searching, as if I couldn’t just kiss her deep enough. She moaned into my mouth, and I felt that sharp, searing crack inside my chest. The one that made everything before her feel irrelevant.
I hadn’t meant for this to mean anything. But with her beneath me, clutching me like I was hers, I knew I was already in too deep. This wasn’t casual anymore. This wasn’t a mistake. This wasn’t a fling. It was something that felt a lot like falling in love with the right person.
And for the first time in years, I didn’t want to stop it.
“Theo fuck, I’m close—” I thrust harder, deeper, and I could feel her clenching around me. We kept moving around the bed, and I honestly lost track of time and how many times I made her come. It was like, for a moment, sex wasn’t the priority. It was her and our time together.
At some point, we fell into bed, and for a while neither of us said anything. “You okay over there?” she asked, her voice soft, teasing, but laced with curiosity, maybe even a little nervous. I glanced down and found her eyes on me. “Yeah,” I said, brushing aloose wave of hair from her cheek. “Actually, more than okay.”
She smiled, just barely. “You look like you’ve been thinking hard about something that’s making you second-guess what we just did.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re not wrong about the thinking, but I would never second-guess any moment with you.”
“Wanna share with the class, Mr. Jones?”
I hesitated. Then, “I don’t know how to do this.” She tilted her head. “Do what? Because let me tell you something. You absolutely know how to fuck me and how to make me come.” We both laugh at her joke, but I know that’s part of her defense mechanism, which means she is feeling exactly like I am.
“I meant this.” I gestured between us. “You. Me. Us. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you, even when I’m having you. Literally speaking. And I keep trying to figure out if this is the smartest decision I’ve ever made.”
She propped herself up on her elbow, staring at me like she was reading a book she didn’t want to put down. “We don’t have to figure it all out tonight,” she said.
