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Faster.

Deeper.

Becoming a perfect rhythm along with the sound a crazy kind of music that only two lovers could understand. I was lost, free-floating toward the heavens. Everything that had occurred before had or was in the process of fading, vanishing before my eyes.

But they’d return with a vengeance.

So would my questions about what the hell I was doing.

With a soft laugh, I licked a bead of perspiration off my upper lip, longing once again to kiss him.

His entire face was hardened, pinched in a way that could concern anyone. He was concentrating on pleasing me, filling me in a way no man had ever done before.

“Come for me.” His words weren’t said in a demand. They were softspoken like the man usually was, almost a plea.

I laughed nervously, meeting every savage thrust. The pleasure was incredible, the electricity and feeling of closeness unlike anything I’d experienced before and a part of me wished this could last.

My body wasn’t interested in obeying any more than my mind was willing to do. Which was why his words said in softness were more controlling than anything.

My release came with an increase in my pulse, a hard jolt of my body, and a powerful moan that would linger in the air long after I closed my mouth.

Not only did he continue fucking me, he picked up the pace, thrusting with such powerful strokes I feared the man would break me. But I loved every minute of feeling him inside.

The hunger. The need. The insane closeness that made no sense.

In those moments where he fought his own control, his body finally winning over his mind, I found a new sense of appreciation for the man.

How strange yet how wonderful.

He’d been my boss this morning, a man who annoyed the hell out of me.

He’d become my savior and protector by the end of the evening, a do or die moment stretching into him becoming my abductor.

And now, he’d turned into my lover and perhaps my co-worker as well as my boss, a man who’d also pledge to keep me in line.

Which I so desperately had craved.

As with all things, only time would tell.

He erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed and in those seconds as he lifted his head, our eyes locking as they’d done before, we both felt the change between us. I certainly understood nothing could go back to the way it was.

That was fine by me.

He nuzzled into my ear, biting my earlobe before whispering words that thrilled me. “We’re not finished yet.”

As he pulled me away from the mirror and toward the bed, I had a feeling our future had already been set in stone.

We collapsed on the bed, his arms around me and my back crushed against him. From where we were, I could see the bright lights of the big city. How strange to feel so comfortable in being in his arms. Not only after the night but just because of the complications. I was overwhelmed with questions, but strangely enough, I was calm.

Very calm.

Destructively so.

The time of decompressing was amazing, more enjoyable than I’d thought possible. It was funny that after all the months I’d known him, I realized how little I really knew. We were almost strangers in a city of millions of people.

In a few minutes, he turned me over to face him, cupping my cheek as soon as he did. There was more softness in him now that the initial wave of desire had been fulfilled. He pulled away enough so he could see my face, flexing his fingers and pulling the tips down my face.

I found myself holding my breath, still intoxicated by his cologne. When he was finished, he pulled me into another kiss. Softer this time. His lips opening and closing mine.