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He hadn't even entered her body yet and she was quaking with need. If she gave into him, she knew the nearness she would feel that she had been desperately craving from him.
When he moved up her body, pressing his hardened length against her ass, his firm chest against her back, he pulled her hair aside to take her lips in a languid, seductive kiss, and there was no denying him any longer.
Their tongues danced in a passionate rhythm and he began rubbing his length against her, making her ache for him to be inside her. She turned to indicate she wanted to roll over, so he moved from atop her and let her roll beneath him. He rested himself back between her legs as she wrapped them around his waist and pulled him in.
“Rogan, I want to feel close to you,” she admitted, feeling so vulnerable in his penetrating gaze.
He pressed his forehead to hers and cupped her face in both hands. “Then let me in,” he replied.
She nodded, and then accepted his kiss as he pushed off her to caress both hands all the way down the sides of her body, tugging her pajama pants down in the process. As he did, she removed her tank top and freed her breasts with the cover of night to give him immediate access.
When he inched his way back up her body, he nestled his hips into hers, and her legs locked around him once more. He claimed her lips as his fingers wove into her hair. He moved his hips, letting his tip press slightly in and then stilling as he let her get acclimated to the feel of him, little by little.
Ready for more of him, she wriggled her hips to help work him in further, and he gently eased into her a little more. He repeated this process until he was all the way in, taking his time and making sure she felt comfortable.
God, how she loved this man, who somehow always knew exactly what she needed, giving her an unending supply of pleasure while asking for little of his own in return. She wanted to please him and feel him lose himself inside her.
She pushed her hips into him, letting him slide in and out of her, and she reveled in his sharp intake of breath. Just the sound alone sent pleasure spiraling through her.
“More,” she begged, granting him the permission he needed, and he worked his cock inside her until she screamed out his name, until pleasure exploded through her whole body and her inner walls convulsed around him, sending him over the edge along with her.
FOUR
When Farren walked toward the lounge the following morning to get her first fix of coffee, she stopped just short of the door. The sound of hushed whispers talking on the other side of the wall may have piqued her interest, but it was the recognition of Edith's sharp voice that gave her pause. Something told her to give it a minute to see what she might hear.
“Yeah, but they're not married, are they?” Edith asked in a hushed tone.
Then another, more skeptical voice answered. “Well, no, but...”
“Exactly! In my book, that makes him free game,” Edith said, her voice still low and secretive.
The other voice, who Farren recognized as Cameron’s, the woman who had initially been hired instead of her for a tech support position, said, “Just be careful Edith. You don’t want to get on Mr. Rayner’s bad side.”
Edith laughed at full volume. “Oh honey, that's so cute, you're concerned. But sugar, I got this. I know exactly what a man like him wants, and unlike that little girl he's been toying with, I've got just the skill set to give it to him.”
Farren stood frozen in place. A mixture of warring emotions fired within her all at once. Her initial reaction was anger - how dare Edith to talk about Rogan like that, about her like that?
Then there was fear. What if Edith was right? What if she was just a toy Rogan was playing with until something better came along? Things were so different now, and though he'd never said it, she had saddled him with a lot more than he had bargained for.
What if it was too much, or worse, not enough?
About that time, Rita's overly cheerful voice came echoing through the corridor. “Well, good morning, little mama! What are you doing out here?”
Farren cringed, hoping she hadn't been caught eavesdropping on Edith and Cameron's conversation.
“Oh, hey Rita, I was just on my way in to grab some coffee,” Farren said, turning the corner to walk through the lounge door.
“At the rate we go through coffee around here, we're gonna need an industrial-sized upgrade to the coffee maker. I'll be sure to ask the boss about that later,” Rita teased, walking in behind Farren.
Farren chuckled with a nervous edge. When she looked in Edith and Cameron's direction, she gave them a smile, hoping if she acted normal they wouldn't know she'd overheard them.
“Morning, Cam. Edith,” she said, trying not to grit her teeth together on the second name as she poured herself a cup of Italian Roast.
“Farren, don't you just look... lovely today!” Edith said with exaggerated friendliness.
Really? No offhand comment about the bags under her eyes or how her split ends needed some exotic oil treatment? She really was trying to stab Farren in the back, was
n't she?
