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She closed the door behind her and frowned. “Can I get you anything except coffee and food?” she asked.
He smiled but he didn’t show this to her. “I just need the contract.”
She walked past him and reached for a folder on her dining table. “Here,” she shoved it into his hands.
“Excellent,” he m
urmured.
Then he looked at her, his eyes in heat. She knew what that dangerous look was. She wouldn’t want anything to do with it, not this early. She slowly backed away but his hand shot out for her wrist and she looked into his eyes again.
“What?”
“You look nice in that bathrobe. But I think you’d look better without it,” he crooned.
His hand ran up to her neck, slowly dragging it down to her collarbone delicately and she controlled her breathing and her heartbeat. She couldn’t. He didn’t need to fight for self-control. The contract had been signed and he knew this was going to be consensual despite her initial hesitation.
She froze in place as his fingertips traced her collarbone and she could feel the hairs on her nape stand from this sensitive feeling. He pulled her close to him, the thin bathrobe didn’t help at all. Her nipples were hard from the cold, but they were going to be hard for another reason in a few seconds.
She was about to say something to stop him, but he cut her off with an open-mouthed kiss. She responded almost immediately, even if these seemed chaste compared to when she was drunk a few days ago. He held onto her neck, his tongue gliding down her sensuous throat, and she held in a breath, closing her eyes as she felt it.
Justin planned to stroke the anger away into a different kind of heat, the kind of heat that could wake her up completely in no time. He pushed her back, guiding her all the way to her bed. Then he pressed her against the sheets, her bathrobe hiking up further to her thighs. He felt himself harden, and he made no secret of this as he pressed himself against her thin robe.
Mikaela’s chest was bared now and cool air fluttered onto her breasts. He jerked her robe down, so he could get a better view. His gaze devoured every inch of her. He wanted to have a good breakfast today, and he liked what he was seeing so far.
Her heart was racing. The contract had begun. He was getting what he wanted, the first of many of those days of unadulterated pleasure. She didn’t want it to be this soon, but she couldn’t resist. The way he held onto her, he possessed her. He took off his shirt and she glorified at the sight of those muscles. She had thought he was skinny, but it turned out he was lean. Now she was sober enough to remember every little detail.
Justin bent his head down and held onto one breast greedily and she gasped the moment he began to lick one nipple. She would never stop him now. He licked her other breast and she gave another gasp, louder this time. He was using every ounce of his control to stop himself from entering her too soon. She needed to feel everything was good, so this could happen again and again.
She was fumbling for his jeans, wanting to free his hardness and he quickly unbuttoned his pants and with a grunt, kicked them off with a bit of difficulty. She could see his manhood strain against his boxers and as he straddled himself against her body, she reached out for it.
He moaned the moment she held onto it, stroking it slowly. She wasn’t adept, but she had made him feel sensations he wanted. He stopped her, not wanting to cum too soon. He held both of her hands above her, against a pillow and proceeded to kiss her again, rougher this time.
Without warning, he slipped a finger into her and found her very wet. Her stomach fluttered and she shuddered at the pleasure his fingers elicited as he slipped in one more. He wanted her horny. He wanted her to want him so bad that he wouldn’t need to ask for it again.
Her body was supple and she was beautiful in the early morning light. He hadn’t realized she was this beautiful without makeup on. It was a fresh look and he liked it. His leg shifted and Mikaela felt the tip of his penis brush against her thigh. It was already slick, ready to enter her. She made a mental note to have a good Brazilian wax soon…
His tongue found its way to the underside of her breast and then he sucked on it and sucked on the other breast hard. Her chest heaved. She heard him fumble for something and found he was now wearing rubber. He shifted his legs, positioning himself in between her thighs. He felt the heat come from her pussy and he wanted to tease her, build up anticipation. Justin teased her clit with the tip of his cock, rubbing it again and again. He saw her bite her lower lip and she wriggled underneath him, growing impatient. He saw wetness glisten on her pussy’s lips and knew she was ready.
He rammed himself into her, her eyes flared from the sudden pleasure. He held onto her shoulders as he pushed deep inside her, again and again. A moan tore from his mouth, and she knew he was enjoying this as much as she did. He hadn’t felt this much lust for anyone. He pushed her legs apart, roughly and she said nothing, but her grip on his back said it all.
They panted, their bodies attune to each other this time. She thrust her hips to match his pace. She worked her muscles to coax him into a climax, and the friction had become too much for her to focus on helping him. He gave one last big thrust, and Mikaela did all she could to keep quiet.
He wanted to own her, if only he could. That contract for three months suddenly didn’t seem enough. He wanted more of her, but he had brought along only one condom. And here he thought he wasn’t going to get greedy. She didn’t come, but he did. He had wanted her to come. Maybe next time. He had months to go. Slowly, he pulled out of her, holding onto the condom, his mind returning to its normal conniving state, a politer man resurfaced, as opposed to the animal that ravaged her earlier.
Her bed was in disarray and he lifted himself off the bed to dispose of the rubber. Mikaela sat on the bed, wondering how the passion died so quickly the moment he came. A wave of disappointment crashed into her all of a sudden. Then she looked at the clock, realizing she was going to be late. She bolted out of bed and changed into her plain white shirt and black jeans. She had never been late and today seemed like the first.
He noticed her panic. “I’ll drop you off,” he said casually.
“I’d like to keep my job,” she mumbled.
“I’ll drop you off a block away. This is partially my fault you’ll be late, anyway.”
Partially? It was his fault. She didn’t want an early morning romp. She had focused on giving him the actual contract and not enacting on the contract the first day. Could she claim she couldn’t help herself? The way he touched her made her actually want to be late earlier, in fact she didn’t care if she did half a day if she could have sex the whole morning.
She said nothing, controlling her anger. Sex was a good way to start the morning, in fact, she had never felt more awake. Being angry was not a good start, however.
“I thought you didn’t want to be seen with me,” she said, as they got into his car.
