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“No biting?” I asked, pulling back slightly to gauge her expression.
“No, I meant that as a ‘do that again and maybe harder this time.’”
Fuck. I should have known Isla wouldn’t be shy about saying what she wanted. Or that she would like it a little rougher. “Whatever you want.”
I bit her lip again, harder. She gasped, her head falling back. “Oh, yes.”
Shifting I drew her nipple into my mouth. I teased my tongue over the bud, sucked a little. Then gave a quick nip. She gave a low moan of encouragement. “Yes, Sean. More.”
It spurred me on. More I could do. I moved down the landscape of her luscious body and flicked my tongue over her clit several times, before sucking it gently. Then I bit it, not hard, but enough that she gave a sharp cry. Then I ate her again, in earnest, deep plunging strokes while she gripped my hair so tightly it would have hurt if I was able to feel anything other than overwhelming lust for this woman.
The intensity of my desire shocked me, as did how much I loved hearing my name on her lips when she exploded. I sat back, wiped my mouth, and shoved my jeans off. She was panting hard and staring up at me with glassy eyes.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, hating myself for not being prepared. But I’d been planning to go straight home after work, not nail my sous chef. The thought reminded me just how stupid what we were doing was. But it wasn’t like that had ever stopped me before.
She nodded. “Nightstand drawer.”
Yes. And fucking yes. It was go time. I yanked the drawer open so hard it almost fell on the floor. Inside were two condom packets, so I grabbed one and opened it. I was going to roll it onto my cock when Isla’s hand wrapped around my wrist.
“Let me do it,” she said, her voice husky with arousal.
“Whatever you want.” I wasn’t going to complain about her touching me in any way.
That proved to be a smart decision when she gripped my cock, stroking up and down several times, squeezing the base, before she put the condom on. She seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did. I liked how Isla took what she wanted.
“Fuck me,” she said, hooking her leg around mine.
Yep. Isla knew what she wanted.
With one movement, I thrust my cock inside her. She moaned. I paused, closing my eyes. “I’ve been waiting to finish this for four months,” I said.
The look she gave me was one of curiosity and I might have been concerned I had revealed too much except that her pussy felt so fucking good and that was all that mattered at that moment. It was the truth. I’d been thinking about her, wanting her, since the night we’d met in the elevator.
And now I had her.
She slapped the back of my thigh. “So what are you waiting for? Finish it.”
Oh, she was really asking for it, and given the look on her face, she knew it. She gave me a sly smile.
“I’ll finish you,” I told her, as I started to move inside her, the feel of her body surrounding my cock making me urgent and restless.
I didn’t hold back, because she clearly didn’t want me to. She could take as good as she gave and I pounded into her with a fast, hard rhythm. This wasn’t the time to take it slow, to tease her. This first time needed to be about meeting this driving need I’d had for her all week.
“Sean,” she said, sounding breathless as each thrust pushed her against the headboard. “You feel so good. Give me all that hard cock.”
That she didn’t hesitate to say what she wanted, what she needed was the biggest turn-on ever. We locked eyes as she gave a shudder and had another orgasm. There was something about the connection between us that had me joining her in falling over the edge, way faster than I would have intended. She was just so gorgeous and so easy to arouse that when I stared down into her rich, chocolate eyes, and saw that desire for me, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I gritted my teeth and let the ecstasy wash over me.
It was a deep release and immensely satisfying.
The feeling was immediately chased by a sensation that this was too much. That I needed to pull back and get the hell out of there. Yep. This had been one of the stupidest things I’d done in recent memory because now that I’d had Isla, I just wanted more.
This felt like a preamble to a string of hot, erotic nights together.
Except we couldn’t do that.
There was no having a relationship with her because I didn’t do relationships like that, but more to the point, we worked together. I was her boss. There was no way that wouldn’t get messy, so this had to be it. One time. The problem with that? I wanted more. Way, way more.
