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I don't know what time it is or how long it has been since we fell asleep, but I want him again. Reaching behind me I do my best to free him from his briefs and take his thick silky shaft in my hand. He pumps into my hand as I start to slowly stroke him, and when he pinches my nipple, my pussy starts to drip with arousal. I need him inside me, arching my back deep I push my ass out so that I can slide his cock through my soaked folds. He hisses when he feels how wet I am for him. I line him up with my entrance, and he slides in deep with one pump. This angle is new, and it feels so very intimate. He's giving me long slow, teasing strokes, hitting my g-spot every time. With every thrust, he tightens his grip around me, pulling me down on his cock so he can go deeper.
What's happening between us now feels like more than sex. It feels like every pump is an unspoken promise that he wants me, a vow that I'm his, an assurance that this is real. My thoughts become hazy, and my body starts to tremble from the orgasm threatening to tear me apart in the best way. I can hear his ragged breaths behind me, and his body tenses as he tries to hold back his own release. With a shaky breath, he says, "Baby, you feel too good. I'm not going to last." He strokes over my g-spot two more tantalizing times before my pussy clenches him hard. We cry out our release in unison as our bodies are racked with an orgasm at the same time.
Fuck me, I didn't know sex would be this good, but something tells me it's more about the man than the act. We start to drift back asleep, him still inside me without speaking another word. While I know we are nowhere near saying the L-word I can't help but feel what we just shared wasn't far off from love, and I think he feels it too.
Whenmyalarmgoesoff, I hear August groan before saying, "Make it stop." Pushing out of his hold, I reach over to the nightstand to grab my phone before remembering my phone's not in here.
Last night he carried me to bed. I smack him. "It's your phone." He reluctantly shuffles over to his side of the bed and silences his phone. I move to get up and start getting ready, but he pulls me back.
"Not so fast, baby. I'm not ready to let you go." I laugh. "Well, that's too bad. I'm too new, and I can't be late. They'll fire me." He tightens his grip on me. "Well, I own the company, so I think it'll be okay." I slap his arm. He knows I don't want things to be that way.
"August, I'm serious. Let me up."
"Fine, for now, I won't make you late, but I can't make promises for the future."
He gives me a quick kiss on my back and lets me up. Realizing I have nothing to put on to go to the bathroom, I fling my arm over my boobs and quickly go stark naked to the ensuite. Of course, August doesn't miss the opportunity to take advantage of the view.
"Now that's a sight I can get used to."
I throw a glare over my shoulder before quickly closing the door.
My jaw drops once I look at his master bath. Shit, I might be late. This bathroom is amazing. The ceiling is vaulted just like the rest of the condo and lined with cedar beams. The walk-in shower is encased in grey stones that run up the wall to the ceiling. His bathtub is big enough to fit four people at least and looks like it was carved out of slate. The room looks like it could be a luxury suite bathroom in Aspen at some ski lodge. I could light candles and spend hours in here.
Quickly, I pull my thoughts back to the task at hand, shower, and get dressed, so I'm not late. When I finish showering, August walks in with my bag, and he looks like he has freshly showered himself. My heart sinks a little at the fact that he didn't try to join me, and he must see it because he says, "Don't look so disappointed, baby. I knew if I joined you, we would be late."
He drops a kiss on my forehead and leaves me to get ready. Why does he have to be so perfect?
Grabbing my bag, I quickly brush out my thick blonde hair and add Moroccan oil so that it doesn't frizz out. I hadn't planned on washing my hair, but I smelled like sex. My makeup takes me no time since I only wear eye makeup. I quickly throw on my vintage black twill romper and wedges from yesterday, and I'm ready to go.
Typically, a romper wouldn't be work appropriate, but this one almost doesn't even look like a romper. It has a puff shoulder sleeve that sinches right above the elbow and a relaxed silhouette with a belted waist. I think it has a classic utilitarian look. I was stoked when I found it brand new from Goodwill.
August must approve because when I come down the hall, he stops mid-stride to check me out from head to toe. Well, I thought he liked it until he didn't say anything.
"What's wrong? Do I look okay? Is this not appropriate?" I can feel my self-conscious anxiety setting in. Snapping out of his daze, he says, "Baby, you look great. That's the problem. Maybe tomorrow you can just wear one of my shirts." I quirk a brow at him. "Tomorrow? Are you expecting me to sleep over again tonight?" He rounds the kitchen island and pulls me into his arms. "Baby, I want you to stay with me every night."
Then he leans down and plants his lips on mine in a slow, savory kiss that robs me of my breath before pulling away with a smirk. He knows what he's doing. He's trying to get me hot and bothered so that I give into him and say I'll come over tonight. Well, two can play at that game. If he's going to make me work for it, so is he.
I let him walk away without a response and try to seem as unaffected as possible by his handsome good looks, delicious cologne, and tantalizing kiss, but then he has to go and grab two thermoses from the counter.
"Ready to go?" He signals to the door holding a thermos out to me.
I can't help the big goofy smile that breaks out over my face at the gesture.
"You made me a coffee?"
I don't even try to hide the excitement in my voice. This man melts me. His eyes sparkle at my reaction, and he immediately blushes while trying to stifle a smile. I can't help but poke at him. He takes every opportunity he gets to make me feel uncomfortable, so it’s payback time.
"August Branson, are you blushing?" He tries to save himself by saying, "You caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting such a reaction to coffee, but if it makes you that happy, I'll gladly make it for you every time you wake up in my bed."
I know it's a small gesture, but it feels like we're genuinely a real couple. I like that he wants to take care of me, those little mundane tasks that most people take for granted, light me up because they are ones, I haven't had the luxury of having.
I'mjustabouttopull into Reds when my phone rings. I see that it’s Vivian, and my phone's about to die. She never calls and if she does, she typically sends a text first to make sure I'll answer.
"Hey Vivian, my phone's about to die, so if I lose you—" She cuts me off.
"Gigi, you have to come straight to the hospital. Mason's been in an accident. We're at St. Mary's in—"
My phone dies. Are you fucking kidding me? My heart drops into my stomach, and tears immediately stream down my face. I must get to Mason. A million thoughts go through my mind. What kind of accident was he in? Why was Vivian notified before me? Oh god, what if he doesn't make it? Tears threaten to choke me, and I try to focus on my breathing, so I don't have a full-on panic attack.
