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He couldn’t say that last sentence without an ironic smile. We both knew that wasn’t going to happen. But working on TripleR3 was an incentive. I’d barely touched the video game I was designing for a week. The three R’s stood forRaw, Ready, Romance.
I’d created one successful video game in my early twenties and then sold my rights to it for a fraction of its value. I hoped TripleR3 would prove that the first game hadn’t been a lucky fluke. TripleR3 was a game where players could be any romantic or romantic-action character they chose. The game led them through a myriad of adventures, obstacles, and temptations in their quest for true love. I’d developed the design and concept during the pandemic but when Simon hired me as his travel companion PA, I suddenly had more hours than I dared hope to work on it.
I’d been coding for the past month but never in a public place. I never opened my laptop where there was any chance someone might catch onto what I was doing.
I shook my head. “Being able to say more thancómo estáwould improve my Spanish.” I closed the fridge door. “Besides, I’ve barely eaten since yesterday and I’m starving. I really don’t see why I have to be there.”
“Because I want you there. Is there possibly a better reason? Besides, Layla’s picking up sandwiches and salads. You can eat something before they arrive, and we’ll take the rest away with us after the meeting.” He looked at his watch. “We have an hour to get to the office and you know how important this is. This might be GreenDaze’s debut into the South American market.”
GreenDaze was one of the many companies Simon had acquired in the short time that I’d known him. It had patents for a revolutionary waste-management system that turned garbage into power, using biodigesters and other methods so technical the mere description of them made my brain hurt.
Resistance was futile, especially because my butt was still smarting from the afternoon’s session. If Simon wanted me there, that’s where I would be. I got into the shower, and he followed.
He ran his hands over my back, and down my legs. As the water poured over my buttocks, he squeezed them and said into my ear, “Do you remember today’s lesson?”
“Yes,” I hissed, dragging out the s sound, remembering the feeling of being across his knee so well that I was glad I could blame my wetness on the shower.
“Good. Then it’s time for a make-up session.” He melded into me from behind, as though our bodies had been fusing for a thousand years. When we were fully drenched, he shifted in front of me and began to soap my breasts. He soaped firmly, one after the other. After rinsing my swollen globes, he bent and took one nipple into his mouth while he pinched the other.
His touch bordered on savage as it so often did. I loved that animal part of him. I wasn’t a porcelain doll and was glad he knew it. He sucked and nibbled, hard enough to make me bite my lip before uttering a groan of pleasure. Meanwhile, one of his hands teased the top of my thighs.
“Open your legs,” he said, his mouth still on my nipple.
I obeyed and his fingers pushed past my swollen lips and found my engorged clit. He circled it with his index finger until I gulped for air. Then he stopped.
“I hate shower sex,” he declared, stepping out and throwing me a towel. He dried himself with fast wipes and kissed my neck. “On the bed. Now.”
Before I could even pull back the blankets, he was behind me, his powerful hips pounding against my tender ass as his cock, now rock hard, pushed for entry. My heart stuttered when I thought he was trying for anal sex, something we hadn’t done much and never without major foreplay to prepare me. He wasn’t.
His rigid shaft touched my puckered hole long enough to chill me before it moved past, pushing its way to my cleft. Goosebumps covered my naked body as I exhaled a sigh of relief. Kneeling on the bed, I spread my knees, opening my legs wide so he could kneel behind me, and his hot tool could find its way through my swollen labia to my eager, clenching pussy. With one strong thrust he was in, nailing my g-spot with his first stroke. I mewled and tilted my hips back into him, bucking with delight at every plunge.
All his hardness pressed against me now, his muscular thighs slapping the back of my legs and my ass. When he bent from the waist, to reach for my breasts, his buff stomach and abs rubbed against my back. I was being fucked by a man of steel whose sinewy hands clamped onto my bouncing boobs and squeezed them like a vise as I gasped with delight.
He’d done it. I was enslaved. I belonged to him, body and soul. Nothing else existed in the entire universe.
As if he sensed my surrender, his pounding slowed. His strokes were measured, even as my pussy started to twitch with promise of more delight to come.
“Do you want this?” he asked with a single stab.
“Yes.” My voice was loud and urgent.
“This?” he asked after another well-aimed jab.
“Yes! You know I do.”
His pace quickened slightly. “And me? Do you want me?”
“More than anything else on earth.”
He chortled as he went into overdrive, hammering me until I lost all sense of time. My orgasm broke. My lips tingled and my toes curled. Then I felt the split-second pause that cued his approaching climax. As he filled me with his seed, I peaked as delicious spasms gripped me.
He rolled onto the bed beside me and gathered me in his arms. Nestling his face into my neck, he said, “We just reached a galaxy that science hasn’t mapped yet.”
I murmured quietly in agreement, and we lay as the afterglow of lovemaking shimmered through us.
When we couldn’t put it off any longer, we got up and dressed fast. As Simon drove the five-minute route to his office building, I scraped on some lipstick and tidied my hair into a single braid.
We spilled into the office with a few minutes to spare before the South Americans were due.
