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“I bet you’ll enjoy me doing this same thing over my desk when I’m back in my old position, won’t you?” he whispers in my ear. “Your tits pressed against the desk. Your panties around your ankles. My cock so deep inside you that you wonder why you can’t taste it yet. I bet you’ll be so ashamed walking down the hall with my handprint throbbing on that pretty little ass, won’t you?”
I come for him. Where his cock and balls have pushed me to the edge, it’s his words that shove me off the cliff. With a scream, my body quakes and my hands ball in the comforter. “That’s a good girl, Addison. Scream for me. Show me just how much you love my cock.”
Each thrust takes me higher, and I don’t even realize that Phillip is panting behind me. His grip is so tight that there’s no doubt I’ll have little fingerprint bruises on my hip.
Before this orgasm has even finished, I feel the next one building. It’s absolutely too much, and even with how much it hurts, I turn my head to look at Phillip. The look in his eyes is wild, nothing like ever before. He’s pouring sweat. Every muscle in his body is straining.
“Please come,” I groan. It’s like he’d been waiting for that specific phrase this whole time because he lets go of my hair and pistons in and out of me as fast as he can. I collapse in front of him as the orgasm that had been building rolls through me. He doesn’t let that stop him, though.
His hands squeeze my ass, and with a sound that resembles a roar, I feel him finally let go. I’ve never felt him like this, and when he loosens his grip, I turn over, almost nervous about what I’ll see.
There he is, back to the man I’ve felt myself falling for. Sweet and a little goofy. Intense, but only in the best ways. “That was…” he whispers.
“Incredible? Insane? Perfect?” I finish.
He doesn’t answer for a minute, but then he asks, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He glances at my hips and my eyes follow his gaze. Just like I thought, there are little purple bruises already appearing.
“Love marks,” I say. “Though, I might have to get you to check if there’s a hole in my vagina because I could swear that monster was somewhere in my chest by the end.”
He chuckles in between heavy breaths. “Addison, I meant for it to be intense, but I didn’t mean to get quite so carried away.”
Without warning, I reach across the bed and grab his balls lightly enough not to hurt them, but quickly enough to scare him. He stops moving, a look of panic in his eyes. “Good. I’ve got your attention now,” I say with a grin. “That was fucking wonderful fucking. I would like to do it again regularly. I do not care about a few little bruises, just like I don’t mind that my pussy is going to ache for the next three days because of it. Are we clear?”
Phillip just blinks, and I tug a little on his balls. “Very clear. You liked it a lot.” His words tumble out as though he thinks I’m actually going to hurt him.
I grin and let go of his balls. “I wouldn’t hurt you. You know that, right?” I ask.
“Yeah. But I didn’t want to test you, Addison. You’re kind of a hellcat when you get worked up.”
Probably for the best. Though, I can’t think of another time in my life when I felt this confident. I certainly never acted this way around my exes. That’s when it occurs to me. “You’re the only one that makes me get like that. Did you know that?”
He chuckles. “You’re the only one who’s ever gotten me that worked up, too. Maybe we fit better than either of us ever expected. Which is more than a little strange since we’re so different in so many ways.”
But are we? Sure, he’s a billionaire regardless of what’s in his wallet right now, which tonight proved, and I’m a broke chick trying to find my way in a brand new world. But does that even matter? Does it matter that he’s my boss?
I thought it mattered only a couple weeks ago, but now I’m not so sure. Everything that we’ve done together has been ridiculous and insane, but I wouldn’t change a single moment of it.
“I think we more than fit,” I say. Phillip smiles at me but doesn’t say anything else. It’s probably for the best. Trying to understand things like the butterflies in my stomach is not a good way to spend my post-orgasmic bliss.
There is one thing that’s bothering me, though. I’m not so sure I like our roommate agreement. I think I might actually want something more…
Thirty-Five
PHILLIP
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”The words come out, and I barely register them. I should have used tongs like Addison suggested.
Stuffed mushrooms are the hors d'oeuvres, or snack food as Addison calls them, we settled on for the party. Along with chips, dip, and a charcuterie board comprised of pressed meat and cheddar cheese. Addison had suggested getting a can of cheese wiz, something I’d never even heard of before, but I assured her that no cheese should ever come from an aerosol can.
But I’m cooking the stuffed mushrooms. This isn’t something I’d have done when I took a limo to work, and now I’m reconsidering my skills, since the tip of every one of my fingers is at least a little burned. But judging from the face Addison gave me when she tried one, I didn’t screw them up too badly.
I have to turn each of them over while they’re still boiling lava hot and drain the grease from them. It seems that cheddar cheese turns into a puddle of oil in the oven. I suggested parmesan, but the only one that fit her budget for the night didn’t have to be refrigerated, which means I’m sticking it in the same “not edible” category as cheese wiz.
“Have you talked to your brother?” Addison asks as she puts the little slices of cheddar and ham on a plate.
I nod to her as I go to the sink to run my fingertips under cold water. “Yeah, he said he wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Good. Sera and Trish are on their way, and Trish says her husband’s very excited since he doesn’t do a lot of social stuff. It almost scares me, you know? Trish is a little ‘extra’ on good days, and I’m struggling to imagine the person she would fall for.”
