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He held my gaze for a long moment. It was like he was searching for something. Up close now, I could see the grief in his eyes. He looked as if the world was crashing down on him, and he couldn’t bear all the weight. He squeezed my hand gently. Maybe he liked whatever he had seen in my eyes because the next moment, he was leaning in closer to my face and his lips were inches from mine.
“Let’s pretend again,” he breathed. “For the night.”
I nodded and moved my face up to kiss him. With that, his hands were everywhere. In my hair, tracing out the curves of my body, grabbing my sides, and pulling me closer to him. We continued kissing until he was lying on the bed and I had climbed on top of him. Things were moving so fast between us, and I could feel his excitement growing underneath me.
He broke off the kiss, only to flip me over so that I was now underneath him. He began leaving a trail of kisses down the side of my neck.
“Tell me you want this,” he whispered in a low voice against my neck, nearly causing me to melt in a puddle of mush right there.
“I... I want it,” I stammered. Having him in such proximity was making my head spin.
He slid his hands down the sides of my dress and then gave me a look. “Take it off,” he demanded.
I quickly slid the dress over my head, and he threw it across the room as if it didn’t matter how expensive it was.
The last time I was in this position with Dylan, I had been a little tipsy. But tonight, I was completely sober. Somehow, just being in his presence was intoxicating enough. I saw him eyeing my bare chest, and immediately felt self-conscious, covering up with my hands.
“No,” he told me gently, moving my hands away. “You’re beautiful.”
I blushed and instead moved my hands toward the waistband of his pants. I tugged at it, and he quickly assisted me by taking them off in one swift motion. His boxers were off next and soon, his hard erection sprung in front of my face. I wrapped my hands around it, feeling satisfied by the little moan he let out as soon as I made contact with his member. Without hesitation, I took him in my mouth, and he threw his head back.
“Keep going,” he said, his breath getting ragged.
I licked the sides of his penis and bobbed my head along his length. Soon, he grew impatient and put both of his hands behind my head, guiding my mouth up and down his entire length. It felt like an intimate position, and I looked up at him, meeting his gaze for a moment before he was pushing me off him and throwing me down on the bed. Before I knew it, he had me propped against a pillow and thrusting into me. I gasped, as he entered me for the first time that night.
“Fuck,” I cussed, grabbing his arms.
He merely shook his head and instead pinned both of my arms above my head as he began to pick up his pace with his thrusts. I felt myself being pushed to the edge, as my body rolled into orgasm.
“Gosh, how’d you do that so fast?” I said, barely managing to string together a coherent sentence.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he just contorted me into a different position like I was his little toy and began thrusting into me from behind.
The next thing I knew, he had my face pushed into one of the pillows and I was trying so desperately not to scream his name in intense pleasure. His thrusts got faster and harder until he was finally pulling out, finishing on my back.
“God,” I said as he rolled over next to me.
“Mm,” he breathed out, exhausted. His eyes were still closed.
“If pretending is this good—" I said, still trying to make sense of how one person could make me come this many times, “—we should pretend all the time.”
He laughed and got up to kiss the top of my head.
“I’ll sleep on the sofa,” he told me. “You take the bed.”
And just like that, I was transported back to reality. A reality where he was still my boss and what we just did together was far from appropriate.
Chapter 11
Kathy
The morning sun peaked through the room windows. Unwilling to get out of the cozy bed, I stirred in my spot, causing Dylan to open his eyes as well.
“Don’t get up yet,” he said once he saw me moving next to him.
“I thought we should be at the table early morning,” I told him, snuggling into his arm. “Don’t you want to make an impression?”
“Mm,” he tightened his hold on me so I couldn’t leave his side even if I wanted to. “The impression I want to make is that we were up late last night, getting… busy.”
