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We’re all hands and fingers and hot breath on bare skin as we strip each other naked. Once his cock pops free of those jeans, I can’t help but stroke him, both hands sliding up and down the generous, satiny, rock-hard length. Miles groans, and his head falls back. The power of my touch is heady, and I lean forward and swipe my tongue over his nipple.
He sucks in a breath with a sharp hiss as he grabs my head with both hands and kisses me as if his life depends on it. That promise of more pleasure is exactly what I need right now.
Miles | Saturday night
I’mgoingtorotin hell for breaking every moral and ethical code by sleeping with a subordinate, but right now, with Lauryn standing naked in front of me, her grip tight on my cock, I’d have to be a saint to resist.
Which I’m not.
My hands are sore from today’s manual labor, but Lauryn’s skin soothes them as I trail my fingers down her face to her shoulders then arms and circle around to her breasts, cupping each heavy, perfect one in a palm. My thumbs flick over the dark nipples, which are already as hard as stones, and she gasps, the sound music to my ears.
Her hands fly up to grab my biceps while her eyelids fall half shut. She presses against me, my length firmly wedged between us, against her warm, soft stomach. I pinch each nipple and bend to suck one into my mouth, lavishing it with my tongue as I slide my hands down to her waist.
She steps into my touch and moans loudly, her nails digging into my skin as her breath grows ragged. I’m throbbing to the point of pain and precum oozes from the tip of my cock. I release her, somehow unable to endure the temptation of her body for another minute, even though I’ve successfully resisted every day for the past two years.
I reach down and stroke a finger between her legs, through her warm, slick folds, and she shudders. I grit my teeth and swipe again from back to front, ending at her clit and circling as her legs quiver.
There’ll be time for more later, to taste her and watch from between her legs as she comes undone, but now, I need to fill her, to sink deep inside her. I spin Lauryn toward the desk in the corner and leave her for a moment to grab a condom from my suitcase and roll it on. Then I come up behind her and grasp her hips. She’s bent over but grabs either side of the desk and presses her ass up toward me.
I line up and enter her in one smooth, hard thrust. She’s so tight and cries my name. Her head drops as her fingers curl around the desk as if she needs to hold on for dear life. And it’s a good thing, too, because it’s going to be fast and hard.
I pull out almost all the way then sink back in, starting a pounding rhythm that won’t last long. I give her everything I’ve got, but she meets me stroke for stroke, urging me on with her cries of pleasure as I pump into her, again and again. I’m so close when she screams and her walls clench around me, setting off my own orgasm. I come with a final powerful thrust, calling out her name as pleasure surges through me like a wave.
The sun-kissed color on her cheeks this afternoon was nothing compared to the flush of her skin after she came, but Lauryn beelined to the shower and has been in there for at least twenty minutes. I’ve pulled on athletic shorts and a T-shirt as I wait my turn then sat in the chair next to the desk rather than on the bed. My blankets and pillow are still on the floor where I straightened them this morning, and as much as I want to hold Lauryn all night long, I have a feeling she doesn’t feel the same.
Sure, the sex was hot and fast and she came—hard. And yeah, Lauryn bent over the desk fulfilled my wildest fantasies, but it was more about satisfying the raging desire between us than anything else. I’m hoping for a round two, but I’m not so sure it’s in the cards. Despite what her father said today, I can’t forget Lauryn has no qualms about having sex with me because she trusts I’d never let whatever happens this weekend impact our working relationship.
We’re miles away from our real lives, and the distance is like a buffer, but the fresh country air and working clothes are only a temporary difference. The front that we’re a happy couple is only until we leave tomorrow. But I’m about to betray her trust because I’m not thinking about this weekend anymore. And I’m definitely not thinking only about tonight. I’m dreaming of forever. With Lauryn.
I’ll need to tread lightly, though. To see, first, if I even have a sliver of a chance. If she has an opposing view, I can take a crack at breaking it down, counterarguing point for point. But as I formulate where to start, the water turns off, and I realize I’ll have to wing it.
She emerges a moment later with full coverage but sexy-as-hell-on-her gray knit pajamas, and I don’t have a chance to ask her anything. She beats me to it.
“Can I ask you something, Miles?” she says, her tone serious.
“Of course.”
She’s brushing her wet hair in long, smooth strokes as she watches me closely. “Why did you volunteer to come with me this weekend? To pretend to be my boyfriend? And I want the truth, Miles, not some long-winded legal jargon no one understands.”
“I’ll tell you the truth, but only if you promise to tell me something, too.”
“What?”
“Why you lied to your family about having a boyfriend to begin with?”
“That’s easy,” she says with a shrug as she turns her head to brush the other side of her hair and no longer meets my eyes. “I’m the oldest, and my sisters were all findingthe oneand settling down while I was still in the city and wanted an excuse to stay. A boyfriend seemed like the most logical option.”
There are a hundred flaws in her argument, but that’s not what bothers me about her answer. It’s her tone. She’s not giving me everything. She’s holding back and that, by far, is the worst part. If there’s one thing that’s always been true with Lauryn, it’s that she tells it like it is. She never minces words, but right now, there’s something she’s hiding, and it’s something important. Something I need to unearth to win my case.
But now isn’t the time to press, so I file it away to circle back to. “I see.”
“What about you?” she asks with a deep yawn. “Why did you come with me?”
Because I love you and I’d give anything to be with you, even though I’m not the type of man you want.“Why do you think I came?”
Her head shakes as if I’m still a mystery she’s trying to solve. “I have no clue. I thought I knew you. I mean, after this long—”
“We might have worked together side-by-side every day for the past two years, but there are some things you don’t know about me, Lauryn.”
