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Not just photographs of David. Picture after picture of David with one glamorous woman after another. Each one of them nothing like me. Each one of them as different from me as it was possible for a human being to be. And then, not only did he sleep with me yesterday, he pushed for an ongoing sexual fling. A roommates with benefits kind of thing, for lack of a better title. And Iagreedto it. Because ofcourseI did.
No one would blame me in the slightest. I’m living an American fairytale right now. I’m on an all-expenses paid trip to New York City to boost my portfolio with a massive project. I get to live in a fancy Central Park West penthouse complete with a rooftop terrace with a wet bar and hot tub. And my roommate is a sex god who is the nephew of a billionaire, and a billionaire in his own right. A rich sex god who wants to have continuous casual sex with me.Me. If I’d said “no” to his proposal I would have had to march myself off to the nearest hospital for a CAT scan, or an MRI, because clearly, I would be worried about having sustained brain damage at some point in my life leading up to that moment.
Oh well, I suppose there’s no point standing here wondering if maybe David has suffered brain damage or something, and that is the reason he wants me. I might as well savor this for as long as it lasts. Hopefully, it doesn’t completely destroy me when it reaches its inevitable conclusion.
Placing my mug on the desk, I drop into my chair, pulling up my iPad and starting a new design sketch. I suppose one thingto come out of ourliaisonyesterday was that I got to know some more aspects of his multi-faceted personality. A slight smile tugs at my lips as I sketch. I definitely got to see a few other sides of David that so far, I had not been privy to. I got to see that he has a passionate side, and he’s a considerate lover.Veryconsiderate. But also, he has this whimsical cheekiness about him. The way he was teasing me when he was trying to convince me to go to bed with me differed from the jokey attitude he had with his cousin Max. I don’t know if he shows that side to all his lovers, but I’m glad he let his guard down and showed it to me.
A part of me wonders about our new “no romance, only sex policy”. Like, doeshedecide when we have sex? That would be perfectly fair. He’s David Brooks Westerhaven and I’m, well, me. Is it going to be only to take the edge off every so often? Or more frequently? I suppose what I’m really wondering is how often I have to visit the waxing salon. A call through to my office phone distracts me from my naughty thoughts. Oops. Forgot I was still at work for a moment there.
“Ms. Kasan.” The indifferent sigh alerts me to the fact that it’s Christine on the other end of the line. Seriously, what is her deal?
“Mr. Brooks Westerhaven would like to see you in his office. Immediately.”
She hangs up before I can respond. Ohh, immediately. I guess I’d better drop everything and run up there. I glare at my iPhone, lying innocently, and silent on the desk. I told David he could just message me. I gather my iPad and head up to his office. Or maybe he’s having his secretary summon me because he wants to put in clear boundaries between our professional lives and our “roommates with benefits” life.
Christine nods at the door, turning her attention away from me. I fight the urge not to roll my eyes at the back of her head. Crossing to the door, I tap on it and slide in. David is sitting at his desk, and glances up when I walk in, motioning for me to close the door. Once I’ve shut it, he beckons me over to his desk.
“Is there something that I can help you with?” Ha, I’m so proud of how cool, detached and professional I’ve managed to keep my tone. But David ruins my inner calm by allowing his eyes to rove boldly over my body as he grins at me, that whimsical cheekiness back.
“Actually, there is. I’ve never fucked a woman in my office before.”
Oh. Shit. He waggles his eyebrows at me as my insides clench and my breath catches. Okay. So, I guess I have my answer whether our encounters are going to be frequent or few. I blink at him, my mouth falling open, my cheeks hot. I hurriedly close the distance between us so that he will hear me as I try to talk as quietly as I can.
“David, we’re at youroffice,” I hiss. But he grins, waggling his eyebrows at me, whispering back conspiratorially.
“I know. That’s why I called you up here.”
He can’t be serious. I gape at him for a long moment until my brain catches up with the conversation. He’s forgetting something. Something important.
“The walls are frostedglass.” I gesture pointlessly, since he no doubt knows what his office walls are made from. He sits back in his chair, grinning at me.
“Yeah, frosted. So, they aren’t see-through. No one can see in.”
“They might see our silhouettes!” I insist, still whispering fiercely.
David grins wider and waggles his eyebrows again. Staring me dead in the eye, he reaches over, hitting the intercom button on his desk phone.
“Mr. Brooks Westerhaven,” Christine’s voices come through. “What can I help you with?”
“Hi Christine, it looks like this meeting might run for a while, why don’t you take a long lunch?” David drawls, still staring at me as my eyes widen.
“Of course, sir, thank you.”
David takes his finger off the intercom button, raising his eyebrows. After a moment, he tips his head toward the door. “Well. Go on. See if she’s gone.”
Glaring at him, I hurry over, cracking the door open and peeking out. Sure enough, Christine has disappeared, and it’s completely still and silent outside of David’s office. Closing the door quietly, I turn to him where he has cocked a brow expectantly. A blush covering my cheeks as heat pools between my legs. Holy hell, this is going to happen. And I really,reallywant it too.
“She’s gone,” I admit, not much louder than a whisper. David’s grin stretches almost wider than his face as he beckons me over once more. My feet move of their own accord and when I’m close enough for him to reach, he stands, tugging me to him,his mouth coming down hot and passionate on mine. I grip his waist as his tongue delves into my mouth. As his tongue fences with mine, all thoughts of the frosted glass walls are driven from my mind, replaced only by how much I want this, with David.
He lifts me up onto the desk. Seated there, I’m closer in height to him, so I don’t have to tip my head back as much. I also discover that our crotches are in line with me sitting here. That’s helpful. Usually, I’m a lot shorter than him. He tugs off my panties, unbuttoning his trousers and sliding smoothly into me with a low groan. Oh,yes.
David
Ani moans as I sheath myself fully in her. I wasn’t kidding when I said that I’ve never fucked a woman in here. It’s as good as I thought it would be all morning as I’ve fantasized about this moment. I capture her mouth with mine once again, so I can swallow any noises she might make. The walls might not be see-through, but they’re not soundproof, and if my memory of yesterday is correct, Ani makes the most delicious noises when she’s in the throes of passion.
Bracing my hands on the desk on either side of her hips, I pump into her. Ani wraps her arms around my neck, holding on tight as she deepens our kiss. Her hips are bucking in time with my thrusts, and her pussy is fluttering around my cock. I felt thatseveral times yesterday, around my fingers and cock. She’s close to coming.
I keep one hand on the desk to brace, my other snaking around her back, holding her even closer. Come on, sweetheart. She shatters, moaning into my mouth as she comes. That’s what I’m talking about. Breaking our kiss, I move my hand from her back to cup the base of her neck, increasing the pressure of my thrusts until I groan and come as well. Shit yeah. That was amazing.
