Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
He pulls open his nightstand and retrieves a condom, ripping it open and gliding it on. My sex throbs at the sight, arousal consuming me. He rejoins me on the bed, his big body looming over mine.
“Ready to come again?” he asks me, grasping his erection in his hand and deliberately gliding his thickness over my wet, aching sex.
I groan at the feel of him sliding over my clit, hard and hot. “Ready, willing, and able,” I assure him, my body definitely soft for him.
He braces a hand on either side of my shoulders and the head of his cock settles at my entrance. His gaze locked on me, dark and slumberous, desire oozing from him as he pushes himself into me. I tremble, my slick body accepting him easily, as I adjust to his thickness.
“Bend your legs,” he says, and I do as he asks, the new position causing him to glide deeper still.
“Austin.” I groan, and as if the sound of his name releases the hold he’s kept on himself, he begins to thrust into me, taking me hard, his hips pounding against me.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I was ready, willing, and able. My body begins the climb the minute he withdraws and takes me over and over, his steady thrusts a perfect counterpoint to the spot he hits inside me. The same one he found earlier with his finger.
I take in his expression, jaw tight, sweat dripping from his temple, his concentration completely on my face. I feel owned by him, his body reading mine well, his focus on me complete.
“You’re going to come first,” he says, swiping his tongue over my lips. He pumps into me over and over, and I barely recognize the incoherent sounds ripping from my throat as pleasure consumes me.
“Yes, yes. I’m coming,” I say, my body giving him what he demands, glorious waves consuming me.
He takes my release as a sign and lets go, allowing my orgasm to trigger his own. “Fuck, Mia. So damn good.” He thrusts over and over until he expends himself and collapses on top of me, his body deliciously warm and slick with sweat.
At some point I wrapped my arms around his neck and now I hold on, taking these few precious moments, when he can’t see my face or how much he affects me, to come back to myself.
As I breathe in and out, regaining my composure, I release him, hoping he’ll take the hint and roll off me. I’m not going to regret what we’ve done, but I can’t act like it is anything more than it is. Great sex with my hot employer that doesn’t change the facts.
I work for him, and nothing can come of this fling. Never mind that he represents everything I want in my life if only things could be different. If he were the type of man to want more.
* * *
Austin
I roll off Mia, my body still buzzing from the best fucking orgasm ever. I head for the bathroom to dispose of the condom. My brain, which shut off during my release, clicked back on as I lay on top of her, feeling the softness of her skin, her breath heavy on my neck.
I’ve had plenty of sex in my lifetime, although not much lately, and what I shared with Mia was more. More explosive, more in tune with my feelings… more everything. And though I wonder briefly what the fuck I’ve done—I never brought a woman home to the house where I live with my daughter, let alone contemplated sex in the bedroom with my kid a room over—I don’t think I can bring myself to regret that it happened with Mia.
I return to the bed, where she is retrieving her clothes from the floor. I take in her nakedness, her skin flushed, her hair tousled, and my cock jerks, awake again.
“Rushing out?” I ask, sliding back onto the mattress.
She glances over her shoulder, those big green eyes looking back at me warily. “It seems like the right… the smart thing to do.”
Before I ask her to leave? Is that thought going through her mind? No, that wasn’t in my plan. “I still don’t think it was a mistake,” I tell her.
She sits back down beside me, clutching her clothes to her chest. “No, I don’t think it was a mistake, either.”
Well, thank God for that, I think. One hurdle I don’t have to climb… talking her down from panic.
“I’m just not sure we should repeat it, though.”
I don’t question why not. All the reasons we tried to avoid the inevitable still exist. No reason to list them all again. But having experienced sex with Mia, I have no doubt there will be a repeat. She just needs convincing.
I reach out and hook an arm around her waist, pulling her toward me. She releases her hold on the clothes in her hand and lets me settle her on top of me.