movements never cease. As he lifts his arm, I see the faint outline from the bruising on his ribs. I totally forgot about them; he’s been working so hard to please us and fighting through that pain. I want to let him rest. I know he’s far from finished and now’s my turn to take control.
“Troy?” I ask out of breath, causing him to slow, but not completely stop. “Can I get on top?”
He shakes his head. “Not yet.”
“But your ribs.”
“I’m fine,” he says breathlessly. “Fuck, Bridge, being inside your pussy makes everything better. Please don’t make me stop.”
“Trust me,” I moan trying to control my voice. “I don’t want you to. I only wanna help.”
“Just lay there and let me savor this,” he grunts, filling me. “Come for me again and again. Watching you let go is what I want.”
Looking up at him I close my eyes and ask, “How can you keep going?”
“I told you I wouldn’t be able to stop. This is nothing compared to what you’re in for. I’m only getting started, baby.”
Walking up to my new office is so surreal. I cannot believe I landed this job. Granted I have my sister and Vincent to thank, but deep down I know it was partly because of me. It wasn’t just their decision after all. Liam and C.J. had a lot to do with it. Before I step inside, I look down at my black slacks, flats, and white dress shirt. You got this. I take the elevator up to the twenty-ninth floor and breeze right past Autumn in reception, saying a simple, “Good Morning,” as I walk by. She glances up and I can see the shock on her face. Vincent told me to just come in and find Lex, that she would get me all set up. As I approach her desk, she’s leaning over staring at her computer screen with a scowl on her face.
“Morning,” I say, in a chipper tone.
“Hey, honey. Welcome. How was the rest of your weekend?”
“It was nice. Troy and I had a great time together.”
“Oh good. Glad to hear. Wanna follow me to your desk?”
“Yup, lead the way.”
Alexa comes out from behind hers and I follow as we walk around the row of cubicles. “The guys’ offices are all over there,” she says pointing to the left-hand side of the office. As we reach the end of the row, she says, “Here’s your desk, dear. Max is on the other side of the wall from you.”
“Great. Thank you.”
“Of course. Here are your keys. Inside is a binder with enough stuff to keep you busy for a few hours. Just getting logged on and setting up your e-mail and other accounts, voicemail, and blackberry…it’ll take ya all morning.”
“A what-a?”
“Blackberry. As office manager, be prepared to be on call whenever needed. Oh, and I think the guys wanted to meet with you at eleven, but check your Outlook calendar to be sure. Love ya,” she says and walks off.
I set my stuff down on the desk and plop down in my chair. Oh God, am I going to be able to handle this? Is it going to be too much responsibility? My phone buzzes, interrupting my negative thoughts, and as I fish it out of my bag, it buzzes again. Once I have it in my hands, I glance at the screen to see two missed text messages, both from Troy. The first says. How’s my girl holding up so far? The second is a picture of us in bed this morning. Both of us have huge smiles and you can see the happiness is pouring out of us like water from a spout.
Thanks for the text and the picture. I miss your face. I think this is going to be a lot to handle. I hope I can do it.
Baby, you can do anything you put your mind to. You’re one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. Don’t forget that, okay?
I hope so. You’re so sweet. Thank you for saying that.
My pleasure, I’m just speaking the truth. Wanna have lunch?
I would love to. Let me see what my schedule looks like and I’ll text you back.
I place my phone in the top drawer of my desk and glance around to make sure no one saw me texting. As I unlock all of the other drawers, I’m nervous about
“Troy?” I ask out of breath, causing him to slow, but not completely stop. “Can I get on top?”
He shakes his head. “Not yet.”
“But your ribs.”
“I’m fine,” he says breathlessly. “Fuck, Bridge, being inside your pussy makes everything better. Please don’t make me stop.”
“Trust me,” I moan trying to control my voice. “I don’t want you to. I only wanna help.”
“Just lay there and let me savor this,” he grunts, filling me. “Come for me again and again. Watching you let go is what I want.”
Looking up at him I close my eyes and ask, “How can you keep going?”
“I told you I wouldn’t be able to stop. This is nothing compared to what you’re in for. I’m only getting started, baby.”
Walking up to my new office is so surreal. I cannot believe I landed this job. Granted I have my sister and Vincent to thank, but deep down I know it was partly because of me. It wasn’t just their decision after all. Liam and C.J. had a lot to do with it. Before I step inside, I look down at my black slacks, flats, and white dress shirt. You got this. I take the elevator up to the twenty-ninth floor and breeze right past Autumn in reception, saying a simple, “Good Morning,” as I walk by. She glances up and I can see the shock on her face. Vincent told me to just come in and find Lex, that she would get me all set up. As I approach her desk, she’s leaning over staring at her computer screen with a scowl on her face.
“Morning,” I say, in a chipper tone.
“Hey, honey. Welcome. How was the rest of your weekend?”
“It was nice. Troy and I had a great time together.”
“Oh good. Glad to hear. Wanna follow me to your desk?”
“Yup, lead the way.”
Alexa comes out from behind hers and I follow as we walk around the row of cubicles. “The guys’ offices are all over there,” she says pointing to the left-hand side of the office. As we reach the end of the row, she says, “Here’s your desk, dear. Max is on the other side of the wall from you.”
“Great. Thank you.”
“Of course. Here are your keys. Inside is a binder with enough stuff to keep you busy for a few hours. Just getting logged on and setting up your e-mail and other accounts, voicemail, and blackberry…it’ll take ya all morning.”
“A what-a?”
“Blackberry. As office manager, be prepared to be on call whenever needed. Oh, and I think the guys wanted to meet with you at eleven, but check your Outlook calendar to be sure. Love ya,” she says and walks off.
I set my stuff down on the desk and plop down in my chair. Oh God, am I going to be able to handle this? Is it going to be too much responsibility? My phone buzzes, interrupting my negative thoughts, and as I fish it out of my bag, it buzzes again. Once I have it in my hands, I glance at the screen to see two missed text messages, both from Troy. The first says. How’s my girl holding up so far? The second is a picture of us in bed this morning. Both of us have huge smiles and you can see the happiness is pouring out of us like water from a spout.
Thanks for the text and the picture. I miss your face. I think this is going to be a lot to handle. I hope I can do it.
Baby, you can do anything you put your mind to. You’re one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. Don’t forget that, okay?
I hope so. You’re so sweet. Thank you for saying that.
My pleasure, I’m just speaking the truth. Wanna have lunch?
I would love to. Let me see what my schedule looks like and I’ll text you back.
I place my phone in the top drawer of my desk and glance around to make sure no one saw me texting. As I unlock all of the other drawers, I’m nervous about
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