directions the tiniest bit.
The new angle he pumped into her was even better than before.
“Take it,” he panted. “Take what you need from me.”
He stretched his thumbs to her labia, rubbing into the nerves beneath while at the same time pushing the folds closer to his striving cock. His veins had a texture, popped up as they were with blood. Wonderful sensations throbbed crazily through her groin.
“Trey,” she gasped, startled by how sharp her feelings were. Desperate for an anchor, she slapped her hands around his wrists.
When his eyes slitted open, they should have been shooting flames. Had she done something to him, cuffing his arms this way? His stare was too hot, too intensely impassioned.
“Almost,” he rasped, muscles in his jaw clenching. “Al—”
Rebecca’s peak uncoiled.
He let loose with her, his loud groan of pleasure pitched lower than her wail. Like exclamation points to his ejaculation, the head of his cock dug repeatedly into her, the deep percussions against her cervix reverberating through her as after-orgasms. Before this, she’d have sworn she didn’t care if she and a man came at the same time. What did it matter, as long as they both enjoyed themselves? With Trey, she had to rethink her attitude. The warmth that flooded her as they peaked was incredible, the sense that they were truly sharing the experience. He deepened the feeling by pulling her upward after and hugging her.
It seemed normal that her head settled on his shoulder, that her hands rubbed his back like his were rubbing hers. The scent of his cologne and sweat were heady. If she weren’t careful, they’d become her new favorite smell. He let out that hum of his, his all-purpose happy sound.
“Sweet,” he said, pressing soft lips to her hot temple.
Somewhere on the wall a clock ticked, the second hand going tock-tock-tock . Rebecca’s breath gusted out on a reluctant sigh. With every tock , sanity returned.
“Sorry,” she said. “I swear I didn’t sleep with you so you’d give me the job.”
Trey pushed back slightly to look at her. “I swear I didn’t sleep with you so you’d take it.”
He sounded annoyed. In her experience, guys who just came were in good moods. “Are you angry?” she asked.
“Are you really sorry?” he retorted.
“Well, that was enjoyable—as I’m sure you noticed, but if you’re planning to hire me, you have to agree it wasn’t smart. Bosses and employees shouldn’t sleep together.”
His expression was a study in irritation, perhaps because he couldn’t dispute her point. “Damn it,” was all he finally said.
Taking this as her cue, Rebecca pushed gently off of him. Her shoes were halfway across the kitchen, her trousers caught on the edge of a lowboy refrigeration drawer. Shoving her legs back in them, she did her best to hide her disappointment that he didn’t argue more. Calling what they’d done enjoyable was an understatement, to say the least.
She took comfort in him muttering to himself as he stood and yanked up his pants. The word idiot peppered his diatribe.
He waited to speak to her until she was buttoning her shirt. She noticed he’d smoothed his hair back into its ponytail.
“I am hiring you,” he said grimly.
Rebecca’s heart gave a little skip. “Truly?”
“Truly. Full pay from the start and no arguments. I—” He paused to grind his teeth. “I reluctantly agree we shouldn’t do that again.”
She smiled in spite of herself. Reluctantly agreeing was sweet of him.
~
Watching Rebecca dress in her borderline frumpy clothes was an exercise in frustration. Could Trey have backed himself into a worse corner? After all those years of fantasizing, now he knew how amazing real sex with Rebecca was . . . and he’d conceded they shouldn’t do it again. She was right of course. Sex in the workplace led to messiness and complications—neither of which he’d have shied from if his workplace weren’t already complicated from loving
The new angle he pumped into her was even better than before.
“Take it,” he panted. “Take what you need from me.”
He stretched his thumbs to her labia, rubbing into the nerves beneath while at the same time pushing the folds closer to his striving cock. His veins had a texture, popped up as they were with blood. Wonderful sensations throbbed crazily through her groin.
“Trey,” she gasped, startled by how sharp her feelings were. Desperate for an anchor, she slapped her hands around his wrists.
When his eyes slitted open, they should have been shooting flames. Had she done something to him, cuffing his arms this way? His stare was too hot, too intensely impassioned.
“Almost,” he rasped, muscles in his jaw clenching. “Al—”
Rebecca’s peak uncoiled.
He let loose with her, his loud groan of pleasure pitched lower than her wail. Like exclamation points to his ejaculation, the head of his cock dug repeatedly into her, the deep percussions against her cervix reverberating through her as after-orgasms. Before this, she’d have sworn she didn’t care if she and a man came at the same time. What did it matter, as long as they both enjoyed themselves? With Trey, she had to rethink her attitude. The warmth that flooded her as they peaked was incredible, the sense that they were truly sharing the experience. He deepened the feeling by pulling her upward after and hugging her.
It seemed normal that her head settled on his shoulder, that her hands rubbed his back like his were rubbing hers. The scent of his cologne and sweat were heady. If she weren’t careful, they’d become her new favorite smell. He let out that hum of his, his all-purpose happy sound.
“Sweet,” he said, pressing soft lips to her hot temple.
Somewhere on the wall a clock ticked, the second hand going tock-tock-tock . Rebecca’s breath gusted out on a reluctant sigh. With every tock , sanity returned.
“Sorry,” she said. “I swear I didn’t sleep with you so you’d give me the job.”
Trey pushed back slightly to look at her. “I swear I didn’t sleep with you so you’d take it.”
He sounded annoyed. In her experience, guys who just came were in good moods. “Are you angry?” she asked.
“Are you really sorry?” he retorted.
“Well, that was enjoyable—as I’m sure you noticed, but if you’re planning to hire me, you have to agree it wasn’t smart. Bosses and employees shouldn’t sleep together.”
His expression was a study in irritation, perhaps because he couldn’t dispute her point. “Damn it,” was all he finally said.
Taking this as her cue, Rebecca pushed gently off of him. Her shoes were halfway across the kitchen, her trousers caught on the edge of a lowboy refrigeration drawer. Shoving her legs back in them, she did her best to hide her disappointment that he didn’t argue more. Calling what they’d done enjoyable was an understatement, to say the least.
She took comfort in him muttering to himself as he stood and yanked up his pants. The word idiot peppered his diatribe.
He waited to speak to her until she was buttoning her shirt. She noticed he’d smoothed his hair back into its ponytail.
“I am hiring you,” he said grimly.
Rebecca’s heart gave a little skip. “Truly?”
“Truly. Full pay from the start and no arguments. I—” He paused to grind his teeth. “I reluctantly agree we shouldn’t do that again.”
She smiled in spite of herself. Reluctantly agreeing was sweet of him.
~
Watching Rebecca dress in her borderline frumpy clothes was an exercise in frustration. Could Trey have backed himself into a worse corner? After all those years of fantasizing, now he knew how amazing real sex with Rebecca was . . . and he’d conceded they shouldn’t do it again. She was right of course. Sex in the workplace led to messiness and complications—neither of which he’d have shied from if his workplace weren’t already complicated from loving
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