she whimpered. Her orgasm had only begun to subside when she felt his cock swell. And then she felt him come, hot and thick inside of her. She found herself coming again, with him, and it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. All the clichés of mind blowing, earth shattering, toe curling sex she'd heard about—none of them compared to what she'd just felt with Laszlo. She laid limp on top of him, no energy or desire to move. He pulled his finger from her and she sighed.
"I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life," he whispered and she laughed.
"Me either."
Laszlo took her face into h is hands and kissed her softly, stealing her ability to think. "We're just getting started, love."
"We are?" Her body tingled with anticipation at the idea of doing this with him again.
He hugged her to him and rolled them over so that she was now beneath him. "Mmm hmm."
His hips moved and she was shocked to find him semi-hard. She didn't know that was possible. Her body needed a few minutes to recuperate. At least, that's what her mind said. Her body was moving with him already, her soft moans a stranger to her own ears.
"I'm not even close to being done with you," he said. Trinity closed her eyes and gave in to the pleasure.
***
Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, casting an irritating glow on her face. She rolled over and flung her arm over her eyes. It was useless. She'd been woken and there was no going back to sleep for her. Trinity yawned and stretched, her hand grazing over the lump in the blankets next to her. She snapped her eyes open. Oh my god! I wasn't dreaming. I really did have sex with my boss last night. Repeatedly. She groaned. "I'm never drinking again," she mumbled as she climbed out of bed. Christ, why are my thighs so damn sore? And then she remembered. Marathon sex with the king of all things sexual was bound to leave her feeling a little worn out.
It had been a mistake coming here. Hell, she wasn't even supposed to be here. Sarah, Laszlo's executive assistant was supposed to have been the one to be here. Not Trinity. But Sarah had come down with a bad case of the flu and couldn't make it. This business trip, the meetings, the negotiations were so important to Laszlo and he absolutely could not function without an assistant around that when Sarah suggested Trinity fill in, he'd jumped at the idea.
Trinity tiptoed into the bathroom and put on one of the complimentary robes. She didn’t' want to risk getting fully dressed. The quicker she could get away the better. She gathered her clothes from the bedroom floor, taking extra care not to wake Laszlo. She was pretty sure no woman had ever snuck out on him and she was positive he wouldn't take it very well that she did, but that was a bridge she'd cross later. Right now, she just wanted to get the hell out of his room and go home.
CHAPTER TWO
One Week Later…
Laszlo straightened his tie as he exited the elevator on the thirty fourth floor of his office building. It had been a full week since the night he'd spent with Trinity. He'd awakened to find his bed empty and her gone. To say he was displeased would've been an understatement. He had been furious. He was Laszlo fucking Cstary; billionaire, philanthropist, playboy, object of desire for women all over. Women didn't sneak out on him. That's not how things worked in his world. What pissed him off even more than Trinity's disappearing act though was just how much it had been bothering him. At first he dismissed it as nothing more than his ego had taken a hit and he didn't like that, but as the days progressed and she continuously ignored his phone calls, he knew it was more than a bruised ego. He had feelings for Trinity, more than he cared to admit. And last minute problems with the contracts had delayed his return home, which had made the situation all that more unbearable. But, he was back now and Trinity wouldn't be able to avoid him any longer.
He cleared his throat as he
"I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life," he whispered and she laughed.
"Me either."
Laszlo took her face into h is hands and kissed her softly, stealing her ability to think. "We're just getting started, love."
"We are?" Her body tingled with anticipation at the idea of doing this with him again.
He hugged her to him and rolled them over so that she was now beneath him. "Mmm hmm."
His hips moved and she was shocked to find him semi-hard. She didn't know that was possible. Her body needed a few minutes to recuperate. At least, that's what her mind said. Her body was moving with him already, her soft moans a stranger to her own ears.
"I'm not even close to being done with you," he said. Trinity closed her eyes and gave in to the pleasure.
***
Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, casting an irritating glow on her face. She rolled over and flung her arm over her eyes. It was useless. She'd been woken and there was no going back to sleep for her. Trinity yawned and stretched, her hand grazing over the lump in the blankets next to her. She snapped her eyes open. Oh my god! I wasn't dreaming. I really did have sex with my boss last night. Repeatedly. She groaned. "I'm never drinking again," she mumbled as she climbed out of bed. Christ, why are my thighs so damn sore? And then she remembered. Marathon sex with the king of all things sexual was bound to leave her feeling a little worn out.
It had been a mistake coming here. Hell, she wasn't even supposed to be here. Sarah, Laszlo's executive assistant was supposed to have been the one to be here. Not Trinity. But Sarah had come down with a bad case of the flu and couldn't make it. This business trip, the meetings, the negotiations were so important to Laszlo and he absolutely could not function without an assistant around that when Sarah suggested Trinity fill in, he'd jumped at the idea.
Trinity tiptoed into the bathroom and put on one of the complimentary robes. She didn’t' want to risk getting fully dressed. The quicker she could get away the better. She gathered her clothes from the bedroom floor, taking extra care not to wake Laszlo. She was pretty sure no woman had ever snuck out on him and she was positive he wouldn't take it very well that she did, but that was a bridge she'd cross later. Right now, she just wanted to get the hell out of his room and go home.
CHAPTER TWO
One Week Later…
Laszlo straightened his tie as he exited the elevator on the thirty fourth floor of his office building. It had been a full week since the night he'd spent with Trinity. He'd awakened to find his bed empty and her gone. To say he was displeased would've been an understatement. He had been furious. He was Laszlo fucking Cstary; billionaire, philanthropist, playboy, object of desire for women all over. Women didn't sneak out on him. That's not how things worked in his world. What pissed him off even more than Trinity's disappearing act though was just how much it had been bothering him. At first he dismissed it as nothing more than his ego had taken a hit and he didn't like that, but as the days progressed and she continuously ignored his phone calls, he knew it was more than a bruised ego. He had feelings for Trinity, more than he cared to admit. And last minute problems with the contracts had delayed his return home, which had made the situation all that more unbearable. But, he was back now and Trinity wouldn't be able to avoid him any longer.
He cleared his throat as he
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