up.” He pulls on my arm, and I tumble across him. Before I know it, he’s straddling my knees on each side of his groin. He’s hard and long beneath me. Finding my mouth, he kisses me, suckles me, nibbles my lips.
It occurs to me his moves are not those of a man who’s had too much to drink, but the sharp actions of a sober man. “You’re not drunk!”
His lips quirk. “I told you I’d only had two beers.” He grabs my ass and pins me to his groin. And then, taking advantage of my momentary confusion, he rolls his hard-on against my clit.
A streak of heat cuts off my breath. When my legs go wobbly, I clasp his shoulders to keep from falling against his chest. “But you stumbled and you bumped your head.” I wheeze out breathless.
But the devil is not finished teasing me. His brow arches and he smirks. “It was all an act.”
“Why?” I can barely keep still when he keeps up the repetitive motion beneath me.
“If you’d known I was sober, you wouldn’t have invited me in.”
“You’re despicable.” I’m pissed he fooled me so easily even while below he’s making me burn.
“No. I’m hard and horny. For you.” His hand finds its way beneath the hem of my sleep shirt. It takes him no time to discover I’m naked below.
When his thumb finds my hot button, I bite down on my lip to keep from begging for more. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Why not?” He curls his hand around my nape. Pulling me down to him, he nibbles the corner of my mouth, suckles my lower lip. He smells minty fresh, of toothpaste and mouthwash. He probably used my toothbrush, the fiend.
“Because you’re my boss.”
He stops what he’s doing and stares at me. “Something easily taken care of. You’re fired.”
“What?”
“Tomorrow morning, I’ll write you a check for one year’s wages and your bonus.”
To say I’m insulted is an understatement. “You’d pay me $125,000 so you can have sex with me?”
“Money well spent.”
“You bastard.” Breathing hard, I push away, try to scramble off him, but he won’t let me go. “I’m not Minouette. I don’t get paid to service you.” I swallow hard. “If it’s a hooker you want, I’m sure the hotel can find you one. Just call down to the concierge.” I struggle some more with the same lack of results.
He cups my face and kisses me softly. “I don’t want a hooker, sweet girl. I want you.”
I love what he’s doing. Love the way he makes me feel. But it doesn’t change anything. “We can’t do this, Sterling. I work for you.” I choke out in a strangled voice.
“Then quit for one night. You can go back on the clock in the morning.” He pulls me toward him, kisses me. When I squirm against him he rips off my sleep t-shirt, and pushes me prone on the couch until he’s lying on top of me. He bends forward and sucks the tip of one breast into his mouth. “You taste like heaven itself.”
I take a deep breath, curl my hand around his nape while he worships my breasts. The thought that he wants me as much as he does boggles my mind. I never had boys come on to me my entire life and yet here’s this gorgeous man with obvious proof of his desire for me.
His head comes up. “Tell me you want this, Caitlyn.” His voice’s gone rough, gravelly. It no longer carries that playful tone.
This big, powerful man with more money than God is begging nobody Caitlyn Bennett to make love to him. It might be wrong. But I want it too. “Yes. I do.”
“Where did you put the condoms?”
“Here.” I reach for one on the coffee table and hand it to him. He tears the foil with his teeth, rolls it over his hard cock. “It’s going to be fast and hard. Hope you’re okay with that.”
“And if I wasn’t?”
“I’d try to go slow for your sake.”
“You don’t have to. I want this as much as you do.”
“I doubt that very much.” He slides me beneath him, notches his penis in my sheath. “Ready?”
“Yes.” I only have a second to brace for
It occurs to me his moves are not those of a man who’s had too much to drink, but the sharp actions of a sober man. “You’re not drunk!”
His lips quirk. “I told you I’d only had two beers.” He grabs my ass and pins me to his groin. And then, taking advantage of my momentary confusion, he rolls his hard-on against my clit.
A streak of heat cuts off my breath. When my legs go wobbly, I clasp his shoulders to keep from falling against his chest. “But you stumbled and you bumped your head.” I wheeze out breathless.
But the devil is not finished teasing me. His brow arches and he smirks. “It was all an act.”
“Why?” I can barely keep still when he keeps up the repetitive motion beneath me.
“If you’d known I was sober, you wouldn’t have invited me in.”
“You’re despicable.” I’m pissed he fooled me so easily even while below he’s making me burn.
“No. I’m hard and horny. For you.” His hand finds its way beneath the hem of my sleep shirt. It takes him no time to discover I’m naked below.
When his thumb finds my hot button, I bite down on my lip to keep from begging for more. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Why not?” He curls his hand around my nape. Pulling me down to him, he nibbles the corner of my mouth, suckles my lower lip. He smells minty fresh, of toothpaste and mouthwash. He probably used my toothbrush, the fiend.
“Because you’re my boss.”
He stops what he’s doing and stares at me. “Something easily taken care of. You’re fired.”
“What?”
“Tomorrow morning, I’ll write you a check for one year’s wages and your bonus.”
To say I’m insulted is an understatement. “You’d pay me $125,000 so you can have sex with me?”
“Money well spent.”
“You bastard.” Breathing hard, I push away, try to scramble off him, but he won’t let me go. “I’m not Minouette. I don’t get paid to service you.” I swallow hard. “If it’s a hooker you want, I’m sure the hotel can find you one. Just call down to the concierge.” I struggle some more with the same lack of results.
He cups my face and kisses me softly. “I don’t want a hooker, sweet girl. I want you.”
I love what he’s doing. Love the way he makes me feel. But it doesn’t change anything. “We can’t do this, Sterling. I work for you.” I choke out in a strangled voice.
“Then quit for one night. You can go back on the clock in the morning.” He pulls me toward him, kisses me. When I squirm against him he rips off my sleep t-shirt, and pushes me prone on the couch until he’s lying on top of me. He bends forward and sucks the tip of one breast into his mouth. “You taste like heaven itself.”
I take a deep breath, curl my hand around his nape while he worships my breasts. The thought that he wants me as much as he does boggles my mind. I never had boys come on to me my entire life and yet here’s this gorgeous man with obvious proof of his desire for me.
His head comes up. “Tell me you want this, Caitlyn.” His voice’s gone rough, gravelly. It no longer carries that playful tone.
This big, powerful man with more money than God is begging nobody Caitlyn Bennett to make love to him. It might be wrong. But I want it too. “Yes. I do.”
“Where did you put the condoms?”
“Here.” I reach for one on the coffee table and hand it to him. He tears the foil with his teeth, rolls it over his hard cock. “It’s going to be fast and hard. Hope you’re okay with that.”
“And if I wasn’t?”
“I’d try to go slow for your sake.”
“You don’t have to. I want this as much as you do.”
“I doubt that very much.” He slides me beneath him, notches his penis in my sheath. “Ready?”
“Yes.” I only have a second to brace for
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