the onslaught of his passion before he pushes in cutting off my breath. Fast and hard, he pounds into me while I hang on for dear life. He’s long and thick and hard. The sheer virility of him proves in the most primal way possible that he is a man. His take-no-prisoners approach might offend someone else, but I love it. It proves he wants me, and for this moment in time, he’s all mine. But his vigor plays havoc with our bedding. I plant my feet on the mattress to keep from sliding off. To no avail. His vigorous moves lands us on the floor. He barely pauses a second before he resumes pounding me into the rug. And by then, I don’t care anymore.
We both come in a blaze of heat and fireworks. I scream. He grunts as he collapses on top of me. Heavy as he is, I cradle him against me while we fight for breath.
Sometime in the middle of the night, we move to the bed where he makes love to me again and again. At some point, he ties one of my silk stockings around my eyes so I can’t see. Somehow the darkness, not knowing what he might do next, intensifies my climax. In the morning, I’m so sore, I can barely walk.
“I shouldn’t have ridden you so hard,” he says in the shower.
“I didn’t say no. I wanted you too.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Hire me back?”
He throws back his head and laughs. I’ve never seen him this carefree. I’m glad I was able to give that to him.
Chapter 15
______________
Sterling
I RELUCTANTLY RETURN to my suite in the morning to shave, bathe and dress. I tried to talk her into coming with me, but after walking me back to my door, she kissed me goodbye, claiming she had something to do. I miss her. I do. Last night was one of the best of my life. We made love three times, each time better than the last. She’s become much more than my personal assistant. But what is she exactly? She’d protest if I called her my lover, even though that’s exactly what she is. Thing is I can’t live without her. Not anymore. She makes me happy with her silly notions of what’s right and wrong. I’ll have to figure out how to work my way around her ideals. Once we return home, I’ll have to devise a plan.
That evening our hosts throw a party for everyone, including Caitlyn. I pay a maid to escort me to her room. When she opens the door, she gasps. She’s surprised to see me.
“What are you wearing?”
“A black cocktail dress.” I can’t tell the color. They all look the same to me. I haul her into me and kiss her while standing at the front door. When I do, someone passing behind us, giggles. Two young girls or women by the sound of it.
She pulls back, but I haul her close again. “Don’t. I’m not finished kissing you yet.”
“Sterling.” She pushes me back. Something clicks. Her purse? “Here.” She tucks a piece of paper into my breast pocket. “I meant to give you this later on, but we might as well do it right now.”
“What is it?”
“The check you wrote me this morning. I don’t want to be fired.”
After she’d escorted me to my room, I’d given her the check for a full year’s salary plus a bonus. Not as a payment for what we’d done during the night, but because I wanted her to pay off her mother’s medical bills so we could get on with our lives. But obviously she can’t accept it. “Then what do you want, sweetheart?”
“I’m not your sweetheart.”
“What are you then?”
“What I’ve always been, your personal assistant.”
“With benefits?” I ask, hopefully.
“No. This can’t happen again. We satisfied our desires and now we’re done.”
Damn it. Should have known she’d take this tack again. “No. We’re not. I’m not done with you. I want more.”
“It’s not happening, Sterling. We better go.” She closes the door behind her, and we make our way to the hotel restaurant where a private room has been reserved. Our hosts have gone all out. Not only did they arrange a splendid feast, but they hired a
We both come in a blaze of heat and fireworks. I scream. He grunts as he collapses on top of me. Heavy as he is, I cradle him against me while we fight for breath.
Sometime in the middle of the night, we move to the bed where he makes love to me again and again. At some point, he ties one of my silk stockings around my eyes so I can’t see. Somehow the darkness, not knowing what he might do next, intensifies my climax. In the morning, I’m so sore, I can barely walk.
“I shouldn’t have ridden you so hard,” he says in the shower.
“I didn’t say no. I wanted you too.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Hire me back?”
He throws back his head and laughs. I’ve never seen him this carefree. I’m glad I was able to give that to him.
Chapter 15
______________
Sterling
I RELUCTANTLY RETURN to my suite in the morning to shave, bathe and dress. I tried to talk her into coming with me, but after walking me back to my door, she kissed me goodbye, claiming she had something to do. I miss her. I do. Last night was one of the best of my life. We made love three times, each time better than the last. She’s become much more than my personal assistant. But what is she exactly? She’d protest if I called her my lover, even though that’s exactly what she is. Thing is I can’t live without her. Not anymore. She makes me happy with her silly notions of what’s right and wrong. I’ll have to figure out how to work my way around her ideals. Once we return home, I’ll have to devise a plan.
That evening our hosts throw a party for everyone, including Caitlyn. I pay a maid to escort me to her room. When she opens the door, she gasps. She’s surprised to see me.
“What are you wearing?”
“A black cocktail dress.” I can’t tell the color. They all look the same to me. I haul her into me and kiss her while standing at the front door. When I do, someone passing behind us, giggles. Two young girls or women by the sound of it.
She pulls back, but I haul her close again. “Don’t. I’m not finished kissing you yet.”
“Sterling.” She pushes me back. Something clicks. Her purse? “Here.” She tucks a piece of paper into my breast pocket. “I meant to give you this later on, but we might as well do it right now.”
“What is it?”
“The check you wrote me this morning. I don’t want to be fired.”
After she’d escorted me to my room, I’d given her the check for a full year’s salary plus a bonus. Not as a payment for what we’d done during the night, but because I wanted her to pay off her mother’s medical bills so we could get on with our lives. But obviously she can’t accept it. “Then what do you want, sweetheart?”
“I’m not your sweetheart.”
“What are you then?”
“What I’ve always been, your personal assistant.”
“With benefits?” I ask, hopefully.
“No. This can’t happen again. We satisfied our desires and now we’re done.”
Damn it. Should have known she’d take this tack again. “No. We’re not. I’m not done with you. I want more.”
“It’s not happening, Sterling. We better go.” She closes the door behind her, and we make our way to the hotel restaurant where a private room has been reserved. Our hosts have gone all out. Not only did they arrange a splendid feast, but they hired a
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