Page 70 of My Ex's Best Friend

"Please let me come, Jake."

I can feel his cock vibrate inside of me, and his strokes grow more erratic. I can tell that he's close to coming now.

“I wish I could stay inside you forever,” he says. He punctuates every word with a stroke.

I shudder as his words settle over me.

His strokes slow down until he’s barely even moving inside of me. While it was pure fucking before, every raw and urgent emotion has boiled down to this moment, here and now.

He’s making love to me now.

My body tenses, as wave after wave of climax runs over my body, the aftershock of it, making me squeeze my legs together. He starts throbbing inside me and his groan tells me he is right there in ecstasy with me.

"Wow," Jake breathes, rolling off and slumping beside me. "That was insane."

I nod, tracing circles on his chest. I can't trust myself to speak right now. My body, though, is relaxed and totally at ease.

Jake hugs me tighter. "I can't believe you're here with me in my arms. No matter how many times I say it, I still can't believe it."

"Me neither," I say.

This time, Jake coaxes my chin up, so I have no choice but to look at him. "I may sound like a broken record, but I can't believe how lucky I am."

He leans in to kiss me, and his cock twitches between my thighs.

I laugh. My thighs are still sticky with his cum. "Again? So quickly."

"It's you," Jake says. He kisses my forehead.

"We're going home in two days. I can't wait to show you all my favorite parts of the city."

I stiffen slightly and start to get out of his embrace. Jake doesn't let me go at first, however, when he sees me struggling, he reluctantly peels away from me.

"I don’t want this to stop when we get back," he says when I don't say anything right away.

"It's going to be weird. You're my boss."

"So? It's nobody's business.”

I sigh. “Jake, I’m working under you.”

He smiles slyly. “Yes, you are.”

“Jake—"

"Look, HR has to know. But the rest of the world doesn’t have to. The point is, don’t we have the right to be happy, too?"

"I guess. But I don’t want your friends knowing."

When Jake frowns, I clarify. "I meant Chris. I don't want him in our business. He is the one that I’m actually concerned about."

"Are you worried about what he might think of us?"

I roll my eyes. "I couldn't care less. Truth is, if he weren’t your friend, I’d have no problem with us being out in the open. But him? Hopefully, he changed a bit in these five years, but the Chris I remember made it all about himself. He had to be the king and ruler and brought on all the drama."

"That’s Chris, all right," Jake says. "Done, then. None of my friends will find out about it."

He then hesitates before continuing, "Kiera, if you have any problem with my friendship with Chris—"

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