Page 87 of Some Things Never Change

He didn’t even wait for me to finish. He let out a harsh grunt as he began pummeling my insides. He was ruthless, agile, and desperate to make me feel the extent of exactly what kind of desires I drew out of him, pushing him to the verge of hysteria.

Now understanding him, I met him in the middle with my own pent-up desires as well. To his every blow, I threw back with my own harsh and offbeat thrusts. First, his every breath began to shudder. Then his grip on me became bruising, as if I was his only anchor in this all-consuming storm we were in together.

We composed the wettest, sloppiest, and nastiest symphony with each clap of his hips against my ass as our breaths sang loudly together. Our every moan and groan echoed beautifully in our tile-ladened symphony hall with each crescendo and decrescendo of our thrusts.

When he reached around to brush his fingertips against my clit, I came violently. My eyes rolled back into my head as my orgasm quaked my entire body. Behind me, Andy let out a thundering groan as I clenched tightly with my climax. In a single and raging pump, he reached his own. My center gripped so firmly around him that I could feel every pulse vibrating from him as his big load discharged deep in me into the condom.

I was still shaking when Andy pulled out and with it a wet ribbon of my climax dribbling onto my inner thighs. I had never felt anything so damn good before with anyone else. Of course, I would only experience this with him. Thankfully, he pulled me upright to his chest. My arms burned and my legs felt like jelly. My body would have dangerously given up at any moment, but I was safe in his brawny arms.

“That was a good rendezvous,” he laughed. “Before we play our game and you’re the one begging me to fuck you with my cock stuffed down your throat in that VIP bathroom. Maybe you should consider getting knee pads, baby. Just in case your pretty, little kneecaps bruise.”

I scoffed with a smile on my lips, running my hands down his chest and abs chiseled out of marble. “Don’t be so cocky when you’re the one with the huge load, Sweetheart. Bet you’re going to be having wet dreams about me every night until you crack.”

Andy laughed as he pulled me into a slow, intense kiss unlike the sex we just had. Our hearts were still racing a thousand miles an hour in unison when we pulled away from the kiss. With big smiles, we wordlessly showered again with fits of giggles in between kisses. There was nothing to laugh at, but we couldn’t contain the snickers bubbling out of us.

After showering, Andy made a pizza with the dough he prepped over the weekend for dinner. We decided to call it a night after getting our fill of a great Margherita pizza and even better wine. I was making myself comfortable on Andy’s bed until I caught the sight of him. I couldn’t help but cock an eyebrow at Andy as he walked out of his master bathroom with absolutely nothing on.

“You’re going to bed like that?” I asked.

Andy looked down at his body, rippling with muscles and strength. He was oozing virility down to his very soul and we both knew it. He smiled as he looked back up at me. “Yep.”

Before Andy could climb into bed, I quickly jumped out and stripped myself bare as well. I wasn’t going to be the only one ogling for the next week if I could help it. I knew I was going to win and there was nothing Andy could do that would be able to crack me.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His twinkling eyes drifted all over my body slowly. When they landed on the tips of my toes, he smirked and got into bed.

I immediately got in as well. “Why not? You’re going to sleep naked, too.”

Andy laughed and gestured toward me to come closer. Without hesitation, I climbed onto Andy’s lap and even he was taken by surprise. For a moment, we just sat there staring at each other fanning our deep, hard breaths into one another’s faces.

“What are you doing, Tink?” Andy blinked slowly at me.

“Winning while I stare into your beautiful eyes, my pretty boy.” I smiled as I gingerly held his face in both of my hands.

He stared back at me with heat rising up to his ears like the shy boy that he was. We shared the same gentle smile before our lips eagerly connected for a kiss. Even after a month of being together, my heart still raced whenever he kissed me. I could feel his heart beating strongly as well—drumming almost out of his chest—in unison with the same intensity and fervor as mine.

Almost as if we were one.

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

I cleared my throat as I sucked a mint Cindy gave me. She eyed me from head to waist with a broad smile. My lips were tugged to the same smile, knowing I did good today with my outfit. I was donning a light pink dress that was business casual enough with a sexy undertone. It cinched my figure into an hourglass and made my ass look amazing.

When I was rummaging through my closet for two hours after Andy fell asleep last night, I did so with the intention of winning our deal. Me, a loser? Nope. The only one begging in the ninth-floor bathroom was going to be Andy. I wanted him to drool all over his keyboard all week, thinking about me.

“You look so sexy today,” said Cindy.

Since this was a game Andy and I were playing, I decided to be a little fancy and bought a half a dozen designer cupcakes from the same bakery Andy bought cupcakes from for Cindy and I months ago. I intended to bring them over to him and his work friends, in case just watching me from far away wasn’t enough for him. It was more expensive than getting doughnuts, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

“I know, right?”

“Go get ‘em, Tigress.”

I laughed as I walked away from our usual table. As if on cue, Andy looked up and in my direction. He already gave me a double take this morning when I stepped out of my room to leave for work. I could tell he was fully drinking me in like a glass of cool water as I walked toward the table he sat.

Andy’s wet pink lips parted as his eyes watched me like a predator watching his prey. I noticed the way his eyes slowly raked down from my head to the tips of my toes like he did last night. Then his eyes quickly flicked up and stared at my thighs for ten seconds too long. Apparently, my thick quads were his weakness. I pretended to flash him an innocent smile as I stepped closer to the table. From the bob of his Adam’s apple, I knew he gulped.

I bit back a laugh. Hook, line, and sinker.

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