Page 46 of Forbidden Desires

“I don’t care. We don’t need it. I’m on the pill.” Her eyes beg me to give in to her.

I still for a second. Is she serious or just in a lust-induced haze and not thinking straight? I know I’m clean. She’s the only girl I’ve slept with in so long. “Are you sure?” I ask more seriously.

“I don’t want anything between us, please, Brody. I need this.” She moves off my lap, throwing a leg over each side of me, her soaking-wet pussy sliding up and down my rock-hard shaft.

A shudder runs over my body. I can’t wait much longer myself. I stare at her, making sure her eyes meet mine. “If you’re sure.”

She nods.

“I’ve punished you enough. But you don’t cum until I tell you to. Understand?”

She nods again. “Yes, anything, just fuck me.”

I reposition myself so she can slide down onto me. We both let out a breathy moan as she does. She’s tight and wet and feels unbelievably hot, her pussy squeezing around me like a vice. She rocks back and forth over me. “Go slow,” I warn her, taking her waist in my hands so I can control the pace. As she slows, I slide my hands down to her ass, pulling her onto me in slow deep thrusts. Her soft cries and pants ofyesandmorefill the quiet morning air. I take her lips with mine, kissing her as she rides me, our bodies moving together as one. “Play with your clit.”

I let her take over, sliding a hand to her sensitive nub, rubbing her finger back and forth. “You’re going to cum all over my cock for me, aren’t you, Giselle.”

“Yes, Brody.”

“Now, show me how badly you needed me.” I apply a little more pressure, and it tips her over the edge. Her tight pussy clamps around me as she rides the wave of her orgasm. She calls my name, and it’s the most perfect thing I have heard from her lips. A call that tells me I’m hers and she is mine. I grip her ass again and don’t stop moving until I’m whispering her name as I find my own release.

She clings to me, kissing me slower this time. We stay like this for a while, neither of us wanting to move. I can feel her erratic heartbeat, and something about having our chests so close that I can feel her as she takes each breath makes what we just did feel even more intimate. I’m fucking obsessed with this girl.

After a while she reluctantly stands, fixing up her skirt, and I do up my pants then scoop her up and carry her back inside with me. She’s sleepy and adorable. Idrop my mouth to her ear. “I’m not done with you yet, sweet pea,” I tell her as I take her to bed.

Hours pass with us tangling up the sheets, and we lie in bed till the sun goes down in the sky and I know I’m going to have to let her go home. Today was unexpected but better than I could have imagined. She’s a goddess, and I worshiped her in every way imaginable.

Her phone buzzes again on the side table. She’s been hitting silence for the last half-hour every time it’s rung. I glance over to see who it is this time and Paisley’s name lights up the screen. “She’s not going to give up,” I tell her, passing her the phone.

She sends her friend off a quick text. “It’s probably time I go home.” She sighs reluctantly then wraps her arms around my bare chest, holding me close.

I smell her hair, kissing her forehead. “You could stay here another night,” I suggest, surprising myself at how clingy I sound, but I have waited weeks to have her here with me. I’m reluctant to let her go so easily now that she is finally in my bed.

She pulls back from me and throws me a sassy look of disapproval. “And turn up to work in your T-shirt tomorrow? Somehow, I think it won’t go down well. Besides, Paisley is frantic to know I’m okay. I think she feels bad about last night.”

“She should,” I grumble, still not happy with Paisley for putting her in such a dangerous situation.

She sits up in bed, tucking her knees up to her chest, the sheet wrapped around her. Her eyes search mine. “Are you going to fire me?” She winces.

I raise a brow in question, wondering why she’s worried about losing her job. “Why do you ask?”

She motions to the messy sheets as if the reason is obvious.

I sigh, knowing I need to deal with the reality of this situation now. All day I’ve put it to the back burner, but what we did is risky, and I need a solution so I can keep her and the business. “It would make all this a lot easier if you weren’t working at The Alexander, but you’re incredible at your job, and I’m pretty sure Emerson would kill me if I even considered it. So, I’m going to have to come up with another solution.”

“We sneak around until you do?” She bites her lip, and I can see she’s worried about what this all means.

“We see each other but be very careful about where. If you’re up for it. But just so you know, this means no other fucker is getting his hands on you,” I add, a little madder than I intend to be. But I’m not over last night, and if Mason the fucker even tries to call her, I want to know about it.

A sassy smile plays on her lips as she considers me. She sits up, dressing into her discarded clothes while I watch her. “You’re laying a claim on me because you're jealous.”

I take her hand, staring right into her eyes. She’s so beautiful. “Insanely. I’m serious, Gisele. Tell Paisley to back off with setting you up. You’re mine now.”

She places a kiss to my lips. “What are you saying, you want to start something with me? This wasn’t just a quick fuck?”

I sit up and find my discarded shirt and jeans. “I’m saying I can’t stay away from you. And if there is a workaround here, I’ll find it. But for now, we need to keep whatever this is on the down low. Don’t tell thegirls. Paisley’s a gossip, and I can’t afford for Victor or Lana to find out.”

“I know she is.” She tilts her head. “Okay. But I get to see you again, like this?” She smiles in question.

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