Page 68 of Game Change

“Oh, God, yes,” she moans as I bite and pull it.

“Open your legs,” I say against her breast. I pop the nipple out of my mouth and blow on it. It pebbles right before my eyes. Her legs spread, and I kiss my way down, sucking and marking her skin along the way until I get to her spread-open pussy. I blow on it and she whimpers. I take her thighs and spread them further apart. I want to take my time and eat her until she comes on my face, but my dick wants her too much for that. I stroke her folds, and she’s soaked. I slide inside of her in one hard thrust.

“Uhhh,” she moans as I go deeper and faster. I take one of her breasts in my hand and squeeze it.

“You like that, Honeybee?” I ask after thrusting deeper inside of her. Her only response is to moan louder. The wind howls outside, and the branches scrape against the window. “You like that?” I ask again.

She doesn’t answer. She only whimpers, so I stop. Her eyes fly open, and I hold her stare. I stay inside of her but don’t move. She starts to grind underneath me, but I pin her down to the bed, making it impossible for her to move.

“Are you kidding?” she asks. She slaps my ass hard, but I still don’t move. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”

“Not unless you tell me you like it,” I say. I’m barely holding on. I’m one second from either coming or fucking her until she screams. She opens her mouth to speak, but I kiss her silent while I play with her nipple. That’s always her undoing, and I bet I can make her come just with nipple play, but I’m not feeling that generous tonight. I touch it, but not enough for her to climax.

She mumbles something into my mouth.

“What was that?” I ask, breaking the kiss.

“I like it. Don’t stop,” she says, so I start moving again. The faster I go, the louder she screams. She screams so loud, I’m sure that if not for the deafening howl of the wind, my neighbors would hear.

I wrap a hand around her throat and add a little pressure. “Shh,” I say, warning her, but she doesn’t heed it. She moans louder. I let go of her neck and put my hand between her legs to rub her clit. She sinks her head into the pillow and calls out my name repeatedly as she comes apart in my arms.

Her orgasm brings forth my own, and I unload inside of her. I kiss the side of her mouth and stroke her cheek while she comes. I whisper soothing words in her ear until she goes silent and still and then slide out of her but remain on top. She looks into my eyes, and there’s no anger or regret. She’s just calm. I slide off and turn to my side. She does the same, and we look at each other. She doesn’t say a word, but I run my finger between her breasts and down her stomach.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. She blushes and looks away. I grasp her chin, move closer, and kiss her full lips softly, and she kisses me back. “Can we call a truce, please?” I ask. “I don’t want to fight over the stupid job anymore. Let’s not talk about work for the rest of your time here.” And since the weather forecast predicts the snow will fall all day tomorrow, she will be here for days. “I want what we had on vacation and what we talked about having after. Like when I promised to find you, and you said you’d let me keep you if I did.”

She sighs and looks away, but she surprises me when she speaks. “You don’t think I wanted that too? You think it’s been easy on me?”

I slide my hand away from her stomach and put it on her hip. “I don’t know how you’ve felt because you haven’t told me. You’ve been too busy blaming me and making accusations.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do?”

“You could have trusted me and believed me. You could have talked to me.”

“And what would that have changed?” she asks. “Nothing. You’d still have the job, and you’d still be my boss.”

“Not nothing. We’ve wasted weeks fighting only for us to end up here tonight. I still want you. I want us.”

She closes her eyes as she gathers her thoughts. “I don’t see how it could ever work, Colin.”

“Why wouldn’t it? Because of work? So, what? We’re both architects who work at the same place. That’s all.”

“It’s more than that.”

“But that’s not my fault or yours. I’ve waited my entire life to have a connection like the one we have, and we shouldn’t pass it up because of work.”

“Colin,” she begins, “the last thing I need is to be perceived as someone who sleeps with the boss. It won’t impact your career, but it will mine.”

“I won’t let it.” She opens her mouth to argue, but I put my finger to her lips. “Let me show you what it can be like. Let’s be together while you’re here. You, me, and everything we talked about. If things didn’t go to hell before, you’d be here with me to ride out the storm. Let’s do that. Don’t fight me. No talking about work or Uncle Milton.”

“Or Heath,” she says.

Her words give me a glimmer of hope. “In that case, let’s add Ernestine to that list.” Her lips twitch, then she lets out a carefree giggle. “Oh my God, a laugh. Finally.” She snorts. “Come here,” I say, and she inches closer before resting her head on my chest. I intertwine our legs. “That’s more like it.”

“The truth is, I’m tired of fighting, Colin. I hate it.”

“Then stop fighting. And I hate it, too.”

“You’ll make me a latte in the morning?” she asks, and I nod. “Can I make breakfast since you made dinner?”

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