Page 61 of Executive Benefits

“I’ll ask you again after,” I said. My mouth crashed into hers as I lifted her up and over top of my lap. Her lips didn’t leave mine. Our tongues thrashed around each other, and my desperation for her had me ripping at her panties while she tore at my coat.

She yanked the chef’s coat open. Buttons flew through the air, bouncing over the tabletop and onto the floor.

The fabric of her panties fell from her hips. I tried to remind myself to pick them up after, but when my hand touched her naked ass, any other thought evaporated from my mind.

Her pussy hovered right over my dick, which was still stuck in my pants.

Julia slipped my shirt off while I hurried to get my pants unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped.

I lifted my hips, brushing against her inner thighs while I did so.

She moaned, wiggling her hips over me.

I shimmied the pants down past my hips and held my cock straight for her to sit down on.

And she slid down on top of me.

The intensity radiating over my shaft from not being inside Julia for so long was almost enough to make me burst.

“Hold on,” I whispered, placing my hands on either side of her cheeks. She sank onto me slower, pressing into me deeper, and we groaned together with the feeling. I dug my fingers into her hair and pulled her mouth to mine.

She flipped her head back, and I kissed up the line of her neck, running my tongue under her jaw and sucking at the spot I knew she liked. Her hips rocked with the sensation, and electricity shot down my shaft and my hands dropped away from her face, snapping to her hips.

I thrust up into her, and she fell forward, grinding down on my dick, speeding up the urgency of our lovemaking.

I lay back and let her go, watching her writhe over me, and tried to hold my shit together until she found pleasure.

Everything she was delivering to me was nothing short of a damn miracle that she forgave me. “I can’t wait to fuck you on the bar, in the kitchen, on every single one of these damn tables,” I said as her walls spasmed around my cock.

My hands squeezed her hips, and I took control, fucking up into her as she rode me, and her body went rigid. The scream she let loose rose through the restaurant and echoed off the walls. I kept going, stretching out her orgasm as long as I could until her body started to collapse over mine.

I hit the final spot I needed and shot up and inside her with a blast of white light shooting through my system. A roar ripped from my throat as she kept gyrating her hips over mine and rocked out a few more aftershocks as I released everything I had inside her.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the smile she gave me as she leaned over. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said with a shaky voice.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I replied with a shudder. I pulled her into a hug instead of letting her pull away. The relief I had that she was going to forgive me finally washed over me, and tears sprang into my eyes.

“What?” she said, placing a hand on my jaw and running her thumb over my beard.

“I love you,” I said.

Her smile widened and she said, “I love you too.”

We christened every square inch we could throughout the bar, the dining room, the kitchen, and made our way back to the office once or twice. Finally, we made it back to her place.

When I woke up in the morning, she was in my arms, and I kicked myself for missing out on all that time with her because I was too much of a stubborn ass. My hands roamed over her body. And while we definitely celebrated several things throughout the night, I was really just enjoying the feel of her naked skin at that moment.

I dropped my head and kissed her neck. She hummed and blinked her eyes open. “Good morning,” she said through a stretch.

“Hello,” I said, leaning over and kissing her cheek. “Do you have stuff here to make breakfast?”

“Does cereal count?”

I laughed. “I guess, but I was thinking about actually making you breakfast.” My finger traced her nipple. It peaked and rose to a point, and I plucked at it. She rolled onto her back, running her fingers through my hair, and my lips met the stiff peak of her breast. I licked it, then bit it, encouraging it to tighten even more.

“Nick,” she purred.

“I like it when you say my name like that.” My hand engulfed her other breast and I picked my head up. “We could go out to breakfast,” I suggested.

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