Page 31 of Now & Forever
Their first kiss was both tentative and intense. The kind of first kiss that left a permanent imprint on her mind. Even if she never saw James again, that single kiss held the power to make her pine for him every night for the rest of her life. Other men could come and go. She could marry some perfectly nice boy and live a comfortable life. But she would never, ever forget the kiss she stole in the office in the back of the bar. Not when the man smelled like the billions in his trust fund and slammed her against the wall like a fiend.
A gasp eked from her lips when James pushed her up the wall, his face in her breasts and her hands wrapping tightly around the back of his neck.
“How long have you been waiting for this, huh?” Gwen asked.
Her shirt ascended her torso. The plaid overshirt on her arms was soon on the floor. Even the t-shirt covering her sports bra was too much clothing for a man in a three-piece suit. “Since the first night I saw you in this bar,” James confessed.
That was one of the corniest things he could say, but Gwen wasn’t going to deny that she wanted to hear more corny words from James Merange. Somehow, he made them earnest. There was something about him that was inherently trustworthy. Not just for a playmate in the bedroom. For a future husband, if Gwen could ever believe it.
No way. I’m getting waaay ahead of myself!
“To be fair,” she said, his kisses on her bare stomach driving her mad, “I’ve been into you since you first walked into my bar, too.”
He slammed his mouth against hers. “I know,” he muttered.
Gwen didn’t usually do this, but when the moment called for having a quickie with a relative stranger in the back office of her place of employment… she wasn’t going to ignore her instincts. They had been good to her for most of her life. When her body whispered,“Go ahead and have some fun with him,”she was inclined to listen.
And enjoy herself.
While Gwen was familiar with men and their diverse bodies and ways of making love, she was still surprised to discover how different James was. It wasn’t only the tantalizing scent of his cologne and the natural odor beneath his clothes. Nor was it limited to the powerful kisses devouring her lips and the strong hands feeling up her shirt and squeezing her breasts. It was the breadth of his chest, the bite of his tongue, and the quiet grunts of disbelief that he could be with a woman likeher. Gwen didn’t feel like she was “giving in” to him. Nor was she indulging him. This was purely about their mutual attraction and fate dictating who she went out with for a while.
Maybe this wasn’t forever, but it wasn’t just a night, either. Gwen knew that the moment James groaned into her mouth and finished unzipping her jeans.
“Hold up, big boy,” she said with a grin against his cheek. “You better not be…”
She slid down the wall so he could rummage through his pockets. The urgency of his actions was almost adorable.He’s so eager to fuck me that he’s going to take twice as long looking through his belongings than if he calmed the hell down.She wanted to laugh, but that risked hurting his feelings. Gwen didn’t want that kind of negativity in the room. She wanted nothing but mirth and raw, sexual potency to guide her through these next five minutes.
“Oh, thank God.” James let out a sigh of relief when he finally found his wallet. Not because he cared about the cash and credit cards, but because he had a condom in there, andthatwas the most important thing in the world. “I was going to feel like a stupid jackass.”
“Aw.” Gwen welcomed him back into her arms. “You could still be a stupid jackass. Live your dreams.”
“My dreams include fucking you, if that’s okay.”
“Am I sending mixed signals or something? The only thing stopping you right now is your stamina.”
“I’ve gotplentyof stamina.”
Gwen grinned. “Prove it.”
Oh, he did.
They went for the proverbial quickie not only because Gwen had a limited amount of time before customers started showing up to the bar, but because it washot.The rush, the urgency, the incredible need for one another that they shared was enough to fell lesser humans, but Gwen and James embraced it as if they had nothing else to gain from this one-off tryst that could easily span the rest of their lives.
“Wow. You’re… wow.”
Gwen was too aroused to chastise James for his sudden lack of a vocabulary. Not when those were his fingers slipping inside of her and marveling at how wet she already was for him.Okay, maybe I had a head start because he’s so good looking.Having him slam her against the wall and go at her like a beast? Yeah, she was a little wet. Just a little.
James was prettywowhimself. All he showed her was the top few buttons of his shirt undone… and his cock.
She wanted to say something smart, something he would remember for the rest of his life every time he looked down and saw his cock in his hand. Yet Gwen was at a loss for words once she realized that this was happening. She was being a bad girl at work, and James was the bad boy she had chosen for a wild adventure.
So, maybe she wouldn’t use her words. Maybe she’d let her body do all the talking. Not like she was going anywhere with him pressed between her legs like that!
“Oh,hellyes!” Gwen cried when he slowly entered her, his breaths echoing in the small corner of the office, and her voice a stark reminder that what they were doing wasnaughty. If he wants naughty, I can give him naughty.Was it naughty to have a body that greedily welcomed him, even if their descent into sexual madness was ripe with friction and what came with discovering each other’s physical quirks for the first time? (Yes.) The moment James was all the way in, his breath consuming the soft flesh of her throat and his hands clenching her thighs, Gwen swore that this was meant to be.
All the way down to how he kissed her as he began to thrust.
Years later, when they had ample time to reflect upon the long, languid road of their relationship, Gwen would safely say that their first time having sex was“Perfect.”Someone watching them, however, may have begged to differ. Was it really perfect if she had to stop and ask him to readjust himself so he didn’t quite dig somuchinto the wrong corner of her pussy? How could it be perfect if he bruised her thighs because he didn’t think about how much strength he used to hold her up? Or what the hell was so perfect about the awkward sound coming out of Gwen’s mouth when James hit her favorite spot halfway through fucking her? She sounded like a mangled duck, for fuck’s sake! It was a miracle he didn’t pull out and ask if she were the Ugly Duckling instead of a swan princess!
