Page 31 of The Marriage Bid
“What.”
Thrust. “You know what I mean.”
“No.”
I stopped.
“Tyler, please.”
“Say. It.”
“Fuck. You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“Good girl.” I began thrusting again, and after two strokes, she came apart. Her pussy milked my cock as she convulsed, almost pushing my dick out. But I held her steady, and soon after came just as hard. We both collapsed onto the floor. Our limbs a tangled heap.
“I knew you never got over me.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” she said between gasps. “You’re just a body, that’s it. A dildo I used for relief.”
It stung. She meant it to sting, but I knew she was lying. “At least you want me. You can’t deny that.”
To prove it to her again, I got up and dragged her to the bedroom where I licked her pussy until she came again. Then we fucked until we both came again. Again and again until we were boneless, and it was the next morning. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I was awoken the next morning by Matt entering the suite.
“Morning. I have sent your schedule and everything you will be—” Matt froze as he stared. The pocket doors to the bedroom were wide open, and he could definitely see me and Saffron asleep amongst tangled sheets. Shocked, he dropped his tablet on the floor.
“You should learn to knock,” I croaked.
“Shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean…” he turned back and forth, like a robot glitching, and then ran out of the suite.
“Was that your assistant!” said Saffron, swinging up from the bed clutching the sheets.
“Yeah. He’s gone now; you don’t have to worry.” I glanced meaningfully at the sheets she was using to cover her body. The little rest I got last night was enough for me to want to go round… What was it? Round fourteen?
“I think I do! What if he tells everyone that you and I are… People are going to think I got the job because I’m sleeping with you!” She fell back down onto the bed and slammed her palm to her forehead.
“So? Who cares?” Saffron didn’t strike me as someone who cared what people thought about her.
“Of course you would say that. You’ve never had people doubt you. Or have people think you got a job because of your looks.”
Okay, maybe she was right on that account. “Stop freaking out.” I reached for my phone on my bedside and made a call to Matt.
“Dude.” I put him on speaker.
“Yes, sir!”
I almost chuckled. He’s never called me sir before. He sounded so scared shitless; if Saffron knew, she wouldn’t be so worried. “You didn’t see anything when you came here. Is that right?”
“Absolutely. I never even came to your floor.”
“Exactly. And if you tell anyone otherwise, you can say bye-bye to your career. Understood?”
“Perfectly, sir.”
“See?” I said to Saffron after I ended the call. “Nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah, but he’s going to start looking at me funny.”
I got out of bed. Any hope for another round was squashed. She was too agitated about being caught, and I doubted she would want to do it again. “Nah. Matt’s an alright kid. It should have been Richie who found us. Then he’d know not to mess with what’s mine.”
