Page 20 of At Your Service
“I’m ready for good,” she said and nodded her agreement before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as desire and anticipation gripped her throat.
He didn’t lie. He thrust into her in one fast, deep stroke that almost sent her soaring over the couch. But she’d planted her feet on the floor and clenched the cushion in her fingers. She did gasp as her body stretched and acclimated to his presence.
“My fiancée,” he said as he pulled out slightly and thrust back in. “You’re my fiancée.”
He pumped fast, in and out, until she was breathless, full and so wet her essence dripped down to her inner thighs.
“Fiancé,” she whispered. “You’re my fiancé.”
They were trying to convince each other and themselves. Taking the charade they’d agreed upon to a level neither of them had anticipated.
“Mine,” he groaned.
“Mine!” she screamed when his hand came around to toy with her clit as he continued to pump into her.
Hard and fast and damn delicious, that’s what this was. Fake engagements, contracts for app usage, bumping into him in the hallway, showing him her waist beads—none of it mattered. Not in these seconds, because there was only this. Only the pleasure that was soaring through her.
When her legs were through shaking, he eased out of her, maneuvering them until this time he sat and she straddled his lap. He ran his fingers over the beads again as she settled onto his length.
“These are driving me crazy. Do you wear them all the time?”
She sighed at the sensation of him filling her once more and circled her hips until his balls pressed against her wet lips. “Mmm-hmm,” she replied.
“All day. Every day.” He talked while he pumped and she gripped her breasts, kneading them as pleasure built inside her once more.
“Let them go,” he told her. “I want to see them bounce.”
She did as he requested and clamped her hands onto his shoulders, bracing herself as his thrusts increased. She matched his movements, riding him until the sound of their joining echoed in the air. He leaned in until the movement of her breasts could slap against his cheeks.
“So good,” he mumbled. “So damn good.”
“Yes!” she yelled when she knew another release was imminent. “Yes!”
“Yes, so...damn...good.” He held her close, his face buried so thoroughly between her breasts she wondered if he could breathe. She came at the exact moment her thighs trembled around him once more.
She wasn’t his.
This was an arrangement; one designed for their mutual benefit. And since it was a business agreement, there should have been boundaries. Lines that they would not cross. Things they would not do that could interfere with the goals they’d each set.
An hour after leaving her hotel, Major rested his elbows on the desk in his home office and dropped his head with a heavy sigh. He’d messed up big-time.
But he could fix it before his slip endangered the arrangement. The last thing he wanted was for Nina to think he was taking advantage of their business deal, using it as an opportunity to have sex with her. So, he sat straighter in the chair and put his fingers on the keyboard. Nina’s email address was already typed and now he added the subject line:GUIDELINES.
He shook his head and pressed the backspace button. Then he typed again:RULES.
No, that wasn’t going to work, so he deleted that, too.
In all his years, he’d never had to type an email like this. He’d also never left a woman almost immediately after having sex with her.
“I’ll see you in the office at ten,” he’d said after coming out of the bathroom.
She’d been sitting on the couch. While he’d been in the bathroom, she must have gone into the bedroom to grab her robe because it was belted tightly at her waist as she sat with her hands in her lap.
“Right,” she’d replied. “I received the email adding that to the itinerary.”
“Good. Okay. Well then, good night.” The words had come in a clipped tone and he’d walked out of her hotel room, closing the door soundly behind him.
Now he was at his desk, preparing to tell her that what had happened would never happen again. Via email. It struck him then that this might be a tad immature, or perhaps even unnecessary. What if she was having the same never-again conversation with herself right at this moment? What if...he’d really messed up. It never occurred to him that sex with her would be so...so fantastic and intense and, damn, he’d messed up bad. Yeah, he was definitely sending her an email because in person this might turn into a discussion and the boundaries he needed to set for his own sanity weren’t up for negotiation.
