Taking Flight, стр. 10
“Look at me, Chloe.” Fin grunts above me, his hips continuing to pummel me, the walls of my core beginning to tighten. “Look at me when we come.”
I blink my eyes open to find his staring down at me, so much darker than I’ve seen them before, his desire blazing. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” His hips thrust into me after each word, the next deeper than before, the last one sending me toppling over the edge. His name leaving my parted lips in a strangled breath as stars burst beneath lids I can no longer keep open.
“Fuck, yes!” His cock plunges into me once, twice, and then a final time as his release throbs against my clenching muscles, both of us panting as we cling to one another.
When we seem to have caught our breath, he moves, pulling me with him as he rolls onto his side. His length slides out of me with the movement, sending small aftershocks pulsating through my core. I squeeze my legs together, trying to extend the tingling sensation, already wanting more. His arm wraps me close, his heart thundering under my cheek as I drape across his chest. “Was that my signing bonus?” I giggle, high from the orgasm I just had.
His chest rumbles under my cheek, the vibrations when he speaks ticklish against my ear. “That was the pre-signing bonus.” He moves at lightning speed, rolling me over to trap my body under his, that gorgeous dimple tempting me as he looms over me. “Give me a half-hour and you’ll get a bonus so amazing, you’re going to wonder how you even had a second thought about working for me.”
I lift my head and capture his mouth in mine, nipping his lip playfully when I pull away. “I don’t work for you, remember?”
He presses another kiss against my mouth then smiles again. “So, you’re going to take the job?”
“I mean,” I laugh, slapping a hand over my face in resignation, “I don’t think I’m going to get perks like this anywhere else.”
“You bet your ass you won’t.” He chuckles, rolling again, adjusting me so that I’m straddling him. My long hair hangs between us as I lean down.
My expression grows serious. “This could be hard.”
He wiggles his hips under me. “Oh, believe me, it will be. Any second now.”
I deliver a playful slap to his chest. “I mean working together. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Only if we let it.” He sits up underneath me, aligning his chest with mine, a soft kiss falling against my lips before he continues. “As I said earlier, we really won’t see each other in the office unless we want to. We have completely separate responsibilities.”
I rest my forehead against his. “Good, because I think I’m going to want to keep doing this.”
“Good, because if I recall, I warned you that I’d be doing this to you more than once.” One side of his mouth quirks up in a smile before pressing against mine, his fingers digging into my ass as he grinds his growing length against my core.
“It’s good to know you keep your promises.” I say on a sigh, which quickly morphs into a moan when he tightens the grip he has on my waist to slide my center over his cock.
“Always.” He growls, capturing my mouth in a passionate kiss, sealing my decision to accept both the job and the sex, knowing in my heart that this is the start of something special.
Epilogue Into the Sunset
Six Months Later…
“Hey gorgeous.” His voice, deep and raspy, has me lifting my attention away from the press release I’m reviewing.
“Hey yourself.” My lips curve into a smile as I let my eyes trail up his finely covered frame. He’s wearing a tailored black suit, and a crisp white shirt accented with a red silk tie. I stare at the tie a moment, then swing my gaze up to his. “You wore the tie.”
“You said it matched your dress.” He shrugs, walking further into my office, shutting the door, crossing his arms as he leans back against it casually.
“You said you didn’t want to be too matchy-matchy.” I counter, rising to come around to the front of the desk, smoothing a hand down the strapless, red satin gown I’m wearing.
“I changed my mind.” He pushes off the door, his arms uncrossing as he closes the distance between us, wrapping them around my waist when he reaches me. “It’s Christmas. Half the staff are wearing red ties. Besides, a little matchy-matchy is okay.” He tilts his head, pressing his lips against mine in a tender kiss. “And no one is going to be looking at me when they see you in this dress anyway.”
“You like the dress?” I murmur, my lips against his as I steal another moment of pleasure from him.
“So much so, that if we stay here another second, I’m going to be taking it off of you.” He rocks his hips into mine demonstrating further proof of his approval, then releases me as he takes a step back. “And as much as I’d like that, my father won’t be pleased if I don’t at least make an appearance downstairs.”
I know he’s right, even though the idea of him taking me on my desk right now sounds perfect. Good thing he didn’t run his fingers up my dress. If he had discovered the lace garter I was wearing to hold up my stockings, any thoughts of his father surely would have gone to the way side. I sigh, nodding. “You’re right, of course.”
He chuckles, moving to cup my cheek before sealing his mouth over mine in another delicious kiss. “Don’t worry, we’ll pick this back up later on.”
“We better.” I groan, already damp in places I shouldn’t be just from his kisses. I