headache.”
“You want something for it?” he said.
“No, because I don’t want to move.”
“Well, I hope you want to move a little bit. I’ll make it worth your while.”
His breath and dirty words wafted across her ear, sending a thrill down her spine. This was truly sex on a stick.
She rolled in his arms. “I’m sure I can be persuaded to move. Just a little.”
The devilish grin on his face spoke volumes. Then he kissed her. That kiss spoke of the evil and wonderful things he wanted to do to her body. Then he kissed her neck. Then in between her breasts. Then he lifted her shirt up and kissed her stomach.
His teeth snagged the top of her sweats, and he pulled them down to her thighs. He kissed right above her mound; then his tongue came out to play.
He licked her folds. “A is for arousal.” He licked again, his tongue lingering. The sensation had her paralyzed. “B is for booty.”
Was he going to say the whole alphabet?
He did. Three orgasms later he said, “Z is for zipper, which I love pulling down on you.”
“Now I can’t move.”
He slid back up her body as he chuckled. “I’ll do all the work.”
He fished into his nightstand then rolled the condom onto himself. Her headache was a distant memory. Her focus was now on his body and the smile he wore. Her body hummed.
Entering her in one quick motion, he stopped when he hit bottom. She loved the sensation of fullness he brought to her. Her hands found his arms, and she held onto them as his muscles bunched.
He set up a rhythm, slow and torturous, and she wasn’t sure she could do anything about it. He was in charge this morning. Her body reacted to his and she had no control. No control. Another feeling she never thought she’d like.
He nipped at her neck. Her breath hitched and she couldn’t catch it. There was so much going on at the same time. If he’d been doing something wrong, she couldn’t have corrected him, because she could no longer speak.
She could just hold on and enjoy the ride. And she did. She threw her head back as another orgasm built. Her body wound tighter and tighter as he increased his strokes.
Something coiled inside of her then exploded as he slammed into her, her orgasm clearly making him follow her over the edge. Then silence as he slumped onto her. Not his full weight, but she didn’t care.
She liked the hard planes of his body against hers.
“Damn,” he said.
He’d felt it too. There had been more this time. Something had changed between them. She wouldn’t say it, but this had been more than sex. More than just two bodies satisfying themselves.
Holy shit. This was supposed to be a job. Part of her wanted to run from him. Never see him again, because that would happen eventually. Instead she lay there and blinked back the tears.
By the time Dirk recovered, she had a smile on her face. The emotions had been pushed down. They were not for public consumption.
He rolled off of her, dropped the knotted condom in a trash can by the bed, then snugged her up against him.
And she felt safe again.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“Yes, but I can wait a few minutes.”
She needed that to get her equilibrium back. She could lay here with her back to him and find her center again. Dirk had knocked her off it, and she needed to get back there. This man was dangerous because he was not offering forever.
He was not Mr. Right. He was Mr. Right Now. She had to remember that or get her heart broken.
“You are thinking very deeply,” Dirk said.
“No, I’m just enjoying the afterglow.”
“Okay.”
Her body still hummed from the orgasms. The twitching had stopped, but she wasn’t sure she could stand anyway. If the place were on fire, she’d have to be carried out.
“I’m sorry about last night,” she said finally.
She had been unprofessional.
“No worries. If you don’t drink champagne regularly it can hit you when you least expect it.”
“Thanks for being understanding, and I’m
“You want something for it?” he said.
“No, because I don’t want to move.”
“Well, I hope you want to move a little bit. I’ll make it worth your while.”
His breath and dirty words wafted across her ear, sending a thrill down her spine. This was truly sex on a stick.
She rolled in his arms. “I’m sure I can be persuaded to move. Just a little.”
The devilish grin on his face spoke volumes. Then he kissed her. That kiss spoke of the evil and wonderful things he wanted to do to her body. Then he kissed her neck. Then in between her breasts. Then he lifted her shirt up and kissed her stomach.
His teeth snagged the top of her sweats, and he pulled them down to her thighs. He kissed right above her mound; then his tongue came out to play.
He licked her folds. “A is for arousal.” He licked again, his tongue lingering. The sensation had her paralyzed. “B is for booty.”
Was he going to say the whole alphabet?
He did. Three orgasms later he said, “Z is for zipper, which I love pulling down on you.”
“Now I can’t move.”
He slid back up her body as he chuckled. “I’ll do all the work.”
He fished into his nightstand then rolled the condom onto himself. Her headache was a distant memory. Her focus was now on his body and the smile he wore. Her body hummed.
Entering her in one quick motion, he stopped when he hit bottom. She loved the sensation of fullness he brought to her. Her hands found his arms, and she held onto them as his muscles bunched.
He set up a rhythm, slow and torturous, and she wasn’t sure she could do anything about it. He was in charge this morning. Her body reacted to his and she had no control. No control. Another feeling she never thought she’d like.
He nipped at her neck. Her breath hitched and she couldn’t catch it. There was so much going on at the same time. If he’d been doing something wrong, she couldn’t have corrected him, because she could no longer speak.
She could just hold on and enjoy the ride. And she did. She threw her head back as another orgasm built. Her body wound tighter and tighter as he increased his strokes.
Something coiled inside of her then exploded as he slammed into her, her orgasm clearly making him follow her over the edge. Then silence as he slumped onto her. Not his full weight, but she didn’t care.
She liked the hard planes of his body against hers.
“Damn,” he said.
He’d felt it too. There had been more this time. Something had changed between them. She wouldn’t say it, but this had been more than sex. More than just two bodies satisfying themselves.
Holy shit. This was supposed to be a job. Part of her wanted to run from him. Never see him again, because that would happen eventually. Instead she lay there and blinked back the tears.
By the time Dirk recovered, she had a smile on her face. The emotions had been pushed down. They were not for public consumption.
He rolled off of her, dropped the knotted condom in a trash can by the bed, then snugged her up against him.
And she felt safe again.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“Yes, but I can wait a few minutes.”
She needed that to get her equilibrium back. She could lay here with her back to him and find her center again. Dirk had knocked her off it, and she needed to get back there. This man was dangerous because he was not offering forever.
He was not Mr. Right. He was Mr. Right Now. She had to remember that or get her heart broken.
“You are thinking very deeply,” Dirk said.
“No, I’m just enjoying the afterglow.”
“Okay.”
Her body still hummed from the orgasms. The twitching had stopped, but she wasn’t sure she could stand anyway. If the place were on fire, she’d have to be carried out.
“I’m sorry about last night,” she said finally.
She had been unprofessional.
“No worries. If you don’t drink champagne regularly it can hit you when you least expect it.”
“Thanks for being understanding, and I’m
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