that involved a retirement package. I never acknowledged his knack for picking the winning side. It was all just another reason to keep quiet about him to Mama, though.
Speaking of Mama.
“I can’t stay tonight.”
“Oh?”
I shivered as he brushed my hair away from the back of my neck and pressed a kiss there.
“No. I have shit to do in the morning. Closer to my place than here.”
“Okay.” His fingers trailed down my back, leaving a line of heat in their wake. Another shiver ran through me and I felt my nipples harden, pressing almost painfully against the mattress beneath me.
“Brandon.”
“Hmm?”
His lips found the space behind my ear that never failed to make me hiss in pleasure, and one hand kneaded my ass cheek with slow, almost lazy movements. I struggled to remember what I’d been going to say.
“Brandon,” I repeated, a little breathlessly. He nudged my legs apart further as he dragged his mouth across the side of my neck, stubble scraping against skin.
“Yeah, babe?”
And then one thick finger was inside me, expertly hooking to hit that spot so many others seemed to forget existed. My lower half arched up, closer to the source of my pleasure, and his responding chuckle vibrated against the shell of my ear.
“What were you going to say?” He stroked against that spot slowly, dragging his finger across it in a maddeningly gentle motion.
“Harder!” I gasped, pushing back against his hand.
“No.” He dragged the word out as he started to pull his finger free and I made a sound of protest. He didn’t reply to it as he moved behind me, hands latching on to my hips and lifting them, bringing me up onto my hands and knees.
I threw my head back and, seeing the invitation, he reached forward over me to wrap the locks around his fist. I hummed in approval.
“What were you going to say, Rosie?” He positioned himself at my entrance, pushing in only enough for me to feel his presence but not enough to satisfy the empty feeling I suddenly ached around.
“Fuck.”
He slipped in a little farther, but only just.
“That wasn’t it.”
“Well, that’s what I’m saying now.” I tried to force myself onto him but he used the hand gripping my hip to still me.
“Come on, babe. Think. You’d been about to say something. What was it?”
“If you don’t start moving, I will hurt you,” I snarled, only for it to turn into a shriek of pleasure when he slammed into me unexpectedly.
“That’s my sadist girl.”
And then he was off, pounding into me hard enough that my arms shook under the strain of holding myself up, the sounds of flesh striking flesh and his grunts the only noises we were capable of. Then he angled his hips just right, in that one certain way he seemed to know on instinct, and hit that spot again and I was soaring.
The noises that fell from my lips were a mixture of cries and moans and pleads and prayers, and through the haze that clouded my head as he refused to let me come down, I could just make out the sound of his.
When we collapsed into a sweaty heap sometime later, I’d completely forgot what I’d intended to say before. I forgot there had been a conversation to interrupt at all.
* * *
“What do you mean it was lost?”
The lady sitting across the desk from me—Annemarie, her nameplate said—didn’t so much as blink at my tone, leading me to believe I wasn’t the first person to screech between those fuzzy gray cubicle walls. Instead, she offered me a tight-lipped, fuchsia-stained smile. I wanted to tell her how bad the color looked on her. Cakey too. As if she had applied it with a frosting knife.
“I realize what an inconvenience this is—” she started before I cut her off.
“No, you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t undermine it with a word like
inconvenience.
” I took a ragged breath in an attempt to quiet the blood pounding in my ears, and shoved the hair away from my face roughly. I hadn’t done anything to tame it, hadn’t
Speaking of Mama.
“I can’t stay tonight.”
“Oh?”
I shivered as he brushed my hair away from the back of my neck and pressed a kiss there.
“No. I have shit to do in the morning. Closer to my place than here.”
“Okay.” His fingers trailed down my back, leaving a line of heat in their wake. Another shiver ran through me and I felt my nipples harden, pressing almost painfully against the mattress beneath me.
“Brandon.”
“Hmm?”
His lips found the space behind my ear that never failed to make me hiss in pleasure, and one hand kneaded my ass cheek with slow, almost lazy movements. I struggled to remember what I’d been going to say.
“Brandon,” I repeated, a little breathlessly. He nudged my legs apart further as he dragged his mouth across the side of my neck, stubble scraping against skin.
“Yeah, babe?”
And then one thick finger was inside me, expertly hooking to hit that spot so many others seemed to forget existed. My lower half arched up, closer to the source of my pleasure, and his responding chuckle vibrated against the shell of my ear.
“What were you going to say?” He stroked against that spot slowly, dragging his finger across it in a maddeningly gentle motion.
“Harder!” I gasped, pushing back against his hand.
“No.” He dragged the word out as he started to pull his finger free and I made a sound of protest. He didn’t reply to it as he moved behind me, hands latching on to my hips and lifting them, bringing me up onto my hands and knees.
I threw my head back and, seeing the invitation, he reached forward over me to wrap the locks around his fist. I hummed in approval.
“What were you going to say, Rosie?” He positioned himself at my entrance, pushing in only enough for me to feel his presence but not enough to satisfy the empty feeling I suddenly ached around.
“Fuck.”
He slipped in a little farther, but only just.
“That wasn’t it.”
“Well, that’s what I’m saying now.” I tried to force myself onto him but he used the hand gripping my hip to still me.
“Come on, babe. Think. You’d been about to say something. What was it?”
“If you don’t start moving, I will hurt you,” I snarled, only for it to turn into a shriek of pleasure when he slammed into me unexpectedly.
“That’s my sadist girl.”
And then he was off, pounding into me hard enough that my arms shook under the strain of holding myself up, the sounds of flesh striking flesh and his grunts the only noises we were capable of. Then he angled his hips just right, in that one certain way he seemed to know on instinct, and hit that spot again and I was soaring.
The noises that fell from my lips were a mixture of cries and moans and pleads and prayers, and through the haze that clouded my head as he refused to let me come down, I could just make out the sound of his.
When we collapsed into a sweaty heap sometime later, I’d completely forgot what I’d intended to say before. I forgot there had been a conversation to interrupt at all.
* * *
“What do you mean it was lost?”
The lady sitting across the desk from me—Annemarie, her nameplate said—didn’t so much as blink at my tone, leading me to believe I wasn’t the first person to screech between those fuzzy gray cubicle walls. Instead, she offered me a tight-lipped, fuchsia-stained smile. I wanted to tell her how bad the color looked on her. Cakey too. As if she had applied it with a frosting knife.
“I realize what an inconvenience this is—” she started before I cut her off.
“No, you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t undermine it with a word like
inconvenience.
” I took a ragged breath in an attempt to quiet the blood pounding in my ears, and shoved the hair away from my face roughly. I hadn’t done anything to tame it, hadn’t
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