“I’m not wearing any panties.”
I groaned and picked her up. Her warm pussy rubbed against my dick, and I walked her over to my desk where I pushed a few things to the side and set her on it.
Dipping my fingers inside of her, I nearly whimpered when I felt how wet she was.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Charlie?”
She nodded.
“No romance?” I asked.
She shook her head. I couldn’t help the way it made my heart crack a little. I wanted to romance her. Shower her with the attention I knew she deserved. Was this all a game to her? Did all she want from me was my cock? Part of me was thrilled she wanted that much, but the bigger part of me wanted the full package with this woman. For now, I’d take what I could get.
Grabbing her hips, I pulled her to the edge of the desk, lined up my cock, and pushed hard and fast into her.
“Oh God!” she cried out.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, and I felt like a fucking asshole for being so rough with her.
“I’m more than okay.”
I moved slowly and our eyes met. Son of a bitch, she felt good. So damn good.
“Tucker,” she gasped.
My mouth crashed to hers and we lost ourselves in the kiss. When I pulled back, I still moved slowly. Leaning my forehead toward hers, I asked, “Tell me what you want from me, Charlie.”
I wasn’t asking about sex. I was asking her about us. What did she want from us? If she told me right now about the stupid-ass marriage thing, I’d tell her I’d marry her tomorrow.
But she didn’t.
Instead, a dark mask covered her face, and she smirked as she purred, “Sex. Lots and lots of sex.”
I smiled as I pulled out and pushed back into her—hard and fast. “I definitely can help with that.”
After fucking Charlie like she asked, and a few orgasms in the process, I lowered us both onto the ground and dragged in a few deep breaths.
“Shit, what in the hell was that?” Charlie asked between sucks of air.
“Sex. Lots and lots of sex.”
We both laughed.
“That was the best sex of my life,” Charlie said as she turned and looked at me.
All I could do was smile. I couldn’t admit the same thing to her. That would mean opening my heart to her again, and there was no way I was doing that. Not until she came clean with me.
“You look beautiful,” I whispered.
Her eyes softened. “Thank you.”
I stood and reached my hand out for her, helping her up. We both searched my office for our clothes and silently got dressed. We’d been in here for thirty minutes. I had fucked her on my desk, then up against the door, and finally made it to the floor where I slowed things down and brought out another orgasm from her before I finally lost my own control.
“What do we say we were doing in here?” she asked as she threw her hair up into a ponytail.
“I think the only thing they would believe is if we told them we were fighting.”