“Oh,” I groan, as his fingers flicker in me.
They’re just teasing my opening for now, but fuck does it feel amazing.
Then, dipping in a bit further, and a bit further, and… “Fuuuuuuuck,” I moan.
Nolan smirks. “There something else you want in there?”
As he finger-fucks my pussy nice and good, another wail falls out of me.
“That’s it,” he growls.
Next thing I know, his pants and briefs are on the ground and he’s edging his cock into me. Just teasing the opening.
It feels fucking amazing.
“Fuck you,” I moan.
“You want it?” he says, dipping it in slightly.
“Please,” I groan.
“Then have it,” he growls, shoving himself into me.
Pleasure explodes through me.
Oh fuck am I having it. All of it. Every inch of his perfect width and length.
My whole body trembles with it. My speech breaks down into monosyllables from it.
This man. This fucking man. What he does to me…
“Fuck yeah,” he growls, exhaling raggedly. “You, Sierra Hill…” He trails off, frowning.
My pussy clasps frantically at his cock and he moves in and out of me again. And again. And a-fucking-gain.
In and out. Deep and deeper. More and fucking more.
My climax explodes over me, but Nolan isn’t near done.
Turning me around so that I’m face-first on the desk, he fucks me some more. I wail into the unforgiving wood grain of my desk.
Being fucked here… on my desk… by my boss…
…And it feels fucking amazing.
As another climax rips through me and a scream throttles out of me, Nolan slaps a hand over my mouth. “I don’t want any interruptions.”
And with that, he fucks me harder than ever. Until I can’t think anymore, can hardly breathe. Until all I know, all I care about is the pulse of him, the in and out, the more upon more.
Until we’re clasped, coming together for the final time.
Chapter 9
Nolan
She screws with my head like a broken can-opener.
Her on my lap in my arms feels damn good. Damn right.
Almost as though if we just sat here smiling dopily at each other how we are, maybe fucked a couple more times, that would be the most worthwhile day I’ve had in a while.
I frown.
Clearly, I need to get up and do some real work.
“Guess what?” I say.
“What?” Sierra says.
“I think we’re going to get along just fine,” I say, giving her a little pat.
As I get up and start to pull on my briefs, she says, “What does that mean?”
I’m no expert on women, but any idiot could tell that that tone is bad news.
“Did you just hire me… for this?” she asks quietly, gaze drilling into me. “So that we’d…”
“No.” I let the khakis in my hand drop to the floor. Then I put on a playful pouty face. “Did you just say yes… for this?”
“Of course.” She rolls her eyes although she can’t hold back an amused giggle. “I only accept jobs from guys I’m attracted to.”
I manage a smile. “Glad I made the cut then.”
“Seriously, though,” she says, starting to put on her own clothes. “Is this going to make things weird now?”
“Not unless you want them to be.”
“Why would I want them to be?”
“I don’t know. Why are we still talking about this?”
Buttoning up her blouse, she pauses. For some reason, her face looks guilty. “There’s something you should know.”
“What—that was even better than you expected?” I joke.
“You’re not one for humbleness, are you?” she asks lightly.
I manage to look chagrined, and mean it. “I joke when I get nervous. Sue me.”
“You’re nervous?”
“Are you just going to leave me hanging here?” I say, to deflect her from what I just said.
“It’s about when we first met. Your phone.” She says the words in a flat voice, like stating the ingredients of tomato soup. “I went through it.”
Lounging on the wall, I stand up stick-straight. “What?”
“My friends hacked into it first—your finger code thing was easy, then we looked through some of your pictures.”
“That’s it?” I ask, my own voice flat and cool now.
Now she’s glaring at me, like I’m the one who went through her phone. “Oh yeah, we also stayed half a year in the tropics and charged it on the Visa card saved on your phone, almost forgot.” Smoothing her ruffled red-brown hair down, she gives her head a little shake. “Yeah, that’s it.”
“Oh, right.” I make for the door. “Good to know. Well, this was…” I open the door and walk out of it. “I’ll be seeing you.”
It’s only once I’m back in the restaurant part of the building that I scowl.
Maybe rushing out of there wasn’t the best thing to do, but I have no clue where my head is at.
All I know is, what she told me threw me for a loop. And not a good one.
Later in the day, I text her some more tips for the article she’s doing for us. I’m careful to stay away from her actual office.