Arms wrap around my neck, and I slip my hands under her, lifting her ass so I can drive in harder. That last little bit that carries her over again, words and breath in my ear begging me for more.
My orgasm is so close, I’m not going to last. I can’t last. But Brooke is in my bed, and we have all night. Pleasure blasts through my body like a solar flare. I’m entirely in its grip. And I know immediately that this is something I won’t ever forget—and the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my fucking life.
I nearly collapse on top of Brooke, loving the feel of her breathing underneath me. I don’t pull out of her yet. Connected like this, I don’t want it to be over yet. After a week of office sex, she’s finally laid out in front of me like a feast. Pinning her arms to the bed, I kiss her. “Now that I have you in my bed, I’m going to memorize you.”
Brooke’s pussy squeezes me in response. I’m already hardening again. That’s what she does to me. Every part of me wants her. All the time. And I’m not sure what that means. It’s not something I’ve ever felt before. With anyone.
But tonight I’m not going to question it.
“Do you want the tour now?”
If she does want it, I’ll give it to her, though I say it mostly as a joke.
Reaching up, Brooke pulls my mouth down to hers. “There’s time for that later, right?”
“Absolutely.”
She grins. “Then I’m not fucking moving.”
“Good.” Exactly what I want to hear. Lowering my mouth to her skin, I start what I intend to be a very, very thorough exploration. “When I’m done with you, you’ll have come so many times that you’ll be shaking. And I won’t take no for an answer.”
Brooke shudders. “A good secretary never says no to an order, Sir.”
Smiling, I kiss her one more time, and then I get to work.
6
Brooke
I wake slowly, taking in the sunrise over L.A. through Malcolm’s massive windows. He’s asleep behind me, arm thrown over my hip and holding me against him. I could drown in this warmth forever.
He kept his promise last night and memorized me with his mouth and hands and cock. And by the time that he actually did get around to giving me a tour of the place, I could barely walk. And when he showed me the kitchen and realized that he has an incredible amount of bare countertops, he used those too.
I feel like I ran the world’s best marathon. Exhausted and blissed out. I’ll be sore for days and I won’t fucking care.
The soft sound of vibration comes from nearby, and I slowly move, leaning over the edge of the bed to reach my phone where it ended up last night. It means that Malcolm’s arm isn’t quite around me anymore, and I already miss it. The way he touches me…it’s unbelievable.
I used to think that people were joking when they talked about this kind of chemistry. That they were just high on life and in love and that it couldn’t possibly be that good. Holy hell was I wrong.
Now that I’m awake and he’s not, I can stare at some of the things in his room. Last night I hid the awe from him. Everything in this penthouse is sheer luxury. I don’t think I truly understood his wealth until last night. And just like the restaurant, I feel completely out of place.
The apartment I share with Amy is fine, but I wouldn’t call it nice by any means. And there are some months that I’ve scraped by to afford it. Many more days and weeks when I wondered if it was even a good idea for me to stay in L.A. because it’s so expensive. The job with Malcolm definitely helps—it’s a good salary. But how long is it going to last now that I’ve jumped into bed with him?
He leaped into action the moment I showed any discomfort. What would he do if I told him that in his home I felt like a visitor in a museum?
Chill out, Brooke.
It’s not nearly that bad. Besides, I’m an actor. I’m sure that I can get used to this, I just need to fake it until I make it. There isn’t anything else that I need to fake with Malcolm, that’s for sure.
I check my phone. It’s a text from Amy.
Hey, where are you?
Smirking at the screen, I reply.
I may have gone home with someone.
There’s an immediate response of an emoji that’s crying with laughter. Then,
Any good?
You could say that.
Another laughing face.
You’ll have to tell me about it later. But when are you going to be back? You have everything you need for the audition?
I check the time. It’s later than I thought, but I still have time. Especially if I don’t have to take the bus.