“I don’t know. I think so.”
With a growl, he bit my inner arm, my neck, then my breasts. I moaned each time. He grinned and impaled himself to the hilt, stirring his hips to put constant friction on that spot inside, while his pelvis pressed against my clit.
“A part of you likes it rough. Likes the challenge.” He kissed my lips quickly.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I can’t wait. I’m going to…”
“To what?” He pulled all the way out, only to thrust hard back inside. “You’re going to what? Say it.”
“I’m going to…come,” I whispered the last word.
“And who is going to make this tight pussy come?”
“You, you are, Jack. Please.”
He surged deep, and did that stirring thing again, only slower this time. “Beg me. Tell me you’re sorry for trying to take control, and beg me to let you come.”
Slow.
So…Slow…
He kept me so close to the edge of falling into a wild orgasm it was almost painful.
“I’m sorry for trying to take control. Please.” The last word was a sob, I was so desperate. “Please, please, allow me to come.”
There was that word again: allow.
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p; It trigged something in both of us, because his body tensed and so did mine. He moved faster. Grinding down on my core and hitting every nerve perfectly, so that I spiraled over the edge as the most intense, earthshattering release overtook me.
“Fuck, Lana, I feel you. Keep going. You wanted more, didn’t you?” His breaths were coming faster, harder. “So do I. Keep coming. I want to feel you grip me.”
He pounded harder, but stayed deep, never retreated too far from my body. I cried out to the ceiling, and it was everything I could do to keep my eyes open, because I wanted to slide them shut and scream with ecstasy.
Instead, I looked at him. Lost myself in those deep dark eyes and pushed my body though another orgasm.
I whimpered. The intensity was too much for my sensitive flesh to bear, and it just kept going.
“Good,” he rasped and kissed me.
His cock shot harder and his whole body shivered, then tensed. I knew he had a condom on, but I felt the jolt of his release rock my entire body, just as it did his, carrying out wave after wave of pleasure.
He collapsed on top of me, the grip on my wrists loosening. His head lay on my breasts, as both our chests rose and fell on heavy breaths. I looked at the ceiling once more—at the picture that was Jack and I. Two tangled bodies lying on a cloud of sheets. I did the only thing that felt natural: I stroked his hair and wondered if I’d ever be the same again.
Chapter Ten
As I made my way to my cubicle, I kept my head down, mostly because I was certain there was a blaring sign flashing across it that said: I had sex last night.
And technically, I had sex with the boss. Hot, wild crazy sex that I didn’t even know I could handle, much less enjoy.
But I did.
I was a little sore, and understood why, but whenever I replayed last night, not a single part of it was negative. Maybe I could beat back the past with new experiences. Some kind of desperation came out in me last night. Maybe because I believed Jack when he said he wouldn’t hurt me.
A part of me was uncertain, new to this experience, and was eager to talk about it with my best friend. But, once again, Harper’s schedule conflicted with mine, and when I snuck in late last night, she was already in bed. I needed to talk to her badly. Because, while I didn’t want anyone to know I was dating Jack, I didn’t know how to process everything that had happened over the past couple of days, much less the past couple of weeks.
When I got to my desk, I saw a gigantic vase of gray flowers. Not gray as in dead, but the color gray. I’d never seen such flowers before. They reminded me of Jack’s bedroom. Everything ranging from lilies to daisies to dahlias¸ were all gray. But in the middle of all those, was one perfect white rose.