I lower against him, moaning as I swallow him up. There’s nothing between us, and it’s glorious. My eyes are shut and his grunt of pure pleasure rushes over me, goosebumps trailing on my flesh. God, he’s so thick, so long, so very perfect. I begin grinding my hips, back and forth, up and down, while his hands are exploring my chest, my neck, my breasts; his touch is everything. It’s all I need right now. And I like how he watches me now. There’re no barriers between us. All his shields are down. He’s looking over all of me, and he makes me feel sexy and beautiful. He makes me feel like I’m his in this moment. That I’m all that matters to him.
“Goddamn it, Taylor, you drive me fucking crazy,” he growls, low and deep. He grasps my nape, pulling me down, and brings my mouth to his. Slow, sensual kisses make me move my hips faster, taking him as deep as I can.
Oh my, I’m so wet, and I can hear the sucking sounds of our kisses and our lovemaking breaking through our soft moans. His throaty grunt tightens my belly when he’s pushing on my shoulders, sending me back, staring at me while I rock atop him, pleasuring him in ways he’s pleasured me. He tilts his chin back and closes his eyes, grabbing my hips, urging me to move faster. I want this to feel good, be the best he’s ever had.
When his eyes open again, I’m lost in the smolder in their depths, in the heat, the desire. I thrust faster now, as his hands move to my breasts, squeezing my nipples tight, flooding me with sensation. His lips part and heavy breaths pant from his throat. I like making him feel good. I want him to know how crazy he makes me, too.
I rock harder, giving him all I have to give, digging my fingernails into his chest.
“Fuck,” he grunts, slapping my ass before squeezing my bottom tight. “That’s fucking perfect.” His voice is low, eyes so intense.
I’m sure that’s enough to undo me, but then I learn I’m wrong when he grabs one breast, pinches one nipple tight. Slowly, his other hand dips low between my legs, his thumb circling my clit. I gasp and freeze, overwhelmed, as he gives the engorged bud a swirl.
“No, darlin’, keep fucking me,” he orders.
My mouth falls open and I grind my hips again, while he uses his finger to circle my clit, faster and faster, bringing me higher and higher. My back arches as his fingers tighten on my taut nipple, squeezing and releasing in the rhythm pulsating between my thighs.
And that’s all it takes.
I’m screaming, losing control. I can’t thrust. I’m shaking, quivering over him, light dancing beneath my closed eyes, as my body erupts in an explosion from head to toe. But he’s not stopping, he’s shifting my hips, faster and faster, while his fingers stroke my clit. I close my thighs, but then he opens them, punishing me more with faster strokes. I’m shrieking now, unable to do anything but welcome the searing pleasure. I’m bucking and jerking, soaking his cock, holding him so very tight. I quiver once and then can’t stop quivering, shaking violently against him.
When my mind returns, and my body jerks in sensation, I laugh quietly, opening my eyes, finding Darius giving a devilish smile.
“You had your turn,” he says. Before I can even think straight to understand what he’s going on about, he grasps my nape, pulling me down on top of him, staring intently at me. “Now it’s mine.” He pushes his hips up from underneath with fast, punishing thrusts.
And then that’s when Darius takes my soul and makes it his.
Chapter 15
Taylor
Bright and early on Tuesday morning, I hurry out of the elevator and enter Bennett, Inc., nervous about what will be waiting for me. I didn’t get a chance to look at the tabloids this morning to see if my face is splashed all over their covers.
Though, as I stride past the receptionist, my black heels quickly passing over the marble floors, I realize that Darius’s latest attempt to get the press off my tail has worked. Instead of the stares and whispers I expect to receive from Bennett employees, I’m given waves and smiles as I make my way down the hallway. Either people just don’t care, they don’t believe the story because they can’t see the bruises, or I’m yesterday’s news.
All good things, especially considering I have another interview today for the secretary position. Thinking of all the things I have to do today, I stop by the break room and grab a coffee before entering my office a few minutes later. I don’t even get the chance to sit down and enjoy the coffee before I realize I’m not alone.
I glance at the three people in my office, and the squabbling commences.
“Maria is spreading rumors about me.”
“No, I’m not,” says the tall blonde on the left, clearly Maria. “She’s telling lies.”
The man, who I met on my first day, Malcolm, is standing in the middle, arms crossed. “I’m not paid to deal with this. You are. Please deal with it,” he says to me.
“Sharon’s accusing me of spreading rumors,” says Maria, talking over Malcolm, “because she wants to cause trouble.”
I sigh and sip my coffee, waiting them out. Sadly, this is what comes with being the Manager of Human Resources. The bickering continues and I begin to catch some of it.
“She’s always saying bad things about me.”
“She’s just mad that I got a promotion.”
Malcolm sighs, pushing his black glasses up his nose. “Again, I’m not paid to deal with this.”
I restrain my chuckle. He looks so annoyed, exasperated, all at the same time. I wait for a pause and jump in. “Ladies.”
Three mouths instantly shut.