“You don’t know anything about me.”
“No
t true,” he said, placing a hand on my hip. “I know your name, your age, that you worked three different jobs, speak French, know your wine, can play the piano, and dance. You like to sleep naked, and you enjoy fucking me as much as I enjoy fucking you. For only knowing you two days, I think that’s pretty damn good.”
“And what happens if you get tired of me? I’ll be out of my jobs and stuck working for the man who fucked me all over his penthouse.”
“Why do I have a feeling you’re going to be the one to walk away from me first?”
I leaned down and kissed his lips. “Because I am.”
“Then we won’t have anything to worry about. You set the terms, and when you’re ready to walk away, fine. Until then….” He flipped me on my back on the couch and hovered over me. “You belong to me.”
I placed a finger on his lips. “I will be your lover under the following conditions. First, don’t call me or need me for anything on Sundays.”
“You can have the entire weekend off if you want.”
“Second, I don’t share.”
“Isn’t that my line?”
I nodded. “It was so good, I recycled it.”
He kissed me. “Anything else?”
“Yes. Third, I don’t work for you.”
He frowned, and his eyebrows came together in confusion. “You just want to be my lover?”
“I don’t want to be on the payroll or anything. If you need my help or input, I will do my best to assist you. I could use a break from work. I’ll just say I’m on vacation.”
“What about the rights to any music you compose?”
I shrugged. “I doubt I’ll be making any more music. As for the rights to the song I came up with before, you can have them.”
“I get more and more confused every time I see you.”
“And that’s not all.” I didn’t want to make this into a thing, but it needed to be said. “Don’t ask me about my past. It’s not something I talk about, and if you try to force me, I’ll walk out.”
“Anything else?” He stared at me like he was trying to read between the lines.
“No, what about you? Any rules for you?”
He nodded. “Whenever possible, I want you here, preferably naked. I also want you to come to the office. There, clothing is still optional. I think I’ve found a muse in you.”
I grabbed his belt, undid it, and kissed up his chin. “I’d rather have you in me.”
Reaching into his pocket, I pulled out a condom and held it between my fingers. It didn’t stay there long. Kissing my neck, he gripped my thighs tightly. Spreading them, I held the couch with one hand and his shoulder with the other as he thrust hard into me. My back lifted off the couch, and my legs wrapped around his waist, holding on to him for dear life.
He bit my bottom lip and I grinned, matching his pace. I forced him to look at me, our lips hovering over each other, allowing us to breathe each other in.
Looking into his eyes, I said, “Faster.”
His nostrils flared, and he grabbed my wrists and held them over my head as he rammed himself deeper…harder…faster, over and over again.
“Yes! Like that!” I cried as my whole body shook, as he filled me. I curled my toes on his ass.
God, I could go on like this forever.