For quite some time, none of us said a word, our quickened breaths coming out harshly. He put me down on my feet, but he didn’t let go of me, for which I was grateful, since I wasn’t sure I would actually be able to stand. My legs felt extremely weak.
After he disposed the condom, he pulled me with him to the bed and laid down next to me, observing me with an unusual softness in his eyes.
“How do you feel?” he asked, stroking my hair.
“Amazing. You really have your way with women, Merritt Dawson.”
“You think?” He nipped my lower lip and sucked it into his mouth, letting his hands trace my waist delicately. “So are you still not interested in me?” he asked, referring to my statement from the bar, even though he knew very well how I felt in this moment.
“How about you ask me that after round two?” I asked boldly. Even now, after that great sex we’d just had, I still wanted him.
It seemed that he felt the same, since a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes, followed by a super sexy smirk. “You don’t have to say it again, sweetheart. I plan to fuck you again. And again. And again.”
With that, he picked me up and took me to the shower. He stayed true to his words, fucking me in the shower, then on the bed again, then on the floor, doing things to me that were much, much better than any fantasy I could imagine.
And now I was addicted to him.
This was why I didn’t mix business with pleasure.
6
Camilla
Two days had passed since that hotel room, and I was still stuck on Merritt. Who would have thought he was that good? The steamy moments we’d had were on repeat in my mind, and I even dreamed about him last night, waking up all wet and so turned on that I had to touch myself and get the release I needed.
We got out of the hotel room only later that night, and he promised he would call me when he found me a job.
I was in the middle of yet another reverie, at my internship, when Sierra called me.
“Hey, girl!”
“Hi! Wait a sec.”
I stood up from my desk and scurried to the nearest empty hallway. There wasn’t much work for me to do today, so I had spent the last hour filing my nails and zoning out as I waited for the time to pass. Being an intern at this firm sucked, and I felt like I was wasting my time here.
I stopped in a far-away corner. “I’m at work, and I can’t talk in my office.”
“Gotcha. How’s it going?”
I sighed, a frown tugging at my lips. “It’s tedious. I have no idea what I’m doing here, Sierra. But this is the best I can do at the moment.” That would change pretty soon.
“So, are you going to tell me?” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“What do you mean?”
“About you and Merritt! I heard you looked pretty close in the restaurant two days ago.”
I let out a small gasp. “How do you know about that?”
“I already told you that my cousin, Becky, is an intern in your firm. She was attending that lunch too.”
I almost groaned. Just great.
For some reason, I wanted to keep Merritt and my “meeting” in the hotel room private. I didn’t want to go into details of what was going on between Merritt and me.
“Did you screw him?” she asked before I could say anything.
“Sierra!”