“There are definitely times when I’m glad I’m not a dude,” she said.
“I am very glad you’re not,” I joked, pulling her in for another heated kiss, my hand making its way up her inner thigh so that she squirmed against me. “Number one reason to hire a driver.” I laughed as Abby straddled my lap suddenly, grinding down against me.
She giggled but didn’t stop moving against me, her panties dragging along the tip of my still-clothed erection. I growled and looped a hand around the back of her neck, pulling her down toward me so we could continue sloppily making out. I barely noticed when we reached my house.
Finally, I released her. “Inside. Now,” I panted. Abby wasted no time in scrambling out of the car and waiting for me to lead the way.
I grabbed her the second we were in the foyer with the door shut behind us. I pinned her back against the wall, my fingers back between her legs, pushing her panties out of the way so that I could finger her open. There was no way I could make it upstairs with her right now. I felt like my whole body would combust if I didn’t get inside of her right now. And from the breathy moans that she was making, I was sure she was in complete agreement.
I unbuckled my slacks, freeing my prick from its confinement at long last, gasping when Abby reached down a hand between us so that she could tug me to full hardness. I scooped her up into my arms, pressing her back against the wall, and thrust into her.
Chapter 20
Abby
I GASPED AS DANIEL lifted me into his arms right there in the hall, driving his hard cock into my slick entrance. It was what the whole night had been working toward, really. When Daniel had suggested on Wednesday afternoon that we should go out for a fancy dinner on Friday evening to celebrate the end of the trial and the start of my good training toward one day becoming a CEO, I had hatched the plan to dress as nicely as I could.
I had enlisted Leanne’s help to find the perfect dress on Thursday evening after work. Her jaw had dropped when I’d walked out in this red number, and I knew that it was the perfect choice.
I’d actually been a little nervous putting it on for Daniel on Friday evening, though. Would he think that it was too slutty? Was I sending the wrong message? I knew that he was looking for someone who was smart, someone who wasn’t just another airheaded bimbo. But then again, he had seen me in my office clothes nearly every day since I had started working at McGregor Enterprises. He had seen me in jeans around the house. He had seen me in nicer dresses.
And he knew what he was getting into with me. I couldn’t possibly think I was sending the wrong message to him. Sometimes, I was sure that he knew me better than I even knew myself.
Now, as he rocked into me, I didn’t regret my choice of outfit at all. No, I had made the right choice. I had gotten him at least as turned on as he had gotten me. I didn’t know why I was so turned on by his presence across the table from me at dinner. He was just in another of his suits, this one definitely nice but not markedly different from what he wore around the office during the day. But he kept reaching across the table to touch my hand, laughing at the things I said about the challenges of work that week, and just making me feel so comfortable around him.
I loved him. That was all I could think about as I grinned stupidly over at him. And the thing was, I could tell he was thinking the same thing.
We were still on the same page at the moment, as he pressed me against the wall. I clung to his shoulders, using them to move my body as well, heat coiling in my belly as he continued to work my body in the way that only he seemed able to do.
I couldn’t get over how strong he was, or the fact that he was so effortlessly able to move my body like this, holding me up as though I was light as a feather. I could feel his muscles beneath the material of his jacket as I clung to him. I could barely believe we were like this, unable to keep our hands off each other, unable to make it past the foyer or out of our clothing before we fucked each other breathless.
It was exciting, it was wonderful, it was everything I could ever have wanted.
I gasped, pushing my palms back against the wall as my back arched. A tingle ran down my spine as he managed to hit that one incredible bundle of nerves inside of me, the one that made my blood sing. Between that and the way my panties were still pressed against my clit, giving me the perfect kind of friction as Daniel continued to rock into me, I was so close to the edge already, or maybe I had been for the entire night.
I sobbed as I came, but Daniel wasn’t done with me yet. He pulled me closer to him, carrying me toward the kitchen as I continued to gasp for air, not pulling out, his cock still twitching with impatience inside of me. He set me down on one of the high barstools and continued to slam into me with wild abandon as I held on for dear life.
I couldn’t tell if the waves of pleasure overwhelming me would ever end. It certainly felt like they wouldn’t. Each new thrust sent another pulse of heat through me, until my whole body felt raw with feeling, a pulsing livewire, all circuits shorted out with the amazing feeling of it all.
Daniel finally groaned, spilling inside of me, steadying himself against the countertop behind me, his face pressed sideways against my breast. “Fuck,” he said as he finally slumped toward me.
I laughed, giddy with the epic release. “You can say that again.” I sighed and shook my head, plucking at my dress, suddenly aware of the fact that I was still wearing it. And suddenly aware of just how much I wanted to go upstairs and tumble naked into bed with him, our normal routine. “So I take it you like the dress?”
Daniel laughed and shook his head, leaning in to kiss me chastely. “You look amazing,” he told me. He ran his fingers back through his mussed hair. “But now I’m exhausted.”
“Me too,” I admitted. “Bed?”
Daniel nodded, scooping me back into his arms and carrying me up the stairs as I giggled.
“So I did promise that when the trial was all done, I would take you somewhere where we could be alone,” he reminded me quietly as we lay there naked in the dark together.
I blinked and rolled around toward him, looking up at his face in the half-light of moonlight spilling in through the window. “I thought now that I’m your replacement around the office, though, we couldn’t both play hooky.”
Daniel shrugged. “I wasn’t suggesting we play hooky,” he said, grinning at me. “I was suggesting that we both clear our schedules in the near future. Where do you want to go?”
I bit my lower lip. “I don’t even know,” I lied. Where did I want to go to be alone with Daniel? Was he really suggesting that we take a trip together, or was he just teasing me?
“Sure you do,” Daniel said encouragingly. “Come on, where do you want to go? We can go anywhere in the world.”