“I already crave you,” I breathe, closing my eyes and losing myself in him.
Right now, I’m sure I would willingly give up a lot of my favorite things—movies, girls’ nights out, even coffee—before I’d give up sex with Chad Force.
“Good. Now I want to hear you scream for me. I want to watch you flush for me. I want to see you come for me.”
His words provoke an answering ping low in my belly. He exploits my weakness by easing me up and lifting his head to suck my nipple deep as he settles a teasing touch over my pouting clit again. The sensations he heaps on me mingle and swell, tugging harder on the thread of my composure, unraveling it until I’m barely hanging on. Against him, I wriggle and writhe, trying to take him impossibly deeper.
His strokes grow longer, harsher. He’s unrelenting and unapologetic as he slams into me, colliding over and over until I’m sweating and burning and feel like I’m on the verge of dying wonderfully. Inside me, he distends as his grip on me turns rough and his thrusts turn downright savage.
“That’s it. I feel you. Hot. Tight. Fuck.” He plows into me again.
I’ll be sore later. I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
And I can’t remember ever feeling anything so dizzying and perfect.
“Chad. I can’t…hold”—I gasp as he hits the most sensitive spot deep inside me again—“back.”
“Don’t. Come with me. Now.”
Resisting him and his command is impossible, so I don’t even try. Instead, I let the pleasure roll over me as I rub and grind down on him. The scream that shoots from my throat doesn’t even sound human as the ecstasy explodes inside me, taking my sanity, my will to resist, and my heart.
Damn it. Somehow, in the span of hours, I fell for Chad Force. And as I wilt against his chest, breathing hard and trying to recover a normal heart rate, I already know I can’t stop and life will never be the same again.
Chad
What the hell just happened? One minute I was auditioning a new assistant—which I desperately need—and the next I tumbled her into bed. Now I think I’m losing my heart.
I’ll have to tread carefully. Savannah is ambitious. She would hate to be placated or coddled. Professionally, I need to let her spread her wings and prove her brilliance—preferably at Force Financial. But personally? She’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.
“Oh my god,” she pants.
I hold her close, still trying to recover my breath, too. “Yeah.”
A glance at Hades across the room, lounging with half-slitted eyes on the cozy chair near the fire, tells me he’s none too happy all the bouncing and noise drove him from the bed.
She sends me a satisfied, blue-eyed smile. “Amazing.”
I grin back. “Definitely fun.”
“Fun?” She sounds insulted. “That’s it?”
I try not to snicker. “Well, I don’t want to go overboard. Anything that’s fun costs at least eight dollars.”
“What the hell?”
I can’t hold back my laugh. “At least according to Eric Cartman.”
“Are you kidding me?” She rolls her eyes. “I would have thought the Chad Force was way too highbrow for South Park.”
“Nope. Now ‘respect mah authoriteh.’”
She dissolves into giggles. “Why do I get the feeling there’s never going to be a dull moment with you?”
“I’ll make sure there isn’t one, sweetheart.” I kiss her forehead, then her lips with a soft brush. “But you had other questions, so I’ll answer them. Hades came to me through my last mistress. He liked me more than he liked her—smart cat—so when I told her I no longer required or desired her, she left him behind.”
“Mistress?” Clearly, that gives her pause.
“I’ve never done the girlfriend thing. Negotiating an arrangement beneficial to both parties always suited me. No expectations. No feelings. No surprises. I work ridiculous hours and I’ve never had the time or inclination to worry about someone else’s emotional state. But I screwed up with you.”
“In what way?”
“In the past, I settled for women happy with a mere financial arrangement. But you’re ambitious, and I already know that’s not going to fly. I want more from you.” I caress her face. “For the first time in my life, I want something real.”
“I do, too. But I didn’t go into this thinking we’d have more than tonight.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yeah.”
Her soft admission fills me with relief. “Me, too.”
She grins. “I knew you were a smart man.”
“Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change.”
She sends me a dry stare. “I said you were smart. I didn’t say you were Stephen-Hawking smart.”
God, this woman makes me laugh and puts a smile on my face. “What does it say about you that you knew every quote I threw at you except Eric Cartman?”
“That I don’t listen to crap from a fictional elementary school kid from small-town Colorado, so that probably makes me smarter.”