“Don’t worry about it. Look, Catherine was happy. That’s all that matters. You know as much as anyone she didn’t want all the fuss, you hitting Katie gave Catherine the perfect wedding. I just wish you’d told me Katie was a problem. I could have had a word with her.
I pull myself away and look up at him.
“You're joking, right?”
He genuinely looks confused. Men!
“If you’d have said something to her, she would have been ten times worse. No, this is better all around.”
“Ok, just so you know I wasn’t giving you the job out of pity. I really think you’re the best person for the job. Hell, you should run the whole department. We will move forward together but Sara, I mean this, I swear. IF anyone starts anything with you, there are going to be consequences. That won’t be me giving you special treatment, that won't be me taking pity on you. That will be me taking charge of my company and yes I would do the same if it wasn't you in the job. I have an excellent team working for me and to be honest I know they won’t look down at you for what you did. I’m going to let Simon know, one, because you’ll be working together, and two, I want to know someone has your back. Not only that, but I’ve been overworking him and he’s been asking me to budget in some extra staff to help with his load, so I think he’ll be more than happy.”
“So I guess we're doing this then. Moving in. Working together. Well, technically, I’ll be working for you.”
“Sara I mean it. I do want us to be together completely.”
“Oh yeah. Well then, I look forward to your proposal.” I laugh.
God, I need a distraction after all that heavy talk.
I lift my t-shirt over my head and throw it at his head. I move to stand up. Totally planning on him following me.
“Not this time, you’re not. This time, I’m in charge.”
He pulls my head to his face and bites my lip.
“Mine.”
He pulls me, so I’m on his knee, straddling him like a cowboy would. My nipples start to pebble, and I can feel myself getting wet. It’s like he knows all the ways to get me from one to a hundred in seconds.
He bites my nipple.
“Mine,” and moves along to the other one.
“Mine.”
I groan. I’m so incredibly turned on right now, I could probably come in an instant. I bite my lip, trying to stop myself from crying out as he soothes his bites with his tongue, circling my nipples.
His fingers creep into my short shorts.
“Mine.”
He says for the last time and lies me down on the couch.
“These have to go.”
He smiles, pulling off my shorts and throwing them on the floor.
I look at his sweatpants again and see they’ve definitely developed a tent since I last looked. I groan again.
He’s killing me with this. He sees where I’m looking, and with no control at all, I lick my lips. He lifts my ass up, so I’m as on the edge of the couch as I can be, and puts my legs over each of his shoulders.
“This is mine too.”
Then in one firm, controlled stroke, he licks me and bites down on my clit. I know I’m wetter now as he pushes a finger into me. Still licking me.. I can’t breathe. I’m hanging on by the thinnest of nerves. This man knows what I need better than I do.
He lifts me up and then carries me into the bedroom. He throws me onto the bed and has the bedside drawer open in a second. The condom is ripped open and sheathed on his cock so quick I barely have time to process everything going on. He grabs hold of my ankles and we both laugh as he drags me to the edge of the bed.
“God, you are sexy as hell when you’re dripping wet for me.”