I was stuffed to the limit, and I didn’t just like it. I fuckinglovedit.
Denton tangled his fingers in my hair, gripping the strands near my scalp and forcing my head to tip back as he settled his muscled body over the back of mine. From behind, his knees pushed mine wider apart, giving him more clearance for his cock to root even deeper the next time he fucked me. It all felt so animalistic and uncivilized, and everything about it made me hotter, wetter. I’d never been so turned on in my entire life.
His mouth nuzzled near my ear, his breath heavy from his own exertion. “You are so fucking perfect,” he growled as he slowly withdrew his thick length then slammed back into my empty pussy, grinding his hips against mine to bury the head of his cock as deep as it could go.
I cried out from the all-consuming passion between us and let him unravel me. Claim me. And ultimately, own me.
“I love seeing you like this, all mine to fuck as I please,” he rasped huskily. “I love how you trust me so completely.”
With every hard, driving thrust into my body, the words spilled out of him.
He loved my trust in him.
He loved my submission.
He loved my body.
He loved how we moved together.
Somewhere in my muddied thoughts, as my climax barreled down my spine, I realized that he was telling me something more, that we weredefinitelypast just simple sexual experimentation. But I couldn’t untangle my emotions any further than that as I detonated with a bone-deep release that shattered me from the inside out, ripping a hoarse scream from my throat as my body spasmed around the cock planted deep inside me. I didn’t know I had that many nerve endings, and somehow, every single one sparked with electricity.
Denton shouted through his own orgasm as his body tensed and shuddered against my back, and his hips jerked hard against mine until he was completely spent.
We shivered and sighed as our bodies gradually relaxed into the mattress. He held me close and after a while he tugged me into a bath, where we cuddled and washed each other, exchanging gentle kisses and saying very little.
Even though there were so many things left unsaid.
* * *
“You are exceptionally happy lately,” Frankie informed me with a knowing smile. “That good mood just doesn’t quit.”
I laughed and waved away her comment. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh, come on.” She set her feather duster down and stared at me, brows arched. “You’re humming through your days, you made cookies for us twice this week—something’s up. Is it that hot guy who works for your dad? Denton?”
Classic Frankie and her refusal—or maybe it was complete inability—to sugarcoat anything. My cheeks reddened slightly as I thought about the afternoon before. After he took me to my limit with the sex toy, along with the raw passion and emotion that had been unleashed between us, I felt exposed and vulnerable with Denton in a way I had never felt with anyone. It was new and exhilarating, and I wanted to keep this precious thing to myself for just a little while longer.
“Just feeling great about everything right now,” I said, keeping the focus on business. “We’re about done with that proposal for Keisha, I’m looking at new retail spaces, and I feel like everything is falling into place with us.”
Frankie rolled her eyes. “Don’t try to skirt the issue. You’ve got it bad.”
“Yeah, it’s obvious,” Kresley chimed in, her head popping up from behind the display of accessories she was arranging. “Quit lying to us.”
I bit my lip and looked at them, knowing I could trust my best friends with the truth. “Things with Denton are intense,” I admitted with a sigh. “But it’s complicated.”
Kresley stood up and walked over to us. “If you care about each other, how complicated can it be?” she asked. “He’s not married, is he?”
I shook my head. “Divorced. And it’s complicated because he’s a bit older and he works with my dad. They’re really close friends, too. My dad would probably be livid if he found out that a guy his age was…uh, involved with his daughter.”
Something flashed in Frankie’s eyes, as if she were hiding a secret of her own, but disappeared almost as fast. Instead, she straightened and gave me a long look. “Are you guys committed or still just having wild sex?”
“We’ve never talked about it.” Once I said the words out loud, I could feel the remnants of my high from yesterday vanishing, and anxiety curdled in my gut instead. “I’m afraid to put it all out there and force him to make a decision.I’mafraid to make a decision. It feels like a big risk, and I’m still…”
“Still a little gun-shy after Lucas,” Kresley supplied.
I nodded my agreement, and she wound a comforting arm around my shoulders. A tear trickled out of my eye and I flicked it away. Not because of Lucas, but because of how big and overwhelming my feelings for Denton were starting to be. Or rather, already were. And I had no idea what to do about it.
“You have to lay it out with Denton,” Frankie said, her tone markedly softer. “There’s no resolution unless you tell him what’s bothering you. I’m sure he’s a good guy, but nobody is psychic. Maybe he’s waiting to hear what you want first.”