He left a void in me, and I hadn’t noticed it until he walked into his office.
And then it dawned on me we hadn’t talked enough. And I didn’t even know what his schedule was. All that relationship crap I had no need for.
Regardless, it is what it is, and I try to conceal my resentment. It’s not his fault. It’s mine for not being able to manage my expectations.
Our eyes meet again.
He must’ve noticed something new in my expression.
He runs his hand up my chest, cuffs the root of my neck, and pulls me toward his torso, forcing me to straighten my spine and push out my bottom.
He’s still grinding into me, my center still clenching, wet around him.
“What is it, baby…?” he asks, his eyes holding mine in the mirror.
I’d lie to say we don’t look hot together.
His shirt is open across his chest, highlighting his broad shoulders, chiseled neck, and the long veins crossing his forearms, his gaze diving into mine, reading my soul.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“It’s nothing,” I insist.
My words suggest there is something.
He thrusts hard into me, and I wince, unable to move.
His lips trail to my ear.
“Tell me…” he says quietly, his hot breath sliding over my earlobe, raising goosebumps on my arms, making my core pulse faster.
Head tilted back against his shoulder, I speak quietly.
“Two weeks is a long time…” I murmur. “And I didn’t realize it until you walked into the firm.”
He flashes a smile.
“That’s it?”
I grin while he enters me repeatedly.
“That… And I wish I knew you had landed.”
There. I said it.
A knowing smile floods his eyes.
He pushes it back quickly while tilting his head down and grazing the back of my neck with his teeth.
“I like you like that…” he says before sinking his teeth into my flesh.
I wince.
“It hurts…” I say.
“And you like it.”