It’s not just for him. It’s for both of us. We both need this. Especially after seeing Declan, I need a release just as much as Dean. I need to lose myself in him just as much as he needs to lose himself in me.
My stomach tightens with a familiar ache, my climax nearing by the second. Dean knows my body so well that he knows the signs and what I need. He slips his hand around to the front of my body, moves it between my legs, and finds my clit, rubbing it in sync with his forceful thrusts. That’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge and cry out my release, coming all over his hard cock still pumping into me, not giving me a chance to recover.
With a growl, he pulls out of me and leads me toward the floor-to-ceiling window, positioning me to stand in front of it, the city falling at our feet below.
His office is easily visible to the neighboring buildings. I bet if someone were to look close enough, we could be seen standing naked together in front of the fully exposed window. That thought alone is enough to send a chill down my spine. What would happen if we were to get caught? If someone in the building across from us were to notice?
A smirk pulls on my lips. The thought doesn’t stay with me long because with my next breath, Dean grips my hips and thrusts himself back inside me. Back where he belongs. Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, one hand wraps around my waist while the other laces with my fingers and rests against the cold glass of the window.
He thrusts into me from behind, fucking me so deeply and intensely that I can feel him in the depths of my cunt. My moans are uncontrolled and fall from my lips loudly. Our skin slaps together, our heavy breathing fogging up the window in front of us.
Dean fucks me as hard and deeply as he possibly can. I don’t stand a chance with him and his perfect cock. The hand laced with mine moves down my body to settle between my legs as he begins rubbing my sensitive clit. Using the hand that’s wrapped around me, he grabs a handful of my tit, flicking and pinching my hard nipple.
His skilled fingers rub over my clit, eliciting cries of pleasure from me while he plays me like an instrument. My mouth is dry from hanging open and my nonstop moans. My body feels as if I’ve been set on fire. Sex with Dean is the most incredible sex that I’ve ever had in my entire life. He’s a fucking sex god.
A second orgasm racks through my body, leaving me shaking and ready to collapse. His strong arms wrap around me, holding me up; my legs are shaky and nearly useless to support my weight. My head falls back onto his shoulder. He turns his head and presses a kiss to my exposed throat, not losing a beat.
“God, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me,” he rasps in my ear, his voice deep and husky, laced with lust. As if my body needed the reassurance, my cunt squeezes his pulsing cock, tightening around him in a vice grip. My eyes roll in the back of my head, and I go temporarily blind when another climax comes crashing over my body. By now, Dean is using me for his own personal pleasure, and I don’t even care. I’ll give him anything he needs for as long as I can.
By the time Dean stills and roars his release, filling my pussy with his warm cum, I've lost count of how many orgasms I had. He has fucked me all over his office. We’ve fucked on the sectional, his desk, against the window, the coffee table, and we’ve ended up on the floor near his desk where we now lie in a boneless pile of flesh. This man is a goddamn sex machine that never tires.
I struggled to continue allowing him to give me orgasm after orgasm. The orgasms were starting to become the perfect ratio of pain and pleasure. I'm exhausted, my body weak, and we are both covered in sweat from head to toe. Both of us sticky from sweat and bodily fluid.
We lie naked on the floor, Dean on his back and me beside him with my head on his washboard abs. The fingers of his left hand are tangled in my hair while his right arm rests behind his head. We stay here in comfortable silence, neither of us feeling the need to say anything. I’m too sedated from dick to speak or even think straight. The air is hot and heavy, and the entire office smells of sex and sweat.
There’s no telling how long we’ve been at it, so I can only hope that his assistant is still away on her lunch hour, or else I’m sure the poor lady has been able to hear us. Surely his office isn’t soundproof, and I haven’t been quiet whatsoever.
“In a perfect world, you’d be mine. That would be my ring on your finger, and you’d be coming home to me at the end of the day. Guess we don’t always get what we want.” Dean cuts through the silence, his words a whisper that I can barely hear over the sound of my racing heart. “Some people are put into our lives to simply tease us. To serve as a reminder of what we can never have.” I’m too out of it to register what he’s implying or question his train of thought. Instead of asking him what he means or what he’s thinking, I remain silent.
A ringing sound pierces the air and steals our moment, forcing us back into reality. Despite the phone ringing, I would’ve been content to ignore it and continue lying here, but Dean shifts me off his body and stands. He grabs his briefs from the floor and pulls them on, grabbing his cellphone from his desk, a pained look crossing his face as he looks down at the device.
I take a moment to study him. His dark hair is messy and sticking up in places, his chest sparkles with a light coat of sweat, his posture is rigid, and his shoulders are tight with tension despite having just had sex multiple times. Something is on his mind, but he’s not in the mood to discuss whatever it is. Still, that doesn’t stop me from prying. So, I ask anyway.
“What’s going on, Dean? There’s something on your mind, and there’s a reason you haven’t returned any of my calls or texts.” I stand, grab my clothing from the floor, and dress.
“Nothing, everything is fine. As I said, I’ve been busy.” His guard is up. He’s hiding something from me. I’ve never been the type to force someone into talking when they’re not ready to, so I don’t push him. When he’s ready to speak to me about whatever is on his mind, I know he will. I’ll take it at his pace and hope he opens up to me soon.
With a sigh, I say, “Let’s go to the lighthouse tomorrow night. There’s something I want to tell you.” He doesn’t know that Declan and I are getting a divorce, and I plan to share that news with him tomorrow. Hopefully it’ll encourage him to open up about whatever is on his mind.
He opens his mouth to likely give me a lame-ass excuse, but I hold up my hand, shaking my head. “Don’t say no, don’t say you’re busy. Just say okay and meet me there at six.”
His shoulders slump in defeat. “Okay, Camille. I will meet you there tomorrow at six.”
“Good. Bring dinner too.” With a smug look, I walk off to his office bathroom to wash my face before leaving. His assistant likely heard us, but she doesn’t need to see me completely disheveled.
After splashing some water on my face and attempting to fix my hair, I exit the bathroom and kiss Dean goodbye, making him promise to come to the lighthouse tomorrow. Luckily, when I leave his office, Marjorie’s desk is empty, so I don’t have to do the walk of shame after fucking her married boss.
From his office, I go straight to mine and finish my workday, all the while with a knot in my stomach telling me that something terrible is about to happen.
That everything is about to come crashing down.
THIRTY-SIX
NOW
Camille
After work, I drive straight over to my parents’ house. My mom had called me earlier to invite me over to dinner. I was hesitant about it, not wanting to face Spencer after our failed lunch date last week when I told her I was going to New York to ask Dec for a divorce, but Mom insisted and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Besides, if I declined, she’d be on my ass about it. Mom has always had a way of knowing when something is wrong with me, so instead of making an excuse and lying, I agreed.