God, her body was perfect. I couldn’t have stopped my hands from cupping her, marveling at the way her nipples instantly responded to my touch. She tugged at my shirt, and I followed her unspoken command, tossing it away. The payoff was her hands sliding down my chest to the button of my pants. I watched as she deftly worked the button and zipper, then glanced at her face, as she freed my cock from my boxers. Her eyes glazed over, and she had a hint of a satisfied smile. I meant to make her all the more satisfied.
I swore as she circled my cock with her delicate fingers, kneading my iron hard length. She licked her lips when she wiped the moisture off the tip with her thumb, and I nearly came in her hand.
“Jesus, Bailey,” I said, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her close for another kiss.
I enjoyed her handiwork as long as I could and then wrapped my arms around her and stood, carrying her toward my suite. All that time, I never gave a thought to the kids walking in on us, but at least now I could assure us some privacy. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist, nuzzling my neck, as I strode to the bedroom. She giggled as I dropped her onto the bed, her hands reaching for me.
My heart melted a little at how pretty she was, so sweet and eager. My cock bounced out in front of me, just as eager. I was barely beside her when her hand wrapped around me again.
Well, it was my turn, now. I smoothed my hand up her thigh, and she parted her legs for me to slide a finger under the edge of her shorts. She wriggled closer to me, opening her mouth to my tongue as I nudged her panties to the side and found her slick heat. I groaned at how wet she was, and she moaned as I circled her clit.
“No,” she said finally, startling me and nearly stopping my heart. But she only wanted her shorts off. “It’s not enough.” She yanked open the button and zipper and scooted them down her lithe legs.
I laughed delightedly and leaned across her body, dragging her panties down with my teeth. She ran her fingers through my hair, sighing happily. I was so turned on, I could barely see, but even more than that, I was having fun. And not a sliver of guilt.
The moment her pussy was in my sights, I buried my face between her thighs, dying for a taste of her. She arched against me, pulling at my hair. She could have torn it clean out of my scalp, and I wouldn’t have felt it. Not when I was sinking my tongue deep inside her, reveling in the sound of her moans.
Did I even remember how to please a woman? All I wanted was for Bailey to cry out my name in ecstasy. I let my senses take over, thrilling at the taste and feel of her pussy under my tongue, the tight heat of her when I pushed deep inside. Her thighs began to tremble and her body writhed. She grabbed my shoulders, and I gripped her hips, licking her until she was panting. I pressed my tongue hard against her clit, driving her to orgasm. My body needed it as much as she did.
“Will,” she said urgently, tugging at my hair. I pushed harder, held her tight.
“Do it, Bailey,” I said. “Come for me.” I circled her clit once more, and she finally let go with a wild cry, arching against me.
I let go of her hips and watched her, my cock throbbing painfully, but the look on her face was almost as much satisfaction as I needed. Almost.
I pulled myself up and wrapped her legs around my waist, yanking her close and centering my cock at her opening. All of a sudden, a thought hit me like a brick through a window.
“Damn it,” I said, horrified.
Her eyes flew open, and she reached for my chest. “What? Don’t stop. God damn it, don’t stop.”
Her uncharacteristic swearing made me laugh, but I was bereft. “I don’t have a condom.”
She reached between us and wrapped her hand around my cock, pushing it closer to where it so badly wanted to be.
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “I’m begging you not to stop.”
I was inside her before her plea was even fully spoken, and she cried out again as I thrust deep and hard into her tight heat. I lowered my head to lick her breast, and she pulled my face up for a kiss, driving her body with mine. Her hands roamed my sides and shoulders, her fingernails digging into my skin. Everything she did and every sound she made spurred me on. I was a wild man inside her.
“Will,” she moaned, blindly grabbing at me as she arched toward me, needy once again.
I was glad to give her what she wanted, on the verge of flying over the edge myself. I slid my hand between us and found her swollen clit and circled the slick nub until she called out my name again. I came inside her a moment later. The release and the way she clung to me freed something I didn’t know I’d had caged.
I collapsed against her, too overcome with emotion to say anything, too afraid I’d cry like a little baby. I didn’t know what was going on. Oh my God, was I happy? It almost hurt, but in the best possible way. I buried my face in her neck, and she rolled to the side, holding me close.
“That was so good,” she whispered.
I held her tighter. Yes, yes it was.
Chapter 10 - Bailey
I woke up with my cheek resting against Will’s strong chest, his arm cradling me to his side. I let myself lie there in a half-sleep daze for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of him while I relived our night together in my memory.
And what a night. I felt like a new woman thanks to him, since I didn’t believe I’d ever want to be intimate with a man again. Or at least not so soon. There was no way I could have resisted him, I was like a magnet to his steel. I had to suppress a grin, as I remembered how steely he was and glanced down at the sheet covering his body. I didn’t want to wake him and ruin this perfect moment, but I also wanted to burrow under there for another round. He was so tender and yet so commanding. He did whatever I wanted before I even asked, seeming to read my mind. My body had never responded to any man the way I responded to him. He was perfect…
That’s where I came crashing back to reality. Will wasn’t some man I met at the resort and had any chance of a relationship with. He wasn’t even a one night stand I could slink away from and never see again. He was my boss and this should never have happened. I slipped out from under his arm before I started squirming with regret. No, I could never regret it, it was too perfect. But it couldn’t happen again.
I wrapped myself in a towel to retrieve the clothes I had chucked off in the living room with no regard for the kids. It was a little after five in the morning, and I was grateful they weren’t up yet, or I’d have some explaining to do. Just another reason this couldn’t happen again, not when things were going so well with them.