Once he’d gotten Ali moved in, Daniel had reached out to Peter and they’d discussed how Daniel wanted to proceed. He wasn’t allowing Grant Jacobson to get off with a slap on the wrist. He wanted to see that bastard’s entire life crumble around him.
One of the best things about the city was there was almost always a building nearby with a direct line of sight into another. It was only a matter of finding the right angle. And having the right equipment.
“You’re not doing anything illegal, right?” she asked.
“No.”
She nodded and cuddled closer.
He kissed the top of her head. “Good night, sweetheart.”
Ali hummed. “Good night.”
Two days later, Daniel came home from work to find Ali in the kitchen. He set his briefcase on the counter, grabbed her by the waist, and turned her to face him.
She circled her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
“Hmm.” He covered her lips with his, letting his tongue explore her mouth. She tasted like strawberries. He snaked his hand under her skirt and palmed her ass.
Ali moaned, the sound going straight to his cock.
Daniel broke the kiss long enough to switch off the burner before turning her to face the island. He placed his hand on her back and pushed her down so she was bent over the counter, her ass level with his waist.
Lifting her skirt, he ran his hands up her thighs to her panties. The smooth pink satin framed her cheeks.
He dipped his fingers between her thighs, running them over her already damp panties. “Have you been a good girl today?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm.” He removed his fingers and gave her ass a gentle swat.
Her forehead dropped to the cool granite as he massaged the flesh he’d abused. She spread her legs, giving him better access to her body, and he took full advantage.
“Did you miss me today?” He slid his fingers beneath her panties, then retreated, teasing her.
“Yes, Sir. Very much.” She’d stayed home today, tending to the house, while he’d been at work. Cassandra and her fiancé, Jesse, were coming to visit tomorrow and Ali wanted to make a good impression. Especially after what had happened with Bradley.
Hooking his thumbs into the sides of her panties, he lowered them over her hips and let them drop to her ankles. He kneeled, lifting her feet one by one to untangle the fabric, and tossed it aside. “You won’t be needing these anymore tonight.”
He kissed his way up her legs until he reached the apex. Her sex was glistening, and he took a long lick.
Ali moaned as he explored her with his tongue. The sounds she made went straight to his cock. He’d missed her today. Yesterday, she’d come into the office with him. They’d researched listings and he’d introduced her to his team. Not having her there today affected him more than he thought possible.
Standing to his full height, he popped the button on his slacks and lowered his zipper. His erection strained to get free, wanting inside her.
He pushed his pants and underwear down, letting them pool around his ankles. Holding on to the base of his cock with one hand, he guided it to her entrance.
The warm heat of her sucked him in and he groaned. He pushed inside, feeling her muscles contract. Soft and wet and all his.
He began to move, watching as their bodies came together. All the times he imagined being with her, he’d never thought it would be like this.
Pressing against her back with one hand, he gripped her hip with the other as he felt his orgasm drawing near. He didn’t want this to end so soon, but he also had plans for them tonight.
Sliding his hand forward, he found her clit. “Let go.”
A soft whine left her lips as he began to circle her clit with firm pressure. Her fingers flexed, unable to find purchase against the slick granite.
His balls tightened as he continued to thrust. Just when he thought he wouldn’t be able to hold on, her pussy clamped down like a vise grip on his cock. That and her high-pitched cry released the last hold he had on his control, and he came with a loud grunt.