I gripped his arms, holding on to keep from flying away. Each time he moved, my entire body lit up like a live wire.
In the back of my mind, I knew this would end badly. He’d be angry at me or himself for giving in. But we were already here, our bodies entwined, moving together faster and faster toward the highest of highs. It might go bad later, but right now it was so, so good. I planned to savor it for as long as it lasted.
He dipped his head and sucked on my nipple, and my body shook as my orgasm careened to the edge. “James.” I could barely breathe. But that was okay. I didn’t want him to stop.
He growled. “I’m coming... fuck... come, Reyna.” He gripped my hips, tilting them up as he plunged in and hit every erotic spot in my body.
A long, feral moan escaped my lips as my orgasm rolled through my body. It radiated out from my pussy to every cell in my body.
“Yes!” he shouted and surged inside me, grinding his hips as warmth filled my belly. He withdrew and plunged in again and again until he collapsed over me.
My lungs were like bellows as I worked to suck in air. Slowly, I drifted down from the stratosphere he’d shot me to.
“Fuck.” Annoyance laced his voice. His dick was still pulsing inside me, and yet he was distancing himself. It angered me that he couldn’t wait a minute before getting mad about what happened.
"Do not start regretting this while your dick is still inside me." I pushed at him, wanting him off me before he started telling me again how wrong this was. I knew I shouldn't take it personally, but how could I not? Any woman would be upset to hear a man say he regretted having sex with her, no matter the reason. Doing it while he still seeped inside her was a blow to the ego.
He resisted my attempts to get him off me. He brought his face over mine. "I don't regret it. And to be honest, I didn't regret the last time."
“Don’t patronize me.”
"It's not regret, Reyna. It's worry that things are going to get confusing. It's worry that this is going to fuck things up for the both of us. But God help me, I am powerless to resist you."
And just like that, my ego inflated. I turned my attention to him again. "I understand what's going on here, James. I know that you’re not interested in a relationship or having a real marriage. I know that your sole focus, your sole goal, is the company. And I support you in that."
His gaze scanned my face. "What are you saying?"
To be honest, I wasn't quite sure what I was saying. Mostly, I was just trying to reassure him. "I've agreed to help you in dealing with the board and doing what I can to get you the resources and information you need to maintain your control of the company. But it's true that we have an attraction, and I don't see how that can necessarily mess us up as long as we know where we stand."
He thought for a moment. "Sort of like mixing business and pleasure?"
I nodded. "Everything else can stay the same. But if the urge strikes..."
His smile was wicked. "The urge strikes me a lot, Reyna."
I smiled, loving feeling desired. "I'll try to keep up."
January wasone of the best months of my life. Once James and I sorted out our relationship, things became much smoother. Without any expectation of something more, James relaxed quite a bit. And he was right, he had the urge for me a lot. By the second week of January, I was spending the night in his bed since that's where I was ending up every night, anyway. And if we weren't having sex in his bed, it was in the shower or the kitchen or my office or his.
And because he was more relaxed, he was easier to get along with. That didn't mean he wasn't ever frustrated or irritated, but it was less directed at me than before. It wasn’t just my body that got him hot and bothered. He got excited when I’d share tidbits of information I was learning in my research. Like how Simon Jones was indebted to George Keyes, which is probably why he was such a wuss and had no backbone. I also learned that a private investigator had been hired to follow both James and me. That unsettled James, making him paranoid that we would say or do something to mess up this deception. So the next day, I went into his office and sucked him off, and then he fucked me on his desk.
When I moved to Las Vegas, I wanted to experience life. Boy, was I ever experiencing life. That’s not to say we were having sex in public. His office door was locked. But when I left, looking disheveled and mussed, there was no doubt what we had done.
Granted, sex didn't mean love or a happy marriage, but I figured it would be harder for George Keyes to question our relationship after that.
When I wasn't working or sleeping with James, I was researching a variety of different possible career interests. For that I enlisted the help of Vivie, who was just as eager as I was to try new and different things to see if anything resonated with our passions. We took a workshop on art journaling, which was fun but didn't pull at my soul. Besides, I couldn't make a living at art journaling. We signed up for a sign language class, which could possibly be useful. We’d had a deaf client at the law practice I had freelanced for. She tried to talk me into a course to become a certified fitness instructor, but I was worn out from all the exercise I was getting with James, though I didn’t tell her that. We read and talked about a book on being a digital nomad, which sounded interesting, but I wondered whether not having a home base would get old. Besides, being a digital nomad required having a business, and like my life, I had no clue what I’d do.
I found a creative writing class that sounded interesting. I knew how to freelance and knew there were freelance writers. Some were even digital nomads. Vivie agreed to take it with me but at the last minute talked me into a course on how to write a romance. I don’t know why I agreed to it except perhaps it was so out in left field.
All in all, life was good even if I still hadn’t figured out my purpose in life or career prospects. I was enjoying my work, and especially the ability to work from home in a relaxed, quiet setting. I was enjoying my time with James, and I had built a good friendship with Vivie. Despite all the unknowns in my life, I felt like for the first time, I was in control of my destiny.
All this good living started catching up to me in mid-February. I found myself having to drag myself out of bed and get to work, not because I didn’t like the work but because I was so tired. I'd taken to indulging in naps in the afternoon. At first, I worried I was suffering from a depression that was manifesting through fatigue. But how could I be depressed when I was feeling good? So maybe the fatigue was just the aftermath of so much stress over the last couple of months. Now that I didn’t have so much to worry about, my body decided it needed to relax. Whatever it was, I did my best to work through it.
On Valentine's Day, my schedule was his normal. Once James left for work, I got my coffee and headed to my office. James had a board meeting coming soon, and I was putting together information and reports for his presentation.
Just as I was going to have lunch, a delivery man brought a large bouquet of roses. My heart sang like a giddy schoolgirl with her first crush. Did this mean James’s attitude about us was changing?
I checked for a card, but there wasn’t one. No matter. I found a vase, trimmed the stems, and put the flowers on the table.