My fingers dig into her ass as I drive into her tight heat. Sweat starts to bead on my forehead with each precise thrust to her g-spot.
“Ty,” she moans, clawing at my back. “Harder.”
A beast awakens in me every time she groans out ‘harder’, and I lose control, slamming into the only pussy for me.
I grip her harder, knowing I’ll likely leave marks on that perfect ass of hers. Pressing my forehead to the side of her neck, I pound her to release. I don’t stop until her walls stop fluttering and milking my cock of every last bit of my essence.
Sadie turns and kisses the side of my face, and I in turn bury my head in the crook of her neck. Her fingers comb through my damp hair, and I can’t help but moan. I love feeling her touch.
Anywhere.
Everywhere.
I crave it.
Even if it’s only my hair.
“I should give you a raise more often if this is the response I get.”
A dopey smile spreads across my face remembering how surprised I was when Sadie said I got the job along with the salary and bonus. I’m also heading up the team for the project. I can’t believe it.
“I … I can’t believe it.”
Holy shit!
I almost told Sadie I loved her and at the worst possible time. Pinned up against the wall while we talk about work is not how I envisioned when I finally tell her I love her. I don’t want it to be too soon and scare her off. Is it still too soon?
She’s getting better about us, but I’m not willing to risk spooking her and have her shut down on me.
Setting her on her feet, I head into the bathroom and throw away the condom.
“You should believe it. You worked hard for it and you deserve it,” she says from behind.
Turning, I find her standing at the entry to the bathroom just as I left her. Completely naked and sated.
Perfection.
“Thank you,” I say as I stalk toward her and scoop her in my arms. Sadie squeals and throws her arms around my neck giggling all the while. “I’m going to work harder than ever to prove you picked the right person for the job.”
Placing her on the bed, she splays her body out in invitation. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her smooth, silky skin. Pert tits that I want to bite and suck all day. Curvy hips that are perfect for grabbing onto while I plunge into her over and over again. Her perfect pink pussy that glistens all for me. Every inch of her is an aphrodisiac and meant only for me.
“You’re beautiful,” I confess for at least the hundredth time.
Her warm hand cups my cheek as she smiles up at me. “You’re the one that’s beautiful. Inside and out.”
Laying down beside her, I twirl a lock of her hair as she draws patterns on my chest. They’re always random and most of the time I have no idea what she’s drawing. Probably because on the inside, I’m purring like a cat at her touch and barely pay attention.
“I still can’t get over Amy threatening me. She’s such a little bitch. If that’s how she thinks she’s going to move up in the company, she’s got another thing coming.”
“No one likes her. From what I’ve heard, she’s not a good lead on projects or accounts. She won’t listen to anyone’s ideas but Brent’s.”
“Thanks for letting me know. No one’s mentioned it to me,” she rests her head on my shoulder.
“Because they’re all scared of you,” I chuckle.
I know I’m sleeping with her, but she’s really not that bad at work. They make her out to be way worse than she is.
With brows furrowed, she snuggles against my side. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” I answer immediately.
“I’ve been meaning to ask, but something always comes up,” her eyes dart down to my semi-erect cock and she giggles again. I can’t help but smile every time I hear her sweet little giggle. “Before at the office, you were always… how do I say this? Um… clumsy?”
Fuck, I was a stumbling idiot at the office.
“It kind of balanced out everything else.”
“What out?”
“Your perfection,” she answers with a slight blush.
Cocking a brow, I ask with a grin. “You think I’m perfect?”
“Oh please,” Sadie rolls her eyes at me. “You know what you look like. Tall, dark, and handsome. At least when you were clumsy you seemed more human. What happened to you dropping and spilling stuff?”
Her hand stops tracing patterns and roaming, and rests over my heart. Lacing our fingers together, I kiss the top of her head.
“I was clumsy because of you. From the moment, I saw you I was attracted to you and wanted you. But I knew I couldn’t have you when I saw a wedding ring on your finger. It came out as nerves. I tried to reign in what I was feeling for you, and it came out as me being a bumbling fool.” Pulling her tighter against me, I rub my hand up and down her back. “Trust me, I heard the whispers and snickers about what a laughingstock I was.”
She kisses my chest and looks up at me. “That’s not cool. I’m sure Amy and Brent were the instigators. Those two,” she shakes her head, looking cutely annoyed. “What are they saying now?”
“The typical water cooler talk, and how I must have really fucked up because you’re always pissed off at me.” I can’t help but laugh. Sadie is far from pissed off at me. I make sure she’s happily sated each and every morning and get rewarded with sweet smiles and googly eyes until we’re at the office. Once we arrive a mask of indifference falls over her face and it only changes to scowl at me.
It will definitely be interesting when they find out Sadie and I are… dating? It feels like it’s more than dating and at the same time it doesn’t. We’ve only been out a couple of times instead most nights we opt for staying in, eating dinner in front of the TV while watching a movie, and then ravaging each other until late into the night.
“What’s the water cooler talk?” she asks pulling me out of my musings.
Shaking my head, I laugh. “They don’t know I’ve heard them, and you don’t want to know.”
Getting up to lean over me, Sadie smiles mischievously with her eyebrows raised. “Now I really want to know. You don’t have to tell me what they say about me. I know it’s nothing good, and I don’t care. I’m their boss. I’m not there to make friends with any of them. Before I became vice president they were seriously slacking off, and I whipped them into shape. It hasn’t gone unnoticed by the company.” She shrugs the best she can while holding herself up on one elbow.
I wouldn’t tell her what they said about her. Sadie is fierce when it comes to work, but hearing the awful things they say about her would break even the strongest.
“Do you really want to hear what they say about me?” I wasn’t sure how she’d react and by my calculations it was about that time of the month for Sadie to become irrational. Or as I like to call it. Crazy.
“Are they saying mean things about you?” she scowls down at me, nostrils flaring.
What would she do if she heard what they said about me?
Curling up, I kiss the tip of her now scrunched up nose. “No, it’s not mean.” My fingers caress up and down her hip trying to calm her just in case she doesn’t like what she hears. Taking in a deep breath, I close my eyes. “They speculate how large my member is. If I’m dating anyone. What it would be like to fuck me. If I’m as clumsy in bed as I am out of it. Why I’m an intern. Shit like that.”
When she doesn’t say anything, I open my eyes to find her looking down at me blank-faced.
“Hey, I don’t care what they say,” I say in a soothing tone.
Blinking a few times, she turns to look at something in the distance for a moment. “Do they think you’re good in bed?”
I was not expecting that.
A chuckle escapes as I shake my head. “No. Their words, not mine, are ‘He can’t look like that and be great in bed.’ But I don’t care what they say about me. They talk shit about everyone.”
“I, for one, am happy they don’t know how phenomenal you are in bed. If they had any idea, I’d have to kill each and every one of them.”
There she is. My crazy Sadie. And yet, I can’t help but love that she’s possessive over me.
“Let’s not kill anyone at the office. I like you too much. I’d hate for you to go to prison.”
“Me too,” she laughs and lays back down and snuggles into me.
Her warmth against me, along with her rubbing my back, almost lulls me to sleep when her hand abruptly stops.
“Hey, Ty. We need to talk.”
Dread fills my entire being and my heart sinks.