Slam, slam, slam.
“Oh God,” I cry.
“Christ, you feel fucking incredible.”Drew thrusts in again after pulling right back.“I could do this for hours.”
I hope he doesn’t.It’s been a while, and despite this feeling incredible, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk afterward.
“That’s it, strangle my cock.”
His enormous body rocks over me, his eyes locked with mine as his cock fills my core, grounding the pleasure in me like a punishment.
I begin to tremble, startling me with the awareness that another orgasm is on its way.I’ve never come just with penetration, but the way Drew moves, the way he holds my attention with the raw desire in his eyes, I can barely breathe.
“Drew,” I pant.
“I feel you.I feel you clamping around me...oh fuck yes.Come for me, Gemma.That’s...yes, fuck!”
We both explode simultaneously.
His thrusts turn rapid as I hang on to his biceps for dear life.We both cry out our pleasure.
When Drew collapses on top of me, sweat clinging to him, peppering kisses along my neck, face and into my hair, my arms wrap around him, and there’s a brief moment where I wish he would never let me go.
My eyes fly open.I’m wrapped in his arms, his cock deep inside me, and I like it.
Very much.
The feel of his strong, burly frame feels safe and protective.The way he took control and yet gave me permission to say no.
The weight of the diamond necklace is heavy around my neck as it lies between us, and I remind myself this is just sex.
A sexual fantasy for him.
And for me.I need to be honest about that.
Tomorrow we go back to being Drew Carrington and Gemma Ford.I work for him right now.
I hope he is a man who can keep his promise and treat me with professionalism and respect.Please don’t let this risk my home and daughter’s future.
When Drew moves to the side and flops on his back, I start to climb off the bed.
“Hey.”Drew reaches out.
“Bathroom,” I explain and then lock the door behind me.
I need to go home.Now.I don’t want to have any awkward conversations.I don’t want to lie in his arms.
I don’t want to feel all the things I know are going to come rushing to the surface now that my lust and desire have been sated.
Guilt.
Shame at my lack of professionalism.
Insecurity at what Drew must think about an inexperienced woman like me.
When I flush, wash my hands and then step back into the room, he’s asleep.Or at least pretending to be asleep.
Perhaps this is what he does.