He increased his rhythm. “I’m not going to be able to last long, and after I’m done, I’m going to have you on the bed, then in the shower. I’m going to be inside you for hours.”
The thought of the relentless drive of his dick in and out of me chased my breath from my lungs.
“Once is never enough with you. I need you all the time, forever.”
I felt as if I were cycling toward the top of a mountain, panting and moaning, desperate to get to the top. As Max thrust into me again, his dick reaching deep inside me, I found myself at the summit. I arched my back as I began to freewheel down the other side.
“I love you,” I whispered into the wind.
Max was right behind me, grunting my name in my ear as he jabbed his hips into me so sharply it would have hurt if it weren’t for the insulating effect of my orgasm. “I love you,” he shouted out.
His skin was hot and sticky with exertion when I put my arms around him, pressing my breasts to his chest, hoping I could attach myself to him permanently. He lifted my ass and I wrapped my legs around him as he walked us toward the bed, still joined, him still inside me. He sat on the edge of the bed, my knees coming to rest on either side of him.
“Lie back,” I said. His eyes looked dazed as he did what I said. “I wasn’t too late,” I mumbled as I began to move my hips, just slightly, enjoying the feel of him still inside me.
He reached toward my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs as he looked up. His touch melted me around my edges. I contracted my muscles, trying to stem the wetness his touch released.
He groaned, and slipped one hand down to my clit. “Too late?”
I wasn’t sure I could get the words out to clarify. Already I wanted him again, wanted to make the climb up the mountain, even though I was still out of breath from my first trip.
“I was worried you’d be . . .” I gasped as he increased the pressure on my clit. “I was . . .” I couldn’t speak or move while ribbons of pleasure unraveled over and through me. My brain didn’t have capacity.
As if he understood, Max lifted his hips off the bed and I stilled, happy to sit on him, to be taken by him.
“Tell me what you were worried about,” Max said, the muscles in his neck straining.
I pressed my palms against his chest. “That it was too late for us,” I said.
He grabbed my hips and rolled me to my back. “Never,” he said as he pushed into me. “Not ever.”
It was just what I needed to hear. I reached up and traced my fingers over his eyebrows. “I love you.” I couldn’t stop repeating those words. I’d never said them to any man before. No one before Max had ever deserved them.
My orgasm crept up on me, pushing through my body like a tremor: silent, intense, and powerful.
“Oh God, your face when you come.” Max growled and thrust again, erupting into me.
He rolled off me, then pulled me toward him.
“When I get my breath back I’m going to kiss every inch of your skin, then make you come with my tongue.”
“We may run out of time.” I fingered his hair. “I have to make my way back to the city.”
He squeezed me tighter. “Stay. Don’t ever leave.”
I chuckled. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe.”
“Things feel a little different,” I said. Perhaps because we were away from the city. Perhaps because I knew how painful losing him had been and knew I’d work hard never to make that mistake again. “I don’t know why, I just—”
“I think it feels like the beginning of forever,” he replied simply.
Epilogue
Three months later
Max
“Come in,” I barked without looking away from my laptop. I thought I was the last one in the office. I was keen to get this piece of work finished and get back to the apartment and get my girl naked, and I didn’t really want any interruptions.
“I’m looking for the King of Wall Street,” Harper said as she opened my door.
I pushed my chair back from my desk. “Hey, I thought I was meeting you back at the apartment.”
She walked toward me, rounding my desk, trailing her hands over the papers stacked up on it. “I couldn’t wait,” she replied, placing her purse on the table by the window.
I swiveled my chair so I was facing her. “How was dinner with your father?” Harper and her dad had seen each other a couple of times in the last few months.
“It was good.” At times I wondered whether or not it was worth the tears that often followed one of their meetings, but she assured me she was crying over their history not their future. If she wanted to try to build a relationship with her father, I was happy to support her in anything she did. “Nice actually. We’re getting to know each other a bit better now.” She leaned forward and unknotted my tie. “And I thought I’d come back here and make sure you were keeping focused.” Gently, she pulled my tie from my neck and sat on my desk. “I remember how you used to tell me how you weren’t so focused when I worked here,” she said, pulling up her skirt a little, revealing more of her long, brown thighs.
“Yeah,” I said, a little dazed by the woman in front of me. “It’s better for the bottom line that you don’t work here anymore.”
“I agree,” she said, pushing my chair around with her foot so I was facing her.
“I like your shoes,” I said. They were the first pair I’d bought her from Jimmy Choo. I was becoming quite the regular customer. I’d never seen her wear them outside of the bedroom and they seemed a little much for dinner with her father.
She began unbuttoning her blouse. “I remember you saying you used to think about me . . .” She opened the cream silk, revealing her high, tight breasts. “. . . here.” She leaned back. “On your desk.”
Jesus. Blood rushed to my cock. I’d thought about little else while Harper worked at King & Associates. And despite us being together as a couple, I couldn’t persuade Harper to come back to work for me. Perhaps it was better all round.
“Tell me what you used to think about.” Her back arched and she slid her feet over my thighs.
I grabbed her legs and pushed them apart, her skirt riding up around her waist. Yes, this was just how I’d imagined her.
“Christ, Harper, you’re not wearing underwear.”
She tilted her head. “Is that what you imagined?”
I lifted her legs, putting them over my shoulders, and dipped my head. “Yeah, you making my desk all wet.” I breathed over her pussy. She moaned, her pitch getting higher as I licked over her slit before slipping a thumb into her entrance. “I fantasized about making you come on this desk.” I circled her clit with my tongue and she slid down onto her back as if admitting defeat, her fingers snaking through my hair. She’d come to get fucked in the office and she was about to get her wish.
Her moans got louder and louder as her pussy got wetter and wetter. For a brief moment I worried we’d be overheard, but fuck it, I was the boss and I could do what I wanted with the woman who I was going to be with for the rest of my life.
I fumbled with my fly, my erection straining almost painfully against my zipper. It sprung free and I fisted it in my hand. Eating her out here, making her crazy with my tongue, the lights of the city behind me, the wealth of Manhattan around us, made me feel like a king.