She ran her fingers down my back and grabbed my ass. “Fuck me, Dylan.”
I positioned myself between her legs and began to push inside of her. Her pussy was wet and tight on my cock, and I inched myself in slowly. She gasped and stilled as I was almost completely inside of her, then shifted her body slightly, and I pushed in completely.
“Oh fuck. You’re so big, Dylan.”
That turned me on even more. And I found myself thrusting in and out of her harder and harder as she clung to my shoulders and cried out. Her body was trembling and her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I fucked her hard. I wanted to make her come again before I came. I grabbed her hands and held them tight as I slammed inside of her, her breasts bouncing against my chest.
“Oh, Dylan!” she screamed. “Yes!” As she came one more time, I let myself loose. I pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach then slid deep inside of her and fucked her even harder, my cock slamming inside of her.
When I came, I came hard and fast, as if a tidal wave of desire was crashing over me. Abby screamed again, and I groaned as my body felt like it was emptying every single fluid that I had inside of her. And then finally I collapsed.
I lay on top of her for a few seconds before pulling out and then turning her over and cuddling her towards me. I kissed her on the lips and she ran her fingers down the side of my face.
“That was amazing,” she gasped. She ran her fingers down my chest. I kissed her on the lips and held her close, closing my eyes as I smelled her hair and realized what I’d just done.
“You’re amazing,” I murmured in reply, but all I could think was, Fuck, I just fucked her without a condom.
“I’m on protection,” she said as if she could read my mind, “if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Relief washed over me. “Well, you know, I don’t want my secretary thinking that she’s going to have a payday for life.” I grinned.
“Excuse me?”
“I mean, if you got knocked up by me, I’m sure you’d expect some sort of child support, right?”
“You’re such an asshole.” She pinched my nipple, and I reached over and did the same to her. She yelped slightly. I leaned over and kissed her.
“I mean, I might be your boss, but I’m not your meal ticket, Abby.”
“Trust me, Mr. McAllister, I would never want you to be my meal ticket,” she replied.
And for a few seconds, as I gazed at her, I wished I was the sort of man who whispered sweet nothings into a woman’s ear. I wished I was capable of falling desperately in love because if I was, she would be the sort of woman that I’d want to fall in love with. She was beautiful. She was funny. She didn’t take herself too seriously. And she was sexy as hell.
I stared at her for a few seconds as she gazed at me. There was a question in her eyes, but I was too scared to ask her what she was thinking. Part of me wanted to know … and part of me didn’t because I didn’t want to ruin this moment.
Everything was just perfect. Just as it was.
Chapter 33
Abby
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Lying in Dylan’s arms, I felt satiated and happy. I still couldn’t quite believe what we’d just done. I’d come into this hotel room pissed and upset that we had to share it, but something had changed. In the space of a heartbeat, we’d gone from talking about what to watch on TV to … well, this.
There’d been a shift in the way he’d looked at me, his expression one of heat and seduction, and I couldn’t control the way that I’d reacted to him. I’d wanted him, pure and simple. And at that moment, I couldn’t tell myself no, let alone him.
When my hands had tangled in his hair, I’d wanted him to take me then and there. I’d wanted him to rip my clothes off. I’d wanted him to bend me over and fuck me. But he was too much of a gentleman for that. He wanted to make sure that this had been something I’d wanted—and I’d wanted it so badly. And when it finally happened, I had come harder than I’d ever come in my life.
And now here I was lying in bed with him, cuddled up next to him, wondering how soon I’d be able to feel him inside of me again.
He had annoyed me slightly with the meal ticket remark, though. I’d wanted to say, “If you’re so nervous about getting me pregnant, shouldn’t you have thought about protection before you’d come inside of me?” A part of me wished that I wasn’t on the pill. A part of me wished that he had gotten me pregnant because having this man’s baby would have been amazing. Not because I wanted a payday. There was just something about being with a man as virile as Dylan that made you want to carry his kids.
That was crazy, of course. I didn’t even want to have kids yet. I wasn’t ready. And when I did have kids, I wanted to be happily married because that’s what my parents had. Whether I’d ever get it, I didn’t know, but it wasn’t going to be with Dylan McAllister, no matter how good the sex was.
I ran my fingers down his chest, loving the fact that I was able to touch him, to breathe him in. He felt so hard and masculine, and he smelled like a million dollars—well, he probably smelled like a billion dollars or whatever his net worth was. His cock was pressed against my stomach, and I could feel him hardening again already. I wanted to kiss down his chest and take him into my mouth, to see if I could fit all of him inside, and suck him off.
Then I made the mistake of wondering what all of this meant for our working relationship. Were we going to be able to go back to New York and be the same way we were before? Would he expect me to keep bringing him coffee and croissants every morning? Would he still expect me to send roses on his dates? Would he ask me on a date?
I didn’t know. We hadn’t had any of those conversations.
And frankly, I was scared to ask. I already knew he wasn’t the sort of man who had relationships, and I knew he wasn’t the sort of man that someone like me, someone who wanted everything, should fall in love with. I wanted Prince Charming. I wanted the white horse. I wanted happily ever after. I wanted him with a boom box outside my window singing about how much he loved me. I wanted chocolates and roses and trips to Paris and Italy. I wanted to see the Northern Lights with someone I loved.
I wanted everything that Dylan McAllister couldn’t give me.
My mind was spinning as I lay there, with all sorts of thoughts and ideas that I couldn’t express. I didn’t want him to think I was crazy. I felt his fingers on my stomach. He had such a tender touch for someone so tall and masculine. He shifted slightly, and I felt his cock even harder against my stomach. I leaned forward and kissed him on the chest. His eyes flew open, and he looked at me, a wicked grin on his face.
“Hey, sexy,” he said huskily, his blue eyes vibrant even in the dark of the night. He was so handsome. It was unfair really that a man could be so handsome and so rich and have everything going for him.
“Hey, sexy yourself,” I murmured, loving the way that he looked at me. This entire trip had been a dream. I don’t know exactly what I’d expected, but it hadn’t been this. Yeah, he still had his asshole moments, but they weren’t serious. I realized they were his way of keeping his walls up, of being defensive, trying to push me away.