“The only way to do great work is to love what you do.” He punctuates his assertion with another long, languorous swipe through my folds before settling his mouth directly against my needy flesh.
Dizzily, I realize he’s quoting Steve Jobs again, but my brain shuts down seconds later and my senses take over. Pressure and pleasure build between my legs. I shouldn’t be shocked at how quickly he’s dismantling me. Chad is a great kisser, and he’s proving he has extra gusto when it comes to heaping me with oral bliss. But there’s something more between us, a rightness I’ve never felt, like two halves of a whole clicking into place.
I wriggle, my body burning up, seeking a relief only he can give me. I feel my flesh swelling, my need sharpening, my blood racing…and my heart falling.
I can’t go there. I can’t even think that. Tomorrow I’ll be working for him. Tonight is all we have.
If I give him everything now, I’ll be ruined.
By sheer will, I manage to wrest away and shimmy down his body, taking his boxer briefs with me and tossing them over my shoulder. Then I get a good look at his big body under the golden glow of the nearby lamp. And I suck in a breath. God, he’s gorgeous.
And tonight he’s mine.
“Wow.”
He grins. “Is that a good wow?”
“Yeah.” I wrap my hand around his stiff cock again. “After all, life’s too short to think small.”
Chad bursts out laughing. “Tim Ferriss?”
Damn, he’s good—at everything.
“You guessed it.” I stroke him slowly, enjoying the way pleasure washes over his hard features. “Like that?”
“Fuck yeah.”
His low growl of enthusiasm makes me even more eager to please him. I bend and lave the purple head of his cock with a slow drag of my tongue, delighting in the seeping, salty moisture.
He shoves his hands in my hair, fingers gripping none too gently. “Savannah…”
I stretch my lips around his girth and take a long pull, loving the way he tugs on my scalp.
His masculine scent here is strong. As I glide down his cock again, I bask in his musk, inhaling it, getting dizzy from it. My fingers graze their way down to his testicles, and I revel when he sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh, sweetheart…”
I smile around his thick stalk, then suck my way up again. He’s getting harder, and arousing him is arousing me in a way I’ve never experienced.
For long minutes, I lose myself in his scent and taste, establishing a rhythm that sends his breathing stuttering and his body tensing.
“Fuck, sweetheart… Stop. I want inside you. I can’t think about anything else.”
I lift away with a teasing lick of my lips. “The problem is that God gives a man a brain and a penis and only enough blood to run one at a time. That’s Robin Williams, by the way.”
He laughs as he pulls me on top of him to straddle his hips, then shoves his thumb under my panties, settling the fondling digit right over my clit. “Lose the underwear.”
“Or?”
“I’ll rip them and fuck you anyway.”
My heart careens because it’s obvious he’s not kidding. “Oh?”
“Yep. Success is achieved by ordinary people with extraordinary determination.”
I tsk at him. “First, Zig Ziglar is too easy to guess. And second, you’re anything but ordinary.”
“The same is true of you, sweetheart.” He caresses his way down my body with an unexpected reverence. “You’re extraordinary in every way.”
His words warm me all over. “But you want me naked.”
“Right now.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Condoms are in the nightstand.”
“Are you clean?”
He scowls. “Of course.”
I wriggle out of my panties, then climb back on top of him and settle myself over his cock, big and throbbing and waiting. “Then there’s no need. I’m on the pill.”
“Even better.” He grips my hips and begins easing me down, impaling me slowly, groaning the whole way. “You feel so good, it’s insane.”
The same is doubly true of him. Every inch he slides inside me and opens me to pleasure is another inch of my body that bursts to life in a flurry of tingles and pulses, damn near setting me aflame. He’s big—long and wide—and I feel him stretching me in every way conceivable. But it’s a sweet pain I’d endure again and again for this bliss.
“Oh, sweetheart…” he groans as he seats himself and pulls me down to his chest until there’s no air left between us. He’s penetrating me so deeply, filling me so utterly, it’s hard to think or breathe or do anything except want.
“Chad!”
He answers me by taking my mouth in a thorough kiss, wrapping his hands around my hips, and thrusting up, hitting a spot that has me squealing and keening. I grind down, and the friction on my clit is enough to make me cry out with need.
“Yes…” he groans as he withdraws so slowly I feel the drag of his flesh against mine, detonating another round of tingles before he shoves his way inside me again with a merciless insistence that makes me ache and burn.
Is one night with Chad really going to be enough?
“No,” he growls. “It’s not.”
“I said that out loud?”
“You did.” He pulls back only to slam deep again. “One night won’t be enough for either of us. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you crave more, because I’m nowhere near ready to let you go.”
Fucking my boss isn’t smart. But I can’t stop. I can’t unknow the pleasure he gives me. I can’t unfeel how full my heart is when I’m with him.
Watch out or you’ll fall in love…
Already, I feel myself tipping dangerously in that direction. But what’s not to love about this man? He’s handsome, ambitious, brilliant, witty. He’s everything I’d want in a man—if I was looking for one.
“I already crave you,” I breathe, closing my eyes and losing myself in him.
Right now, I’m sure I would willingly give up a lot of my favorite things—movies, girls’ nights out, even coffee—before I’d give up sex with Chad Force.
“Good. Now I want to hear you scream for me. I want to watch you flush for me. I want to see you come for me.”
His words provoke an answering ping low in my belly. He exploits my weakness by easing me up and lifting his head to suck my nipple deep as he settles a teasing touch over my pouting clit again. The sensations he heaps on me mingle and swell, tugging harder on the thread of my composure, unraveling it until I’m barely hanging on. Against him, I wriggle and writhe, trying to take him impossibly deeper.
His strokes grow longer, harsher. He’s unrelenting and unapologetic as he slams into me, colliding over and over until I’m sweating and burning and feel like I’m on the verge of dying wonderfully. Inside me, he distends as his grip on me turns rough and his thrusts turn downright savage.
“That’s it. I feel you. Hot. Tight. Fuck.” He plows into me again.
I’ll be sore later. I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
And I can’t remember ever feeling anything so dizzying and perfect.