I’m somewhere between heaven and hell as every fiber of my being comes alive at the fullness, but he’s relentless tonight. Jerking me onto his cock so fast that the motions are all controlled by him. My breasts bounce as he aims to take one into his mouth. When he finally latches on, he’s hitting me so deep, I know it’s only a matter of seconds before I’m a mess all over his lap.
His thick hair makes for great leverage as I grip him with both hands, holding on to them like reins in the wildest rodeo as he tears me apart from the inside out.
“I don’t know what got into you tonight”—my voice bounces with every move—“but I love it.”
“You got into me,” he growls. “You’ve been engrained in me since the day we met. This is my attempt to engrain myself in you. Mind, body, soul.”
His words are almost as sexy as the way he’s pounding me like a wild bull in the heat of the arena. Our skin slaps together as another scream breaks free from my throat. Sex has never felt like this for me before. Untamed, passionate—but it’s not just hot sex. It’s emotional and raw, something I was always missing from my hookups with Dexter.
Anderson is here with me in every way. He doesn’t make me an object, a possession. He’s never made me feel that way. He makes me feel cherished, loved, and desired in a way that only true love can.
He leans back and sucks harder on my nipple while I fight to hold on to my release a little bit longer. I can’t come twice. Not when he hasn’t even come once.
“It’s okay to let go, Hope.”
“What about you?” I gasp, the signs of my orgasm rising from deep inside me.
“Oh, I’m not too far behind you, but you don’t need to wait.” His thumb finds my clit again. One touch of my magic button and my release is completely out of my control. I’m convulsing around him as this one hits me even harder than the first until all my muscles go completely numb.
“Holy fuck, you’re beautiful. You should see your face when you come. I’ve never seen anything so sexy.”
My head falls into the crook of his neck as his pacing slows. Anderson has enough energy to last for days, but I can tell fatigue is beginning to set in. So I pull together all the remaining strength I have and take over.
I dig my knees into the bed beside him and ride him slowly, moving my hips while his stop completely. He leans back on his palms, his head dropped back slightly and his eyes hooded enough that he can still watch every roll of my hips as I slip and slide around him.
My hands move to his chest while he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. He’s still holding back. It’s like he’s fighting off each potential orgasm, and it’s only going to add to the intensity. But he doesn’t last much longer. A growl rumbles from his chest as he rocks me with a few more thrusts. Then he’s spilling inside of me, filling me with his warmth.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him closer, my lips teasing his before they skim his jawline and find his ear. “You were made for me, Bexley.”
He groans, then his palms lift from behind him, smack my ass, and squeeze before drawing himself out of me. He pulls me down onto the bed beside him and holds me close. “Made for Bexley.” The corners of his lips turn up in a smile. “Sounds like a postcard.”
“Or a T-shirt.”
He chuckles. “Sounds like my marketing guru should get started on that.”
I glare at him. “I think your marketing guru is quite busy at the moment.”
“Well, then that makes two of us,” he teases.
“Oh yeah? What’s he busy doing?”
He touches his nose to mine, unleashing a wild flock of butterflies from my chest. “Loving you.”
I suck in a breath, the only worthwhile answer on the tip of my tongue along with a bundle of emotions that are knotting my chest. “Well, then that makes two of us.” I repeat his words softly, fighting off a wave of tears.
He smiles, and it’s the most effortless smile I’ve ever seen him wear. “I guess that means we’re in love.”
I smile back, unable to contain years of pent-up feelings for a man I prayed to the moon for every night. “I guess so.”
It’s the best, most romantic, and most memorable night of my life, even after he gets dressed and makes me walk him to the door so he can sneak away into the night.
When his lips press against mine and he pushes my naked body into the door frame before lifting me and wrapping my legs around his waist to prolong our kiss, nothing can break us of our spell… not even the rustling of the leaves in the woods across from the cabin.
Chapter Twenty-Five
HOPE
My morning alarm goes off, and I blink at the ceiling. I don’t think I slept a single minute all night. An unsettled feeling weighed on my chest after Anderson left. A weight I could only tie to the fact that even if I had won a small battle yesterday, the war will continue when I return to Seattle.
After I shower, get dressed, and sneak out to head to the office, I jerk to a stop the moment I see Dexter leaning against the main staff building. What the hell? He must have taken the first ferry out.
“Good morning, Miss Davies. I take it you slept quite well last night?”
I narrow my eyes and stop walking altogether. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
“It is if you’re fucking the client,” he says with a smile. “That is very much my business.”
He knows. A sickening feeling sinks in my gut while I search the surrounding space for Mallory.
“She’s already back at the office,” Dexter says, reading my mind. “Her visit here served its purpose.”
“You asked her to spy on me?”
He glares. “I knew you were a fucking liar.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Bullshit.”
I suck in a breath. There is nothing I’ll be able to say to him to make him understand that I never planned any of this. So I shrug, my conviction almost as strong as my defeat. “Then what’s next, Dexter? Are you going to fire me?”
“Is that what you want? You want me to fire you so you can move back to this”—he makes a grand sweeping gaze of his surroundings—“shit hole? And what, make minimum wage when I pay you nearly quadruple what Bexley can afford? That’s an insult, if I ever heard one.”
“This isn’t about you or any amount of money you could ever pay me.” I take in a deep breath, drawing the courage to give Dexter what he deserves. My honesty. “Anderson and I have a history that was undeniable when I showed back up here. I had told myself that whatever feelings I once had for him were done and over. But—”
“But you were weak. You didn’t want to commit to me, but you’re willing to lose your entire career over him? He must mean a hell of a lot to you.”
I nod. There’s no use denying anything now. “He does mean a lot to me, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen when I took on this project. My career, the opportunities you’ve provided, and all I’ve learned at Urgency mean a great deal to me. If you’re here to fire me, then do it.”