“Come, Lainey. Come all over my hand and let me see the wild in those stunning eyes.”
My words must act like a trigger, because her body jacks before regaining control and forcing back onto my cock. “Oh God, Ty.”
The vision of her struggling tips me, my release surging forward. “Lainey, tell me,” I demand, knowing I’m close to the point of no return.
“Oh God.”
“Lainey.”
“Oh shit.”
“For fuck’s sake, Lainey.” My hip motions increase involuntarily, and just as I’m about to pull out to regain control, she goes. And Lord above, does she go. A scream of an epic decibel level erupts, her body going into spasm as her eyes, that she’s forcing to remain open, stay connected with mine. Her blues explode with wild, raw pleasure, and I’m gone, the pulses of my cock transforming into uncontrollable convulsions as Lainey watches me . . . and we share the most intimate, intense experience of my life.
The pleasure ripping through my body is so powerful, I lose control of everything. “Shit, I adore you,” I breathe, heavy and exhausted. Losing control of everything includes my mouth, it seems. Yet I have no desire to try and recant that statement. I’m too utterly satisfied.
“I think I might adore you, too,” she whispers, making a point of holding my eyes. “That was the best orgasm ever.”
I laugh, unable to stop myself. “There are plenty more where that came from.” The tips of my working fingers can feel the aftermath of her climax, in the form of steady, slow pulses. Sliding my hand back up to her belly, I remain inside her as she turns her head forward and settles on the pillow, sighing happily. Spooning. Fuck, spooning with Lainey is nearly as good as coming with Lainey. “Did you sleep well?” I ask, getting myself as close as possible, sticking my body to hers. I swear, my body curls around hers dreamily.
“Your bed is so comfortable.”
“I know. And you made the most of it.”
“What do you mean?” She turns to face me, breaking our wonderful cuddle and forcing my softening cock from somewhere it was really quite cozy. I immediately resent her for it.
“Your arms and legs were all over the place.” I demonstrate, star-fishing on the bed.
She snorts indignantly, slapping my arm playfully. “I was not.”
“Oh, yes, you were. You’re a squirmy little fucker in bed.”
Now, she gasps, but she clearly has nothing to say as she resorts to attacking me, diving on my chest and trying to seize my wrists to pin me down. Oh, please. She’s asking for it. A quick succession of masterfully executed moves has Lainey on her back, wrists pinned in place, and my body nestled comfortably between her thighs. Her eyes are wide and shocked, like she’s trying to figure out how the fuck that just happened. I cock my head, a smirk slowly spreading across my mouth. “Want to play, huh?”
“I am not a squirmy little fucker.”
I pull my most patronizing face, nodding slowly. “Just accept it, baby, and move on.”
Her nose wrinkles in distaste, her arms trying to wrench from my grip. She’s a trier, but my grip is solid. She’s not going anywhere. “You’re a cock.”
“Ooh, fighting talk. Want to take this dispute into the conference room?” I drop a kiss onto her swollen lips and force my tongue into her mouth. She surrenders in a heartbeat, and I smile when I feel her grin, having to break the kiss so I can catch a glimpse. It expands into a full-blown smile as I stare down at her. “Is that a yes?”
“At work?”
“Yes.”
“Behave,” she says on a laugh, wriggling free of my grip and circling my shoulders, crushing me down onto her.
“You need to tell that to my cock.”
Her body jerks from her chuckles, her legs coming up and wrapping around my lower back. “What time is it, anyway?”
That’s a good question. I reach across to my phone on the side and look at the screen. “Motherfucker.”
“What?”
“It’s eight o’clock.”
“No. It can’t be. I never sleep past six.”
My panic ebbs for a beat. “Really?” I ask, and she nods as I stare into her eyes. “Me either,” I whisper. Should we read more into this? The mammoth sleep. The peaceful, mammoth sleep in each other’s arms. No. I don’t have time right now. “Fuck.”
Our bodies are untangled in a split second, and we both scramble up off the bed, Lainey to one side, me to the other. And then we look at each other’s naked bodies for a few distracting seconds before remembering, in unison, what the fucking time is. Our wide eyes meet and we snap ourselves out of our daydreaming. “Shower,” I blurt, running at full pelt into the bathroom and turning it on. No sooner have I dived in and gasped my shock at the temperature of the water, Lainey is in behind me, shoving me to the side.
“Holy fuck,” she cries, splattering herself to the tiles. “It’s freezing.” Her arms come around her body and hug her torso tight, the position squishing her boobs up, her soppy hair splaying the flesh. My mind instantly puts my cock between the two perfect globes of pink flesh.
Christ. I grab the shampoo, restraining myself, and turn away as I squeeze some into my palm. “I haven’t arrived at work later than eight in seven years,” I tell her, dropping the bottle and scrubbing my hands through my hair briefly before rinsing. “You are a bad influence, Lainey Summer.”
“I’ve never been late, either, you know,” she retorts, pushing her hands into my back to shift me aside. “I’m new in the job.”
I sweep my hair back as I turn, finding her under the spray massaging her hair into a huge ball of suds. “You’ve certainly impressed,” I muse, my eyes dropping down her wonderfully wet skin, past her neck, onto her chest . . . her boobs. I lick my lips. And her hands shift and start soaping her amazing breasts. My soft cock springs to life, forcing me to reach to my groin and pin it to my thigh before it gets any ideas and tries to guide me to somewhere that I haven’t got time to be. I haven’t got time, damn it. I look up at Lainey. She’s holding back a mischievous grin. “Pack it in,” I warn.
“What?” She bats her lashes, the teasing little sod.
I pull in some calming air and exit the shower, leaving her behind chuckling to herself. All I can think of while I’m at the sink moisturizing, cleaning my teeth, and fixing my hair is that there is an insanely hot woman in my shower, who blows my mind on every level, and I have to go to fucking work. Or do I? I stand back from my reflection, half-heartedly checking my hair, while I consider that. In bed. All day. Just get back in the shower and maul her. The primal growl that bubbles up from my tortured soul snaps me from my reckless thoughts. No. There’s no way the absence of both Lainey and me will go unnoticed. I have to be sensible.
I turn away from the mirror—and the little devil on my shoulder trying to convince me that it’s a good idea to stay home—planning what suit I’m wearing today as I go. But something stops me. Lainey. Soaking-wet Lainey. Soaking-wet Lainey with a towel hanging in her hand. I could cry. I’m a grown fucking man, and I could be reduced to tears at any moment. This is fucking awful. I’ve never wanted anything so badly, and knowing I can’t have it at this particular moment in time is killing me. Don’t touch. Don’t touch. Do not touch her.