“I want it hard.”
I thrust another finger up inside of her, pumping at a nice, steady pace. “You’ll have what I give you.”
I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her whilst sucking her clit into my mouth. She bucks, convulsing under me as she screams through her orgasm.
I kneel over her, pushing her up the bed before settling between her legs.
“Clayton,” she groans, gripping my shoulders.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her, leaning over to grab a condom off the side. I roll it on, loving the heated expression on her face as she watches me.
I lean down, kissing along her neck, breathing her in. “You smell good. Really good.”
“Fuck me,” she begs.
My cock presses against her wetness, sliding through her slick folds. I lean down, capturing her lips with mine, demanding access with my tongue. Her fingers dig into my shoulders harder and I growl, reaching down and lining my cock at her entrance before thrusting hard inside her.
“Clayton,” she cries out.
Slowly, I rock in and out, watching as her face scrunches up in frustration. “Slow,” I remind her, thrusting inside.
“Stop torturing me,” she pleads, thrusting her hips up.
I lean down, sucking her nipple into my mouth before letting it go with a pop. I rise up, running a hand through her hair as I stare down at her. Her lips part, her lids lowering in a flutter.
“You drive me insane.”
“You are driving me insane,” she growls.
I smirk before leaning down, kissing her deeply. I feel like I’m burning from within, my entire body heating from having her.
Her muscles clench around my cock, and I moan, tensing above her. It’s hard not to ram inside her hard and fast, but we’ve done that. I want to show her she means more to me than a quick fuck.
Her nails rake down my back and she knows what that does to me. I growl against her lips, speeding up my movements.
“You are torture,” I tell her, my voice raspy.
“Ditto,” she tells me, bringing my head down for another kiss.
My cock slides through her wetness with ease, throbbing inside of her.
I reach down between us, rubbing her clit in a slow, torturous circular motion.
“Oh God,” she moans, squeezing her eyes shut.
When she opens them, she blinks up at me, her breathing laboured. I cup her jaw, locking my gaze with hers.
Her pupils dilate, her lips parting on a soft puff of air. “Clayton,” she whispers.
I’m close, too close, and I want to make sure she comes first.
“Hayden.”
Her eyes close as every muscle in her body tightens, her hips arching off the bed as a moan escapes her lips.
Feeling her tighten around my cock, my body trembles through my own orgasm. I shoot my load into the condom as I continue to ride out my orgasm.
I strum my thumb over her cheek and her lids flutter open and a flash of vulnerability passes through her.
I open my mouth—to say what, I don’t know—but no words form.
“What?” she asks, her brows drawn together.
“Nothing,” I lie, before getting up to depose of the condom.
Coming back in, she’s still in the same position, looking relaxed and sated. A smug smile pulls at my lips as I get in beside her, pulling her into my arms.
“Okay, slow isn’t so bad,” she murmurs before yawning.
I run my hand down her back, stroking her soft skin. “It’s really not.”
“Thank you for an amazing couple of days.”
I reach around, cupping her breast in my hand, squeezing the soft globe. “It’s not over yet.”
She begins to squirm, her lips parting as arches into my touch. “It’s not?”
I grin, running my hand down her stomach, over her pubic bone. “Oh no, it’s really not.”
She laughs when I roll us so she’s on top, her hair flowing down. “I guess I should do all the work this time.”
My grin widens as I cup her backside, thrusting her wet pussy over my fully hard cock. “Yeah, I guess you should.”
She leans down, kissing me and all I can think of is how lucky I am to have her. With past relationships, I got bored, not just in the bedroom, but in general. With Hayden, neither are going to be a problem.
And I won’t change it for anything.
She’s under my skin in the best way.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The grey sky darkens above me as I stand outside the police station. Rain is inevitable and the wind is strong, promising us another day and night of bad weather.
I still have five minutes until the time Beau told me to head inside. He’s going to make sure he’s walking past when I arrive.
My phone beeps with a message. Leaning against the wall, away from the stairs leading up to the station, I slide it out of my black leather jacket, smiling at ‘Hot Jerk Boss’ popping up on my screen.
It was my first day back today, and although he went back last week, we still spent pretty much every night together at my place. However, last night, I didn’t get to see him as he had to be up early today.
HOT JERK BOSS: I know you’re already coming in earlier today to go over what you missed, but would it be wrong of me to ask you to come in earlier? I could order dinner to my office for us both.
The time on my phone says it’s four in the afternoon, so his offer would save me going home for a few hours and being bored.
HAYDEN: Sounds tempting, but you in a suit, in your office, door locked… eating is not what will be on my mind.
It’s a couple of minutes before he replies.
HOT JERK BOSS: Getting a hard on at work whilst you are in the middle of a boring conference meeting isn’t as exciting as people make it out to be.
Laughing, I type out my reply, my fingers flying across the screen.
HAYDEN: Is Gillian from downstairs there?
Gillian is one of the researchers for the nature and wildlife magazine on the first floor. It’s a different department to the station but still owned by the Cross family. There are times we cross paths with her on our floor, mostly when we’ve been short-staffed. Her curious nature scares other people in the building. It’s like she knows what people are thinking or what they’ve done.
HOT JERK BOSS: Yes! How did you know? She’s freaking me out. She’s been staring at me for five minutes with a disgusted look upon her face.
HOT JERK BOSS: Please say you’ll come and keep me company. I should be out of here in about an hour.
HAYDEN: I’ll bring food. I’ve got something to do first, so I’ll message you when I’m on my way.
When I see his smiley face emoji, I smile and slide my phone back into my pocket.
I have to get this done. My stomach is in knots because I’m worried I’m going to fuck this up. There are people relying on me, even if they don’t know it, to get this done. I can’t let them down. I can pull the wool over many people’s eyes, but for some reason, that inkling of doubt keeps crawling up my spine, making me think they’ll see right through this ploy.
Inhaling, I straighten my jacket before taking the first step up to the large building.
As I reach the wide oak double doors, I put on my game face, inhaling and exhaling quick breaths before pushing open the door and rushing to the front desk, pretending to be out of breath. I need them to take me seriously. If I’m calm and collected, I’m worried they’ll make me wait. Although, this is only for the receptionist. When I go into that meeting, I’m going in headstrong.