Everything is portrayed as I slam in and slide nearly all the way out of her, her nails digging into my scalp and neck. Our moans are loud as I hold onto her slender hips.
One of my hands moves between us, finding her clit, pinching it, causing her to buck forward. “Oh god.”
“Will you forgive me if I make you come?”
Her lips are at my ear. “I think that’s a little too easy.”
I grin, my finger circling her clit as I bury my cock deep inside, feeling so close to losing it but keeping control. “You know what I think, Lola?” I pull my hips back, sliding my cock almost completely out and only leaving the tip inside her, turning my head so our lips meet. “I think you’ve already forgiven me.”
I slide back inside, seating myself deep while her pussy convulses around me and my fingers are relentless on her clit. “Not even close.”
I smile against her lips, knowing she’s lying. “Give in.”
Her head dips to my shoulder, and her teeth sink into my skin. She grabs my hair, the orgasm already tearing through her body. And thank fuck for that because my own sweeps over me as I let out a guttural moan, spilling inside of her.
We’re a panting, sweaty mess as we recover and right our clothes, her eyes never leaving mine.
“You want to go inside?”
She only nods, already heading for the patio door as I follow behind her.
I don’t think this girl forgives easily, and the fact that she did so quickly with me is fucking terrifying.
This time, I’m not running.
Waking up in Hayden’s bed, his warmth around me should feel completely wrong, but it doesn’t. I hate that we started on a lie, but if I'm completely honest with myself, who doesn’t?
Everyone hides a piece of themselves when they first start dating. Hell, some married people don’t truly know their spouses.
I roll to my side and look at the gorgeous man I couldn’t stay away from. He’s awake, one arm tucked under his head, looking up at the ceiling. I see his swollen eye from my angry fist and slowly drag my fingers over it. “I’m so sorry I hit you.”
His lips pull up in a confident grin, but he doesn’t turn to look at me. “I deserved it.”
“No one deserves to be hit, Hayden. I’m so sorry. I was so angry.”
He rolls to his side now, propped up on his elbow. “Lola, I've been hit for no reason many times in my life. I’ve been in a lot of fights where I deserved it. I know the difference, and last night I earned that punch.”
I hate thinking about how terrible his childhood was. Penelope has told me some things but is mostly quiet about that time of her life. My hand traces over a scar over his heart and the tattoo he has over his right pectoral muscle. “So, you’re going to hit me for lying to you?”
“Fuck no. I’ll never hit a woman.”
“That’s a little sexist, don’t you think?”
I’m smiling. I can’t stop smiling when I'm around him. “In that case, I'm fine with being a little sexist because no, I'll never hit you.” He rolls his body on top of mine, his hands grabbing mine and lifting them above my head. His knees resting next to my hips, caging me in. “Now if you need to be punished . . .”
His lips drag down my neck, and my body shudders beneath him, responding to him being so close.
“Oh, this is just fucking great!”
Our heads snap to the doorway where Gretchen stands, her arms crossed, one foot stuck out in front of the other in clear annoyance.
“What the fuck are you doing in my room?”
“I’m your assistant, remember? I was supposed to meet you in your office to go over some documents.”
One of Hayden’s hands releases me as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Fuck. I forgot.”
She scoffs, her eyes shooting daggers at me. “Yeah well, I can see you have a nice little distraction here. Should I wait for you to finish round two with your whore or just come back later?”
Now Hayden pushes off the bed, pulling on a pair of sweats and part of me hates the view she just had of his bare ass, but I suppose she’s seen it all before. “Do not ever call her that again.”
I don’t really need him to defend my honor, but I keep quiet as he walks to her. “You can have today off.”
“You asshole.”
Gretchen is seething. I’d feel bad for her if she weren’t so vapid. “Excuse me?” Hayden’s eyes darken, but he keeps his distance from her. “I’m your boss.”
“My boss who knows what my pussy feels like.”
I cringe at the image, and I think Hayden does too, but his tone softens. “I’m sorry I slept with you. I shouldn’t have.”
She looks hurt, her eyes creeping over to me again and back to Hayden. “How sweet. Maybe I'll include that little half ass apology in my meeting with my lawyer.”
I glare over at her now, pulling the sheet up, seeing the vindictiveness on her face. She wants him to pay for breaking her heart.
“You could sue. I’m your boss, and I slept with you in a moment of weakness. You can sue me, and I’ll pay up.” I hate thinking of him paying her off. He takes one step closer to her, still at a reasonable distance. “Or . . . you can keep this high paying job with flexible hours and good treatment, which will look damn good on a resume and accept my apology because we both know that you didn’t have to sleep with me. You knew it wasn’t something you had to do to get or keep this job.”
“And yet, you said it was wrong.”
“It was. It’s why I’d turned down your previous advances. I’m your boss, and it isn’t right or fair to have sex with you. It was unprofessional, and I'm sorry. It will not ever happen again.”
“Fine. Have a good day, Mr. West.”
She spins on one foot, exiting, and he comes back to the bed. His back is pulled tight with tension as he sits on the edge, and I crawl over to him, resting my chin on his shoulder. “She’s going to be a problem.”
He shrugs. “If she sues me, I'll pay. I meant what I said, I know I was in the wrong.”
“Except it was a completely mutual hookup. She wanted to have sex with you.”
“She’s a good assistant. Hopefully we can get past this, but if she quits, she quits.”
I wrap my arms around his neck from behind. “Come to dinner tonight at my house.”
He turns to look at me now, his face just as handsome with a black eye if not more so. “What?”
“Come to dinner. Really meet Penelope and the rest of the family.”
“I can’t do that. Penelope probably hates me.”
Getting her to agree to this is going to be difficult, but it doesn’t mean I won’t try. “I’ll talk to her. I want you guys to know each other.”
“Isn’t your youngest brother in town?”
I laugh as he turns even further in my arms, pressing my body down to the bed below him. “Yes. You might as well meet them all now.”
“You were serious about the us thing, weren’t you?”
I look into his eyes, my heart beating erratically. “Yes.”
I hate vulnerability, but I still feel safe with him. And the smile on his lips tells me I'm right to feel this way. “I’ll come to dinner. I’ll do anything you want me to do.”