He was right. Him and me. That was what I wanted. The sweet, delirious, all-encompassing, shattering shudder of my body tightening around his. Of every muscle in my pussy clenching and milking his obvious erection for everything it had inside. Of that one single moment where we were both flying high, prisoners to our pleasure.
“I won’t beg you. Not today.”
“No begging required.”
The clink of plates reached my ears, and his hands curveed around my ass. I wrapped my legs around him, and he lifted me, setting me on the bar, and pressed his finger to my lips.
“One more,” he rasped. “Okay?”
I nodded.
“Open your mouth.”
I did, tilting my head back slightly. The roughness of a shell rested against my bottom lip, and I knew what this was before I tasted the salty yet slimy fish.
I opened them and stared into the striking, lustful blue of George’s. I lifted my legs until they were wrapped around his waist and tilted my hips up until he was buried completely inside me and we were connected as one.“I love being inside you,” he said against my mouth. “The way your hot, wet cunt wraps around me and hugs me tightly drives me crazy. It makes me want to drive into you until you’re begging me to slow down. It makes me want to fuck you so hard you can’t do anything but scream my fucking name.”My nails dug into his back and his name fell from my lips in a desperate whisper. The man can word-fuck me and penetrate me with those words almost as deep and as sweetly as he did with his dick.“Whispering?” He thrusted into me harder. “I’m fucking you like this and you’re whispering my na
I frowned, straightening from my lazy, slouched position. “Why?”“You didn’t think I was taking you shopping and not dragging you out, did you? It’s a Thursday. Come on, babe. We have permission from the big man, so let’s go.”“Did you just call my boyfriend ‘the big man’?”“Repeating what he said.” She threw the dress at me and dangled the heels from her fingers.We were having words about that. In no place, ever, should George refer to himself as ‘the big man.’ Joking or serious. Just, no.I stood with a sigh and took the dress into Brenda’s room. Honestly, all I wanted to do was curl up in front of the TV, cry a little over some goofy movie, and gorge myself on popcorn and chips and candy. It didn’t escape my attention that the last two times I’
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for following your heart.”“Thank you for telling me to,” I replied, kissing her cheek.Our time was cut short when Monica intruded, snatching me from my aunt and hugging me just as tight. “I’ve missed your snappy, no-bullshit ways. Don’t tell me you’ve gone fucking soft on me?”I laughed and shrugged her off me. “Don’t be so stupid, Mon. If you ever needed your ass chewed out, you just have to call me.”She winked. “You got a good one, Gina. Don’t fuck this up.”“When have you ever known me to fuck anything up?” I raised my eyebrows and took the glass George slid in front of my face. “He’s well and truly stuck with me now.”“Rather him than me,” she retorted with a l
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking at my feet. Guilt and remorse—they flooded me. Consumed me.George pulled me into him and tilted my face back. “Look at me, Gina.”I shook my head. I couldn’t. Not this time. I couldn’t look in his eyes and know that everything we have was on the line. Everything he and his father have worked for was now hanging in limbo because of me.How many reporters have picked that up? How many stories will I see tomorrow? How many news alerts will pop up on my cell?“Gina.” His voice was hard. No-nonsense. “Look at me. Now.”My eyes disobeyed me. They raked up his body until they found a sea of bright blue.“We will figure this out. Do you understand me? It’s unexpected and sudden, but we will fix this.”Tears born of a real fea
“George!”“What does it say?” I looked at her. She bit her lip. “Rachel. Tell me now!”“She said that if you don’t pay within the hour, she’ll have it distributed to a large number of websites and presses ready to run a breaking news story first thing tomorrow. They’re waiting for her story.”“Will she fuck.” There was no wavering in his voice. Despite his lack of jacket and tie, George looked as serious as ever. “Rachel, get me her on the phone ten minutes ago.” He turned. “Alexander, get something drawn up that prevents her from contacting either Gina or me for the next fucking lifetime. This ends right now.”“George, you can’t pay her!” I wrenched myself from his mom’s grip. “Don’t be so fucking stupid!”He br
I sat up, brushing hair from my face, and listened for any indication of him being around. There wasn’t any, so I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and made my way out of the room. The city lights flooded the front room, and I glanced at the clock. Three a.m. Where could he possibly be at this time? Something creaked in the direction of his office, and I walked down the hall to it. His door was cracked open slightly, and a gentle light from the television was flickering through the tiny gap. I wrapped my fingers around the edge of the door and eased it open, my eyes landing on his exhausted, shirtless figure. He was slumping over his desk, his fingers buried in his hair. His laptop was open in front of him, papers were scattered everywhere, some lying idly on the floor, and a desk light was illuminating the mess. “You should be in bed, asleep,” he mutte
It was ten in the morning and George still wasn’t up.That alone told me how much yesterday tired him. He was incapable of sleeping past six. Crazy man.I rocked my head from side to side. If I had any idea exactly what he was doing last night, I’d go into his office and finish it. As it was, I had no idea, so all I can was sit there like a freaking orange waiting to be juiced.I couldn’t read because my concentration wouldn’t last beyond a page. I had done my Candy Crush and Coin Dozer thing, and if I saw one more whining status post on Facebook, I’ll do one of my own.The sound of a phone ringing in his office cut through the silence, and I paused. Oh hell.I jumped down and ran into the room, barely blinking at the name on screen before answering. “Hello?”“Hello? Gi
“We are?” “Yes. You’re wearing my shirt again, and I believe it was some six hours ago I was promising to fuck you on my desk, so I suggest you get your ass into my office and hop up onto that desk pronto.” “You’re getting more demanding by the day, Mr. Stone.” I added some extra wiggle to my hips as I walked, and I was rewarded by a low growl of pleasure behind me. And punished with a sharp smack on my ass. “I never said anything about a demand. I’m requiring you get on my damn desk. Now move.” *** “Thank you.” George took a large envelope from someone and closed the door behind him. I watched from my slouched position on the sofa as he pulled a letter opener from the kitchen drawer and sliced the letter open. Because who doesn’t keep one of those in their kitchen?
