Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Simon.”
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same thorough treatment while I squirmed beneath him, need building all over again. By the time he finally moved higher, I was desperate—aching and empty and craving the feeling of him filling me up.
He dragged his cock through my drenched, sensitive folds, coating himself in my arousal, and we both groaned at the sensation. Then he positioned himself over me, notching the head of his shaft against my entrance and nudging in an inch.
And stopped.
“Fuck.” His curse was barely audible, ground out through clenched teeth. His eyes met mine, and I saw frustration warring with desire. “I don’t have a condom.”
My teeth dragged across my lower lip, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I’m on birth control.”
“It’s been a while for me,” he said, his voice strained. “I haven’t been with anyone since my last physical which was months ago. I’m clean.”
“Same,” I breathed, trusting him completely. Then, before I could second-guess myself, I said, “Fuck me bare, Simon. I want to feel you inside me.”
Something primal flashed in his eyes at my demand. Without hesitating a second longer, he thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt and we both groaned and went still.
The feel of him—hot and hard and so deep—stole the breath from my lungs. He filled me completely, stretched me perfectly, and for a long moment, neither of us moved. Just… savored the sensation.
Simon’s hand tangled in my hair, tipping my head back to expose my throat. His tongue traced a hot path from my collarbone to my jaw, and I felt pinned down by him in the most delicious way—claimed, possessed, his.
I loved it.
He kissed me again, slow and deep, and began to move. Long, deliberate strokes that drew out every ounce of pleasure. He pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in, setting a rhythm that was maddeningly slow—controlled in a way that made me want to scream.
“More,” I gasped against his mouth. “Simon, please—”
He gave me what I asked for. His pace quickened, each thrust harder than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by my moans and his ragged breathing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned—a raw, desperate sound that made me clench around him.
“Fuck, you feel incredible.” His forehead pressed against mine, his eyes locked on my face like he wanted to memorize every expression I made. “So tight. So wet. So goddamn perfect.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. I was climbing again, that familiar tension building low in my belly, and Simon seemed to sense it. His hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling with expert pressure.
“Come for me, Raina,” he commanded, his voice rough and low. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
The combination of his words and his touch and the relentless drive of his hips pushed me over the edge. I came with a soft cry, my inner walls clenching around him as pleasure crashed through me in devastating waves. Simon’s rhythm faltered, his breath hitching, and then he was following me over, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he spilled inside me.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. We lay tangled together, hearts pounding, bodies slick with sweat, trying to remember how to breathe. Simon’s weight pressed me into the mattress, and I couldn’t bring myself to mind. I felt… safe. Satisfied in a way that went beyond the physical.
Eventually, he shifted, withdrawing carefully before rolling onto his back beside me. His arm curled around my waist, pulling me against his side, and I let myself be drawn in, my head finding the hollow of his shoulder like it belonged there.
Silence settled over us, warm and comfortable, but my mind was already churning. That was incredible. Simon is incredible. But where do we go from here?
I didn’t voice the question. Part of me was afraid of the answer. We’d crossed a line tonight that couldn’t be uncrossed, complicated an already impossible situation beyond repair. He was still my boss. We were still fake dating for Alexander. And now we’d slept together.
What did that make us?
I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, trying to sort through the tangle of emotions knotted in my chest. The warmth of Simon’s body beside me was reassuring, but it couldn’t quiet the doubts circling in my head.
“I’d like to stay,” Simon said softly, breaking the silence. “If that’s okay with you?”
I looked up at him, searching his face in the dim light. Who is this man? He wasn’t the same person I’d met that first day in his office—cold and demanding and impossible to please. There was something softer in his expression now, something almost vulnerable in the way he watched me, waiting for my answer.