by Dakota Gray
I pull out. “Turn around. I'm so close.”
I don't have to give her anymore directions for her to be on her knees in front of me. I slide the condom off. Her mouth goes on and I'm fucking lost. I have to bite down on my lip to keep from shouting as I explode.
She swirls her tongue around my head until I jerk back. I'm too sensitive for anything more. For a moment there's just our heavy breathing filling up the silence.
I meet her gaze. She has a hand over her mouth, a blush coloring her cheeks, but its her eyes getting to me. I want to sink into her and the emotion filling up her gaze. It's happiness. Pure. I don't think I've ever experience that emotion. Satisfaction, excitement, yeah—happy as though I'm light, I don't have a care in the world and contentment is my middle name...
Never, and definitely not after sex.
“What?” I rasp fear fluttering in my chest at her answer.
“I—” She drops her hand. “Duke, that was kind of dirty.” She sounds so scandalized.
That's not what I expected for her to say and the laugh falls out before I can catch it. An edge of relief is probably only noticeable to me. “Not even close, Kennedy. That was pretty PG.”
“PG?” She laughs now too.
I offer my hand so she can stand up. We're laughing after sex. This feels odd. “I think maybe we had too much to drink.”
She drops her gaze. “Maybe.”
I trail my finger over her chin. “Let's get you dressed.”
Her attention remains fixed to the floor. I do my best to not look like I just fucked someone on my desk. My desk can't do the same. Papers, folders and the like are shoved to the edge if not on the floor. In no time we and my office appears presentable and like...the sex never happened.
Now I won't bore anyone with details of what happened after this sloppy hamfisted fuck. She decided a sloppy drunk hook up didn't pave the way for a good healthy relationship. After a few minutes of her giving me the not-the-right-time speech, I agree once was enough.
For three years we put our heads down and worked toward our goals. She has her own business. I'm junior partner at Lance and Chase and one fucking step away from senior partner. Everything I've worked for in my life is right there in my goddamn reach.
Then something happened. Not sure what. All I know is that my life is a fucking shitshow now. There's not a corner of it I recognize. The only common denominator is a redhead with an ass that Satan handcrafted.
It's all her fault.
Everything.
I'll find a way to fix the things she fucked up in my life. I refuse to lose.
Before I do though I just want it on the record she begged for hard, more than once.
COMING SOON