When his teeth gently grazed her clit, she came, pulsing against his lips, waves of pleasure made so much better by the fact that someone other than herself controlled the sensations.
Before the orgasm subsided, Landon thrust a finger into her channel. Just one finger, but it had been such a long time, and she was so aroused and so desperate that she came again as he drew it back out, pressing it against the front of her channel.
His finger disappeared just as fast as it had been inserted, replaced by his tongue as he held her down and thrust into her. His lips were everywhere, teasing, tormenting. She would have arched or bucked, but his grip was too firm. And that fact also heightened her arousal and pleasure.
She wasn’t sure, but thought maybe two orgasms morphed into three before he finally released her. Her legs were spaghetti, shaking, but her sex was still pulsing, now grasping at nothing.
She heard the distinct sound of a condom wrapper, and then he tucked his hands under her arms and hauled her several feet across the bed. His body pressed against hers, and she felt his erection line up at her entrance. She hadn’t heard him take his pants off.
His hands landed on the sides of her head, sliding the blindfold up to her forehead. “I want to watch your eyes as I enter you.”
She nodded slightly.
“God, you make me so hot.”
She smiled.
“Slow and easy? Or fast and hard?”
“Fast and hard.”
Before she finished the last syllable, he thrust into her to the hilt.
She gasped, gripping his hips. “Oh, God,” she moaned.
He held her gaze. “Precious,” he repeated on a whisper. He kissed her gently. “You okay,” he muttered against her lips.
“Yes. Please… Sir.”
He groaned as he pulled almost out and then slid back in. He eased his hands under her arms and held her shoulders, his fingers curled over the tops. “It’s so fucking hot the way you dig your nails into me,” he breathed, and then he pulled out and thrust back in again.
She gasped. The fit was so tight after such a long dry spell. So good. Better than anything she could have imagined.
Landon held her gaze for a few more stokes, and then he thrust harder and faster, his head tipping back and his mouth dropping open. “Jesus…”
She tried to focus on his expression, but her own arousal rose again with every thrust, and before she knew it, she was coming around his length, moaning uncontrollably.
Her noises must have driven him wild because he picked up the pace, filling her over and over until he finally gave one last deep thrust and held steady, his breath caught in his lungs, his expression tight, his body jerking as he came.
The grip on her shoulders kept her right where he wanted her.
And she didn’t want to be anywhere else. Ever.
Chapter 7
Landon was breathing heavily as he set his forehead next to hers. He kept himself from crushing her with his huge frame, but it seemed he was losing control because his elbows where shaking.
She smoothed her hands up and down his back, wishing he would never pull out. The last few hours had been the most intense, best hours in her life. She didn’t want the bubble to burst.
Finally, he eased out. He gave her a quick peck and met her gaze. “Don’t move.” He pushed off the bed and padded away.
His ass was so damn fine, she couldn’t take her gaze off it. “So bossy,” she told the empty room.
“I can hear you,” he shouted from the bathroom.
She almost laughed. Of course he can.
When he returned a few moments later with a wet cloth in his hand, he was smiling. He kissed her nose and then eased her legs farther apart to gently wipe away the evidence of their sex. When he was finished, he pulled the covers over them and propped himself up on one elbow at her side, his hand drawing lazy circles on her belly.
“I am bossy, and you loved it,” he stated in response to her comment.
She flushed, scrunching her nose up. “No wonder you knew I liked you. You do have bionic hearing.”
He grinned. “It’s my superpower. That and making you come so hard you scream.”
“I didn’t scream,” she admonished, swatting him with her free hand.
He laughed. “They probably heard you down the street.” He kissed her nose again. “It was the most beautiful sound ever. You’re never that loud at work.”
“I’ve never had a man between my legs sucking me to orgasm at work,” she pointed out, trying to be forward.
“Glad to hear it. Let’s keep it that way.”
She groaned. “My boss is going to fire me.”
He chuckled. “Why do you say that?” His hand continued to stroke up and down her limp body.
“Because he doesn’t believe in sleeping with someone in the office,” she murmured.
He kissed her shoulder. “Let’s worry about that later. Sleep for a while.”
She eyes were growing heavy. “Aren’t you going to sleep?” The man was physically bionic as well. He was still propped up next to her, one cheek leaning on his palm.
“Nope. I’m going to watch you sleep. It’s something I’ve waited a long time to do. I don’t want to miss it.”
She tipped her head closer to his, unable to stop herself from dozing off. She was so sated. So happy. So tired.
Clara awoke with a start. She was too hot, and something heavy was weighing her down. When she opened her eyes, she gasped, a moment of shock making her think she was dreaming before she remembered this was real.
She was in Landon’s bed, and he was not only staring at her but he was cupping a breast, stroking his thumb over the tip. One of his legs was pinning both of hers down. That’s why she was so warm.
“You’re beautiful when you sleep,” he whispered before kissing her cheek and trailing a path to her lips.
“That’s eerie.”
“I like knowing I wore you out.”
“I’m not sure I like knowing you watched me sleep.”
“It’s only been about an hour. It’s not even midnight. I’m about to carry you into the bathroom so we can take a bath.”
“A bath?” This man was full of surprises.
“Yep.” He flung the covers off them and cradled her with both hands before lifting her off the bed and carrying her to the attached bathroom.
She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
When he set her on her feet, he kept a hand on her hip. Thank goodness, because her legs were wobbly.
She grabbed the side of his oversized jacuzzi tub. Divine.
Landon leaned over to turn on the water, giving her a view of his back. Her gaze traveled up and down, and then she gasped. “Shit, Landon.” Her hand went to the upper swell of his butt and then to his shoulder.
“What?” he asked as he glanced over his shoulder.
“I made nail marks all over you.”
He smiled. “Mmm. They were worth it.”
“I had no idea.” Her face heated.
He sat on the side of the tub and pulled her between his legs. Staring down at his naked body with his semi-hard erection was unsettling. His gaze went to her chest and then he set his chin between her breasts, his head tipped back. He winced slightly. “You aren’t unscathed yourself. You have bruises.”
She glanced down. Sure enough, she could see small faint purple circles on her breasts and shoulders.
“I guess that will keep you from wearing that tube top in public.”
She narrowed her gaze at him, fighting the smile. “I thought you liked the tube top.”
“Loved it. Incredibly sexy. You can wear it anytime you want, but only when we’re alone. I don’t want to be fighting men off you.”
She giggled. “Don’t tell me you’re the jealous type.”
“Unapologetically. I don’t share. Not even shoulders.” He kissed one for emphasis. “If I keep bruising them while I fuck you, you’ll keep them covered to avoid questio
ns.” He wiggled his brows.
She groaned.
He stood, climbed into the tub, and then took her hand to help her in.
She felt like the heroine in a romantic movie the way he sat on one end and settled her between his legs so that her back was against his front.
She reached for her hair, remembering it was a teased mess filled with hairspray from the Sandy costume. She pulled the clip out and set it on the side of the tub.
He kissed behind her ear. “You want me to wash it?”
She turned her face toward him. “Seriously?”
“Of course.”
“That would feel amazing.”
He reached for a bottle of shampoo and filled his palm while she slid forward far enough to tip her head back into the water. When she came back up, he massaged her scalp.
She moaned. “God, that feels good. You’re spoiling me.”
“Good. You won’t want to leave.”
She didn’t respond to that. In fact, she was trying not to think beyond each moment they spent in this apartment. It scared the hell out of her to consider what might happen tomorrow or the next day or, God forbid, Monday. This was ludicrous. She couldn’t possibly have slept with her boss. How was she going to face him Monday morning? Hell, how was she even going to leave here? The only clothes she had were not exactly fit for wandering around in public when it wasn’t Halloween.
“Relax,” he murmured. “You’re thinking too hard.” His hands smoothed down from her scalp to her shoulders, making her realize she had stiffened.
She dropped her shoulders, blowing out a breath. “Sorry.”
He helped her dip her head back to rinse the shampoo, and then the god of a man worked conditioner in next. “I know what you’re thinking. Stop. Enjoy yourself. It’s Friday night. We have two full days to worry about Monday.”
Did he intend for her to stay all weekend? She pulled in a long breath and let it out slowly. This was too good to be true.
When he grabbed the soap and started running it over her breasts, her breath hitched. Her nipples instantly stiffened.
He kissed her neck. “You’re so damn responsive. I’m going to love dragging you into my world.”
“What world is that exactly?” she inquired.
“The one where you let me control the bedroom and you enjoy it so much that you lose track of how many orgasms you have every time we have sex.”
She smiled. “I must say, I had no idea you had this side to you.”
His lips were on her ear again. “And I had no idea you would respond the way you have. I’m so fucking hot for you.” He lifted his hips slightly, pressing his erection against her butt. “I had hoped you would like to be dominated, but I couldn’t be sure.”
“Is that why you waited two years?”
He chuckled, his hands distracting her further as they smoothed down her body and between her legs. He grabbed both knees and lifted them over his thighs, spreading her wide.
She gripped the sides of the tub.
“Not entirely. You’ve heard my reasons. But yes, I was concerned about how you might react to my dominance. It’s part of who I am, and I never got a sign from you indicating if you were submissive.”
“I guess I didn’t know it either.”
“I get that. It’s refreshing too. I also meant it when I said I don’t believe coworkers should sleep together. It’s messy.”
“And yet…”
He leaned to one side and grabbed the nozzle that was still filling the tub, pulling it away from the tap. She hadn’t realized it was removable. He leaned her forward several inches, tipped her head back, and let the water run down her hair, rinsing out the conditioner. When he was finished, he eased her against his chest again. Finally, he responded. “Let’s worry about what’s going to happen in two days at a later time, okay?”
“Mmm.” It was hard to argue with him as she settled against his chest, letting her eyes slide closed. It wasn’t as if they could undo what they’d done, so what difference did it make if they continued to enjoy a weekend of sex?
Chapter 8
Clara was almost dozing, but then Landon angled the nozzle right over her nipple, making her flinch. She tried to swat him away, instinctively, but he pinned her arms at her sides under his, grabbed her breast to hold it steady, and let the spray hit right at her nipple again.
She moaned. “Landon…”
“Yeah? That’s almost as sweet coming from your lips as Sir.”
She squirmed. The more she fought him, losing the battle, the more aroused she became. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, but he lifted his knees, forcing them wider.
Her sex was completely exposed, her legs trapped on the outsides of his thighs, just like her arms.
And then he lowered the nozzle slowly, giving her time to realize what his intention was.
She tried to shift her body to one side or the other, knowing the spray was going to be intense, but she couldn’t move an inch. He had her completely pinned.
“Stop fighting it,” he whispered. “Let yourself go. Let me make you feel good.”
She tried to relax, but the second that spray hit her clit, she screamed. She had never felt anything like that in her life. It sucked the breath out of her. When he started tipping the nozzle back and forth, slowly flicking the direct spray over her clit again and again, she tensed, her hands flattening on his hips at her sides.
He used his other hand to stroke through her folds. “That’s it,” he whispered. “So gorgeous. Come for me,” he whispered into her ear. “Let it go. Let me watch you come apart, spread open for me.”
His words, coupled with that damn spray, pushed her higher and higher. She gritted her teeth, lifted her butt off the bottom of the tub, and then cried out as the orgasm washed through her.
The moment she came, Landon thrust two fingers into her tight sheath. He fucked her hard with those fingers, drawing out the orgasm until she was panting. She needed more, though, so she jerked her arms free and twisted to see his eyes. “I need you inside me. Let me straddle you.”
He kissed her lips, slid the nozzle back into its place, and turned off the water. The tub was very full as he lowered his legs to release her.
She scrambled to turn around, and then she was straddling him.
He grabbed her hips, stopping her when she would have slammed onto him. “I don’t have a condom.”
She groaned. “I don’t care. I’m on birth control. If you really haven’t had sex for as long as you’ve said…”
He shook his head. “I’ll never lie to you. I’ve had regular checkups.” He held her aloft still. “I’ve also never had sex without a condom in my life.”
For several seconds she held his gaze. “Me neither. Please. I need you. I trust you.”
Landon released the tight grip and slid his hands to her lower back. “All yours, baby.”
She didn’t waste a second lowering over him.
His head dropped back, his mouth open, his gaze on the ceiling. “Holy shit.” His body stiffened.
She started to lift back up, but he stopped her, his hands on her hips again, this time holding her down. “Clara. Baby. Give me a second.” He was panting.
She loved that she did this to him. The man who controlled everything they did in the bedroom. He was lost to her right now, unable to stop himself. She did this. Emboldened, she leaned forward, kissed his ear this time, and whispered. “Let it go. Let me have this with you. Let me watch you come apart this time.”
He blew out a breath and dropped his hands to his sides.
She used her heels to lift herself up and slam back down. It felt so good, but even better was the strained look on his face and the way he pursed his lips to keep from coming.
She brought her hands to his face, cupping his jaw, kissing his lips. “Come for me,” she demanded as she fucked him with as much thrust as she could manage in the waving water resistance.
Landon cried out as he came, his hands once a
gain going to her waist. He didn’t stop her, though. He simply held on.
She slowed as his breathing came back to normal, smiling at him as he blinked his eyes open. He licked his lips. His voice was husky when he spoke. “You unman me. You didn’t even come.”
“I didn’t need to. You’ve already squeezed so many orgasms out of me, I don’t think I even could. I wanted to watch you. Thank you for letting me. You’ve never let me see this vulnerable side of you before.”
A slow smile spread across his lips, and he pulled her against his chest, sliding his hand into the back of her hair to hold her cheek on his shoulder. “This thing is scary.”
“Yes,” she murmured. He wasn’t kidding. Inside, she was freaking out. Not just because of how he made her feel, but also because she was worried about what would happen to them.
Was he serious about them? If so, what would she do? She had visions of quitting before he could fire her. She had enough savings to get by while she applied for and found another job somewhere. She would miss working in the same building as Maddie, but she would live.
In fact, it didn’t matter what Landon had in mind, she couldn’t continue to work for him under any circumstances. Those days were over. They may or may not have something serious or permanent happening between them, but her employment for him was officially terminated. The only thing left was the discussion.
He had asked her to let it go and enjoy herself, so she would. She shook the worrisome thoughts from her mind again and focused on how damn good it felt to be held against his chest, his hand stroking up and down her back. Tomorrow. She’d think about the future tomorrow.
Chapter 9
Clara rolled onto her side, snuggling deeper under the covers while sighing into her pillow. Something was off, however. Her bed didn’t smell right. The sheets were softer than any she owned. And her body ached all over.
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