“Pizza?” Erica asked. “I’ve been craving it all week. I know billionaires probably prefer more upscale …”
“Papa John’s is on speed dial,” he informed her with a grin as he pulled onto the road. “I know a place.”
***
“I’ve just never seen it done before,” Erica insisted, walking alongside Brock with a slice of pizza in her free hand, just like he had one in his from his favorite food truck.
He drew her a little closer to his side and took a bite of his soy-sauce dipped pizza. “So it’s not traditional,” he said with his mouth full. “Who cares? Best stuff ever. You should try it.”
She gave him a skeptical glance and took a bite of her own slice as they meandered through a park, the trees just starting to cast shadows.
It had been like this for the last 45 minutes, from the drive to the food truck to the park. Sizzling with chemistry, even as they talked about everything. Brock had learned more about Erica’s background in those 45 minutes than he had in all the time she’d been working with him, and his admiration had only grown as he found out how she’d worked her way through college, paying both her own bills and her father’s medical bills somehow simultaneously. He’d even shared some of his own story, which he didn’t talk much about, growing up with two less than doting parents, leaving home young and clawing his way up to his current position in the financial world.
“Tell me one more time,” Erica urged, and he laughed. In the midst of telling their life stories, she’d also found time to press him about how exactly Bitcoin worked.
“Each transaction is associated with a hash. In a block, each transaction hash is also hashed, sometimes more than once, and the final product is the Merkle root. It’s the root of the hash of all hashes—”
She groaned. “Leaves. Nodes. Roots. Whoever created the system had a tree fetish!”
Brock grinned, fully aware that as smart as Erica was, she’d understand the complexities of cryptocurrency before long. At least—as long as she stuck with him. The thought that she might not left a foul taste in his mouth and he stepped in front of her, stopping her in mid-step.
Confused, Erica looked up, and he spotted a hint of pizza sauce and cheese on her soft, full lips.
“You make me crazy,” Brock said simply, and leaned down to kiss those small traces of her dinner away. He’d meant it as a simple tease, but the moment their lips brushed, the game ended.
He tossed the remainders of his pizza slice into a nearby trash can and slid his arms around Erica’s slender waist, pulling her tightly into him and deepening the kiss. Her soft moan drove his hunger even higher and he tangled his fingers in her hair, sliding his tongue in between her sweet lips to meet hers.
“Soy sauce …” she whispered, as he almost lifted her onto his hips to get closer. “Not so bad …”
Groaning with delight and laughing simultaneously, Brock cupped her cheek and urged her into an extended dance, lips, tongues, and teeth melding with a passion that had been just below the surface between them for so long.
His hand slipped from her waist and reached back to palm her ass possessively, pulling her forward so there was no question at all about his desire for her. Erica gasped and rocked her hips into his, tipping her head so Brock could blaze a fiery trail along her jaw and throat.
“Home,” she finally whispered, after uncounted time had passed with her hands all over his back, his chest, his own backside, and his lips had devoured as much as humanly possible with the fabric still frustratingly between them. “Take me home, Brock. Then … take me.”
She didn’t have to ask twice, but the walk to the car would have been a lot faster if their arms hadn’t remained around each other and Brock hadn’t kept stealing tastes of those gorgeous breasts, tracing their softest skin with his tongue wherever possible, feeling them arch up into him as Erica gave herself over willingly.
“So beautiful,” he whispered when they were finally forced to separate at the door to the Lexus. He trailed a finger down her flushed cheek, to the swollen fullness of her lip.
It seemed that the pause gave Erica a moment to worry, because she finally asked the question Brock sensed she’d been wondering about for a while. “What happens after?”
“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “I’m not into commitment, Erica. I can give you tonight. And I can promise this won’t affect the workplace at all. You have my word.”
It was a lie, they both knew, but she seemed to accept it and nodded, leaning in for one more hungry kiss before Brock got into the car and pushed every speed limit back to her place.
Chapter 9
Erica could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she unlocked the door to the apartment and allowed Brock in. He walked inside and she took a second to appreciate the firm, muscular planes of his back and the tight curve of his ass before walking in and closing the door.
“Nice place,” he said huskily, gesturing around. “Those are yours, I’m guessing?” As he spoke, he walked over to an abstract painting of the L. She’d told him tonight about her painting, and he’d listened carefully, it turned out, as he commented, “This is the one you said you painted after you and Joseph called it quits.”
It was. She’d always painted as a hobby, going as far as having a few very small shows, but the breakup with her year-long boyfriend had triggered a painting spree, where Erica had repainted many of the places that had somehow been “theirs,” finding her way back to a mentality where the places were generic and not quite so personal anymore.
“Yeah. Because that was the first place he ever kissed me, on the train,” she explained, unaccountably nervous as Brock assessed her work.
“It’s really good,” he said quietly, and turned to look at her. The admiration she saw in his gaze, alongside the hunger, made Erica want him even more. “I’d like to kiss you on a train. Or anywhere else, for that matter. But kissing you right here is a good start.” He crooked his finger and Erica took a slow breath and walked over, turning her back toward him as she did.
“I was wondering if you might give me a hand with getting the back of this dress unzipped,” she murmured, casting a glance over her shoulder. “The last thing I want to do is tear it …”
Brock’s jaw dropped slightly. Then his eyes flashed and she saw him commit fully to the game. And that was exactly what this was, she decided, as he moved over to her, turning her around with light fingertips on her back that nevertheless made her skin almost burst into flames. They were playing a game, and she had no idea what the rules were. And fuck it, for once, she could not have cared less.
She turned around, and he unzipped the back of the garment, exposing her skin until she was covered in goosebumps. Then he leaned forward and buried his face in the back of her neck. Erica moaned.
He kissed her lightly, working his way up and down her neck, reaching around the front of her with his other hand as he did so, lightly cupping her breast in his hand. His big hand covered her completely, palming and kneading, lightly rolling her erect nipple until she was panting with need, before he finally snapped the clasp on her bra and let it fall away, replacing it once more with his hand, but this time skin on skin.
“Fuck,” Erica moaned, letting her head fall back against his shoulder. “Just like that, Brock …”
Instead, he turned her to face him and kissed her hard before pushing the fabric from her shoulders and staring down at her breasts with such overt hunger that a rush of heat flooded between Erica’s legs, making her tremble.
“So fucking perfect,” he growled, leaning down to rain kisses all over her neck, shoulders, and clavicle, until she thought she’d scream from need. As he did, she undressed him at a frantic pace, needing to have her own hands and lips on his perfect skin. Just as she pushed his shirt from his body, Brock finally lowered his mouth to her left breast and began a slow, hungry ravishing. His mouth was utter magic, working her nipple in a way that made Erica see stars.
She tangled her
hands in his hair and let her head fall back, moaning unabashedly as Brock continued to devour her unhurriedly before suddenly sweeping her into his arms.
She gasped in total surprise, holding on tight as he bore her to the closest flat surface, which turned out to be the couch.
Sprawling out on it with her on top of him, Brock drew her into a heated kiss as his hands moved over her body, sliding between her legs to stroke her soaking heat, filling her first with one finger, than another.
“Ride my fingers, baby,” he murmured, as he lifted her higher to kiss the undersides of each breast, trailing towards her stomach with every searing touch.
She did, grinding down, her gasps turning into moans, which turned into cries of pleasure as, just with his fingers, he seemed to reach deeper than any other man ever had.
“Are you going to come just like that?” Brock asked, using his free hand to squeeze her ass firmly, making Erica shudder even more.
“God … yes …” she cried, eyes almost rolling back in her head as he rocked the heel of his hand against her clit.
“I want to see you,” he urged, and the look of rapt desire on his face send Erica over the edge, crying out with pleasure over and over until she sagged forward over him, coming to rest on his perfect chest.
“I’m going to watch that happen several times again tonight,” Brock murmured in her ear after she’d come down slightly from her high, his hands still roaming over her, this time from shoulder to ass and then back up once more. She shivered pleasurably when he playfully spanked her just slightly, and he chuckled.
“If you like that, there’s plenty more, baby.”
She could feel him beneath her, his heavy cock still in his pants, straining to break free. “I get a turn first,” Erica murmured, sitting back and kissing him slowly as the fall of her hair created a curtain around them for a long minute before she climbed off the couch and took Brock’s hand.
Somehow, they found their way to the bedroom, kissing every other footstep. When they got there, Erica guided him to sit and then knelt before him.
“Fuck,” Brock whispered, before she’d even touched him, and she smile as she reached for the zipper of his pants, easing it open and then shoving his pants and briefs down. He sprang free, every bit as large and thick as he’d felt when she’d been lying over him.
Erica licked her lips in anticipation and pressed a teasing kiss just to the head. Brock’s dark groan almost killed her initial plan to go slow, but she managed to hold onto a thread of her original intent, teasing him in slow stages by curling her tongue around him, pumping him firmly with his hand while she kissed his slit and lightly cupped his balls, rolling them in her hand. Then, as his breathing grew labored and his cursing grew louder, she parted her lips and drew her into her mouth.
“Shit! Erica!” Brock cried out, which only encouraged her further as she took him deeper, feeling her cheeks stretch with his width as she gradually worked her way all the way down to his base.
When she had him all the way in and he was cursing a heady blue streak, she drew back and took him completely in again, then again, alternating sucking with deepthroating, humming softly to add to his pleasure.
Brock shuddered and bucked under her, lacing his fingers through her hair and guiding her movements lightly, whispering garbled words of need that mostly came out “Fuck … fuck … fuck … so fuckin’ hot … so fuckin’ tight …”
She reveled in the combination of her power over him and the way he dominated her with his hands occasionally, forcing her to take him deeper when he got frantic.
As she felt his balls draw up and begin to tighten, she drew back, letting his cock go with a wet, regretful pop.
“Next time you can come in my mouth,” she promised, standing on shaky knees to kiss him hard. “Right now, I want you inside me, though.”
She didn’t have to ask twice.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Brock rasped, and Erica hurried to do so, shuddering as she felt him climb up behind her on the bed, felt his big body position itself around hers, and then felt the huge head of his cock nudge against her sex.
She groaned at the feeling, then yelped as his palm descended on her ass, slapping her firmly. “You want this, baby?”
“Yes!” she cried out, and he spanked her again.
“How bad? Tell me.”
His palm descended again, making contact lightly but firmly, massaging, retreating, then descending once more as Erica cried out in incoherent pleasure, pleading for him.
When it appeared she’d satisfied Brock with her desire, the spanking stopped and he spread her legs. In one hard thrust, he sheathed himself within her and Erica screamed this time, jolting forward under the force of being impaled on his huge cock.
“YES!”
“Perfect,” he groaned, setting up a brutal pounding rhythm, raining soft bites all over her neck and shoulders as he took her hard. “You’re so tight around me, Erica. You’re taking all of me, baby, and you’re still so tight … fuck … yessssss …”
He built their pleasure higher and higher, until Erica’s throat was nearly hoarse from screaming her need. Then, as she felt his thrusts begin to get ragged, he reached around and rubbed her clit, hard, and she came apart beneath him, crying out his name in the most violent orgasm she’d had in her life.
He was right behind her in more ways than one, groaning her name as he spilled deep, deep inside her.
They lay still like that for a long, endless moment, while Erica’s sight finally returned after she’d been completely blinded by pleasure.
And then Brock’s mouth was at her ear again, and he was whispering, “You’re amazing,” before slowly withdrawing and collapsing onto the bed just as Erica did, rolling onto her back to get her breath.
Then they lay there in quiet silence that rapidly grew awkward.
And that’s that … Erica thought as Brock rolled out of bed abruptly.
“Sorry, I’ve got to grab a few things in the morning for work, so it’s going to be a lot better if I just sleep there. I hope that’s okay?”
Erica nodded, masking her disappointment. “Of course. See you tomorrow.”
And all at once, he was gone. Erica sighed. She didn’t know how she felt at that moment, and wondered if it was how all women felt after they had sex. She wasn’t a virgin, but it was the first time in her life she had had an orgasm. In fact, he had given her two orgasms by the time he had finished, and she felt more satisfied than she had ever felt in her entire life.
But she had to force herself not to think of what Meagan had said to her the other day. She had told her that it was perfectly fine that she was taking the money because she wasn’t sleeping with him—and now she was.
Or was she? Was this a one-time thing, or were they going to start having sex with each other regularly? She didn’t want to get in over her head, but she also didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize her position at work, or her reputation in the world.
There were so many thoughts and emotions running through her mind, and she didn’t know which ones she should follow. She had had sex with her boss, and she was flat out falling for him too. No amount of denial was going to change either fact, and she was going to have to get up and go to work the next day, trying to function as she always did without bringing up what they had just done tonight.
But then she thought about what they had just done—and how badly she wanted to do it again.
Chapter 10
Brock didn’t know what had happened to him, but he couldn’t get Erica off his mind. The night after they had sex he had gone home and slept. Finally, he had slept. And he had woken up feeling refreshed. He couldn’t believe he had finally had sex with the woman he had been yearning for for so long, and it felt good.
Part of him was worried that she was going to regret what she had done when she woke. He grabbed his phone, worried that there was already a message on it saying that she wasn’t happy about the night before, or
that she wanted to speak with him.
But his phone only held messages that were about work, and he dismissed them all.
He got up and showered, thinking about everything they had done the night before. It didn’t matter what he did, Erica was on the front of his mind, consuming every single spare thought that he had, and he was glad. For the first time ever, he regretted leaving a woman’s bed and apartment. But he couldn’t have stayed, obviously. This wasn’t a relationship. He wasn’t sure if it was a one-night stand, or one that would turn into several, but it still was no girlfriend, boyfriend thing. He didn’t play that game, and he’d been clear about his lack of interest in commitment.
Once he got out of the shower, he walked back over to the bed. At the back of his mind, he knew that it would be the right thing to do to send her a text. It had been a great evening, even beyond the sex. A nice guy sent something the night after. But when he pulled up his phone, his mind went blank.
Finally, he just sent, Thinking of you. After he sent it, he second-guessed himself, which Brock rarely did, and continued to do so as he got dressed and started the drive to work. There were too many ways the message could be misread. It sounded deeper and more intimate than he’d intended. But it also seemed shallow, not even mentioning the particulars of the night.
All the way to work, Brock thought about her, and even wondered what her eyes would be like when they woke and were hazy with sleep. Just wondering that scared the crap out of him, because one thing Brock didn’t do was morning-after scenes. Never had. Never intended to. Waaaay too intimate.
Commitment scared him. He’d seen how his parents had torn each other to pieces, and he wanted no part of that pie. So how to let Erica know that she was special, and last night had also been, without letting on how much she’d rocked him completely, therefore giving her ideas and making himself vulnerable? There had to be a way. Brock excelled at blazing paths where there were none to be found.
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