I reach between us to unfasten her khakis, working at the button while she watches with heavy-lidded eyes. When I slide down the zipper, she makes a sound that’s half protest, halfencouragement. I push them to the floor, and she steps out of them after kicking off her shoes.
Her whispered name on my lips sends fire through my veins. “Radmir...”
I stroke her mound slowly, watching her face as pleasure builds in her expression. “This is what you’ve been trying to hide from me? This is why you’ve been avoiding me?” She’s so slick, so responsive, and the knowledge that I can affect her this way sends heat shooting through my veins.
The word comes out as a broken whisper. “Please.”
I circle her clit with my thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her buck her hips against my hand. “Please, what? Tell me what you need.”
She gasps out her confession. “I need... God, I need you inside me.”
The admission is all the permission I need. I free my cock from my pants with fumbling urgency, already hard and aching. She reaches for me without hesitation, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and stroking with deliberate pressure that makes me groan.
My voice is rough with need when I manage to speak. “Fuck, Danielle. Just like that.”
She pumps her hand along my shaft, sweeping her thumb across the head to spread the moisture gathering there. The dual sensation of her touch and the sight of her hand on my cock nearly undoes me.
I catch her wrist to still her movements. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
She nods frantically, lifting one leg to wrap around my waist. I guide my cock to her entrance, moaning at the wet heat against my tip. When I push inside with one swift thrust, we both cry out at the sensation.
Her sheath is impossibly warm and perfect around me. The angle allows me to go deep, and her inner walls flutter as she adjusts to my size. For a moment, we stay perfectly still, both breathing hard.
She whispers against my ear, urgent and needy. “Move. Please, just move.”
I pull back almost completely before thrusting home again, setting a rhythm that has her clinging to my shoulders and gasping my name. The hallway fills with the sound of our breathing, the soft impact of her back against the wall, and the rustle of fabric as we move together.
I increase the pace, whispering against her ear. “You feel incredible. So fucking perfect. I’ve missed this. Missed you.”
She responds by tilting her hips to take me deeper, the movement sending waves of pleasure up my spine. She’s getting close. I can tell by the way her breathing changes and her muscles start to tense around me. I slide my hand between us to find her clit, applying pressure that makes her arch against me. “Don’t fight it. Give in,lyschka.”
The added stimulation pushes her over the edge. She bites down on my shoulder to muffle her cry as she comes, her pussy convulsing in waves that threaten to pull me under with her. The sensation of her muscles contracting around my cock is almost too much to bear.
I follow her moments later, burying my face in her neck as my own release overwhelms me. For several heartbeats, we stay pressed together, both trembling from the intensity of what just happened.
When we finally separate, she immediately begins straightening her clothes with shaking hands. The practical nature of the gesture somehow makes what we just did feel even more forbidden.
“This can’t happen again,” she says without looking at me.
“You keep saying that.” That comment earns me a glare of censure as I adjust my pants and straighten my shirt, studying her profile. “Because you’re worried about your job?”
“It’s true I can’t afford to lose this job.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Isn’t it?” She finally meets my gaze, and I see something there beyond desire. Fear, maybe. Or guilt. “What happens when people start talking? When the other staff notices? When this affects your business?”
“Let me worry about my business.”
“Easy for you to say.” The bitterness in her voice surprises me. “You’re not the one who’ll be labeled the help who sleeps with the boss.”
“Is that what you think this is?”
She snorts. “What else would it be?”
I step closer, and she doesn’t retreat. “What happened four years ago… Was that just sleeping with the boss too?”
She flinches. “That was different.”
