He pressed something on his phone and music started playing throughout the entire space. Jorge took my hand, and we started dancing, waltzing across the room just as we had done at my party. I allowed myself to rest my head against his shoulder, even though my intuition was telling me to pull away and go home.
Thank him for a beautiful evening and say that you have an early day tomorrow.
But I couldn’t.
The longer we danced, the harder I pressed my body against his. He was so tall, dark, and handsome, and any other woman in my position would have done the same thing. Hell, practically every woman he ever flirted withhaddone the exact same thing.
Ria.
I lifted my head, and our eyes met. But instead of pulling away, I let him lead me toward his bedroom, where we continued dancing to the romantic jazz playing throughout the penthouse. Every sway of his hips pulled me closer to him, and by the time the song transitioned into another one, I had lost all control of my senses.
“Jorge,” I whispered as our lips were merely inches away from each other.
“Yes?”
“I…”
And that was it. I leaned in to kiss Jorge, and as our mouths met, I fell backward onto his bed with him on top of me.
8
Jorge
Ginger’s body felt even more delicate than the last time we had made love. As I practically ripped off her hot-pink dress, all I could think about was how I’d told myself this wouldn’t happen again. Ginger simply wasn’t the friends-with-benefits type of woman, nor should she be. A woman of her caliber deserved to be wined, dined, and treated like a queen. But as she lay there on my bed wearing only her black high heels, all I could think about was being deep inside of her again.
My clothes carelessly fell to the floor as I slid out of them, refusing to let my eyes drift away from Ginger’s magnificent body. She leaned against the pillows, resting her head on top of them as I positioned my cock up against her pussy.
“Ginger,” I groaned before kissing her.
She let out a deep moan as I slid my shaft into her warm womanhood, before proceeding to wrap her legs around my waist. The only sounds in the room were of the bed creaking, her heels clacking together, and our lustful sighs of pleasure. I leaned back on my knees, grabbed her hips, and pulled her farther against my cock with every thrust of my body.
“God, yes, Jorge! Harder!”
I flipped her onto all fours, then started pounding her from behind. She didn’t seem like the type of woman to leave high heels on during sex, but that was what I was beginning to love. It was like getting a little surprise once you got back to the bedroom.
Ginger arched her back as she let out a massive moan, screaming so loud as she squirted all over my cock. Her juices drenched my dick as I slammed harder into her, my heavy, aching balls hitting her clit as I pounded away. I reached my arm around and rubbed her sensitive nub, which was growing in size by the minute. I had every intention of finishing that way too.
But Ginger had other plans.
She leaned backward, causing me to fall onto my torso as she rode me reverse cowgirl. Her gorgeous, plump ass cheeks bounced up and down as I stayed inside of her, grinding her wetness all over my pulsating cock. Then she pushed all the way back until our heads were right next to each other.
We looked into each other’s eyes as I kept pounding her, never pulling away as both of us climaxed at the same time. Her legs started shaking as my balls emptied into her core, and her screams of pleasure almost kept me hard for a second round. Unfortunately, my grueling work schedule had left me winded.
Ginger regretfully slid off of me, and we laid next to each other for a few moments. “Jorge, I…didn’t expect that to happen.”
I took her hand in mine and began rubbing her palm with my thumb. “Neither did I, Ginger. Neither did I.”
I woke up the next morning to Ginger sleeping on my chest, which felt so good that I didn’t want to move. And while I couldn’t predict what would become of our relationship, one thing was for sure—Ria had to go.
Sliding carefully out of bed so as not to wake her up, I tiptoed into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. Ria often acted as though she had balls bigger than mine, but that morning I would be putting her in place. I prepared my speech to her repeatedly in my head while the coffee brewed, and after guzzling a cup, I gave her a call.
Here goes nothing.
“Good morning, dear. How’s everything going in the States?”
“Cut the bullshit, Ria. I know you’ve been embezzling money out of the company.”
There was an incredibly long pause on her end, which was odd since Ria had never been shy with her words. “Jorge, it’s not what you think. If you hadn’t flown back to Miami without telling me, perhaps we could have discussed this over dinner. I know how much you love my lasagna.”
