“I know. But whenever I see some man stare at you, I want to punch them in the face.”
“Tyler.”
His lips went to mine, and he kissed me. “I want you. This. This is what I want.” He kissed me again, taking my breath away each time our mouths came into contact. “I can’t think of anything when I am around you. You drive me crazy, and… I enjoy the feeling.”
He lifted me from the stool and onto the counter. He pushed my thighs apart and drew me forward, my groin hitting his when he did so.
“And when you kissed me, I realized that I wanted to do nothing more than taste you all day, every day.” His lips caressed mine, making me think he was about to give me a soft kiss, only to plunge inside my mouth with passion and ardor that matched the frantic nature of the afternoon. His hands were all over me as his tongue danced with mine. His cock nudged at my center. The garments between us, an irritating fabric border, he quickly demolished. My pants were the first to go, followed by his t-shirt, then my t-shirt, and then his pants. My hands ran down his chest, raking my fingers through the hairs on his chest, watching him groan as his eyes went dark with desire. But that was all the control he gave me before pushing my hands away from his body and claiming my lips again, doing away with my bra and slipping down to my center.
“Fuck. How long have you been wet?”
“Long enough to ruin your pants, probably.”
“Fuck,” he said against my lips as he replaced his fingers with his cock. His thrusts were hard, fast, and frantic. He drove into me as I held onto his neck. The counter was so slippery I was sure I would fall, but his grip was sturdy enough that I held on for the ride. And when I came apart, I locked my thighs aroundhis waist, wanting to keep him inside me as I milked his cock. But he was pushing me away.
“I’m about to come,” he said in my ear as he continued to thrust. “I can’t come inside you.”
At the last moment, he pulled away and spilled onto the kitchen floor. His groan was loud and guttural as he came. He milked the cum out of his cock and smeared it on my stomach. “Mine. You’re mine.” He collapsed on top of me. I accepted his weight and ran my hand through his hair as we both caught our breaths.
Burned carrots, broccoli, and cauliflower filled my nostrils. “I don’t think you can prove your cooking skills anymore.”
A guttural laugh burst from him as he lazily palmed my breast. “We can order takeout. There are other things I want to prove to you.”
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Takeout came thirty minutes later. It was from one of his favorite restaurants that I had only dreamed of dining in. We ate while talking about work. He really was serious about the changes.
“Do you need any help? I thought you’d be working with your partner when we hired you,” he said as we ate side by side on his couch naked. His request—he wanted to see me naked. It felt odd to discuss business with my boobs hanging out, but after getting comfortable, horniness took over me. I no longer cared. Tyler was just as aroused. His cock was slowly hardening even though we weren’t doing anything sexual.
“I’m okay. I’ve always worked alone. It’s much easier that way. It allows me to focus.”
“Well, it looks like you have it handled, anyway. Can’t wait to see the rooms when you’re done.”
“We’re done with one of them. I wanted to give you a tour so we could convince you of the changes, just in case the pitch didn’t move you.”
“But then I got distracted by other things.” His gaze traveled down to my breasts. Desire pooled at my center. His fiery gaze was hard to hold, and I turned away, feeling my cheeks heat.
“Can we eat?” I said. “You’re making me feel awkward.”
He growled but returned to his food. Once we were done, I got up to clear the dishes, but before I could barely make it to the kitchen, he encircled his arms around my waist, drew me back against his chest, and caressed his hands all over my front, from my boobs to my pussy. My neck dropped along his shoulder as he strummed my clit.
We had sex again in the kitchen. Then he carried me up to his bedroom, where we had an encore. He was just as relentless as he had been the first time we had sex. Only this time, instead of trying to prove something, he wanted to please me. I dared not think it, but he worshipped my body in a way that I did not expect. Once he started kissing me, he would not stop. He wanted to taste every inch of me, and he did. He devoured my pussy, bringing me to orgasm each time. And when he finally entered me, I could not believe how amazing he felt, even though he had been inside me a short while ago.
My initial plan was to leave and go to my place, but I ended up sleeping in his bed, limbs weak and jelly from a night of passion. And when the sun came the following morning, I was still too lazy to get out of bed until I remembered it was still a weekday and I had plenty of work to do.
Tyler was still fast asleep. He looked so serene that I didn’t want to wake him. Serene and innocent. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who had driven me wild the day before. I checked the clock. It was close to seven, and he didn’t seem like he had any intention of waking up. Was he one ofthose bosses who came into work late? It didn’t seem likely. If anything, I would bet Tyler would be in the office before everyone else.
I leaned over him, placing both my arms beside his chest, and kissed his fluttering eyelashes. But then a hand shot up, imprisoning my arm in a vice grip. “Morning.” His voice was gruff and sexy.
“You were awake!”
He opened his eyes. “You woke me.” He scanned my body with an intensity that brought fire to my gut. If we did what he had in mind, we would never leave this room, let alone this bed.
“It’s already seven. I have to leave, or else I’ll be late for work.”
His other hand went up to my cheek and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. “Do you have any meetings you need to attend?”
I shook my head.
