Chapter 31 Presley
He leads me quickly and quietly into his luxurious apartment and through the darkened halls, straight to his bedroom. “Wait here,” he whispers with a soft kiss pressed against my lips.
I hear voices and assume he’s letting Francine go for the evening. I set my bag down and take a deep breath.
Moments later, Dominic is back, and there’s a hungry, almost predatory look in his eyes. He closes the door and locks it before he turns on a small bedside lamp, giving the room a soft, romantic glow. Then without warning, he yanks me flush against him, his hungry mouth finding mine. His kiss is exactly as I thought it’d be, consuming and urgent and a little desperate. It mimics my exact emotions in this moment. His bulge presses into my hip like a steel bar, and my body aches in response.
We fall into bed, devouring each other’s mouths. Our hands are everywhere—clutching, caressing, tearing at clothes. I can’t get his pants off fast enough. My dress falls to the floor, leaving me bare.
With a husky growl of pleasure, he guides me to lie back on the bed so I’m displayed before him, ready for the taking. Suddenly, I realize that holy shit, this is actually happening. Dominic Aspen, my boss, the man who’s been driving me crazy for what feels like forever, is lying naked on top of me.
He’s going to fuck me. I’m about to lose my virginity.
Horny excitement flares in my stomach, and nervousness jitters along with it. My brain gropes for something clever to say but comes up empty.
I blurt, “H-hey there, big guy . . . that’s quite an erection,” and instantly regret it. What the heck is wrong with me?
But he doesn’t laugh at me or stare like I have two heads. He just purrs, “It’s all for you. Like it?”
I giggle, feeling a little less tense. “Way too much.” Enough that I lose my mind and start talking nonsense, evidently. “Who knew?”
His lips brush my ear, and his hot chuckle sends goose bumps down my neck. “Me.”
“Come on, you couldn’t have known all along.” Or was I really that obvious about it? Did I spend every day at work with a neon sign fuck me, dominic blinking on my forehead?Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
“I took a highly educated guess.”
Smug bastard. Then something else about work occurs to me. “Uh, I should’ve brought this up before, but what’s the company policy on fraternization?”
He blinks down at me, then bursts out laughing. “We’re naked in bed together, and you want to discuss that now?”
I laugh, too, at the ridiculous picture I must make and my own straitlaced habits. “I know, I know . . .”
“Don’t worry about it. I might be your lover here, but at the office, I’m your boss. I can compartmentalize.” He kisses me. “I value you for your work, and nothing that happens here will affect that.”
Then he’s sucking and licking my nipple, his fingers lightly touching between my legs, and I can’t think anymore, I can only whine and squirm for him. But I can’t make him go faster—he just keeps teasing me at his own pace. Every time I lift my hips into his touch, he merely watches me in curious fascination.
I let out an impatient huff. “H-how long are . . . you gonna keep . . .”
With an infuriating amount of calm, he replies, “I have to make sure you’re ready.”
I gasp. “I am. So ready.”
He grins down at me. “Hmm. That’s for me to decide.”
One thick finger slides into me, making me moan with pleasure. Then his thumb runs over my slick, swollen flesh, and I can’t help rocking my hips against his hand. The motion is slow and teasing.
As he keeps stroking, he eases another finger inside. “Still okay?”
With this one, I can feel myself stretch, but there’s no pain, only the hunger for more. “Yes, yes, just please—”
“Be patient, baby.”
A third finger enters me. Now it’s really a tight fit; there’s a tiny zing of pain along with the satisfying fullness. Even so, I rock into his fingers, eager to get to the main event.
The fingers slide out, and I stifle a disappointed noise.
He grabs a condom from his nightstand and rolls it onto his straining shaft. Then he ever so carefully fills me, his cock wonderfully bigger and hotter than his fingers as he slowly pushes inside.
A moan of relief escapes me, and I lift my hips up to meet him. It hurts a little, but so much stronger is the pleasure of finally, finally having Dominic inside me. It’s different than I imagined it would be. Better in every way possible.
Dominic gazes down at me with heavy-lidded eyes that are filled with his desire for me, and he makes a low sound that rumbles in his chest. He wraps my legs around his lower back and leans forward to kiss me, pushing himself even deeper, wringing a mewl from my throat.
I’ve never felt so blissfully full. And the pleasure intensifies a thousandfold when he withdraws slightly, then pushes back in. He sets a steady rhythm, each thrust stealing my breath.
“Y-you can go harder.” My voice comes out sounding strange, both dazed and hungry.
“I know I can.” His voice is a rough, hot rush in my ear. “If you want something, you have to ask for it, intern.”
Never one to back down, I tighten my calves around him. “Fuck me harder, then. Show me how you like it.”
With an exhale, he pumps his hips faster and I cry out, clawing at his shoulders, my legs struggling to clamp him closer.
Holy shit, this is sex? This series of mind-blowing explosions radiating from my core is what I’ve been missing out on for all these years? It’s better than I could have ever imagined. It’s hot and intense, and wet, and my brain scrambles in sixteen different directions.
“You feel incredible,” Dominic whispers, his voice coming out deeper. His possessive, burning gaze as he moves above me is almost as overwhelming as the sensation. “It’s so good to finally bury my cock inside you. I can’t lie—I’ve wanted you this whole time.”
“Me . . . too . . .”
Suddenly, I realize I’m going to come. I open my mouth to tell him, to say something, because don’t people do that? But it’s too late. I’m already whimpering and quaking, my body clenching around him in wave after wave of pulsing ecstasy.
When I open my eyes, still trying to catch my breath, he’s staring down at me like he’s very pleased about something.
“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” His teeth touch his lower lip. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”
“Then take me,” I say, panting.
He kisses me hard, groaning into my mouth, and oh God, I can feel his length throbbing inside me as he follows me over the edge.
For a minute, we just lie there in a tangled, damp heap. I don’t know about him, but I’m exhausted and still drunk on sex.
Brushing a gentle kiss over my lips, he murmurs, “We should probably get cleaned up.”
I don’t want to leave this afterglow, but I’m sure he’s right. After a quick visit to the bathroom, I’m back in his arms, curled up with my head on his chest, sated and so very happy.
It hits me then that I’m not a virgin anymore, but I don’t feel the least bit conflicted about it. No uncertainty, no confusion, no need or even urge to consult the cards. For once, my inner self rings through with crystal clarity. This feels right. Here in Dominic’s bed is exactly where I want to be.
We lie together in comfortable silence for a little while before Dominic finally lifts his head off the pillow to glance at the clock.
“I’m going to go check on the girls. You need anything?”
I yawn once and press my nose into his neck, enjoying the feel of his stubble against my cheek. “A glass of water, please.”
“Of course.” He presses a soft kiss to my temple. “Coming right up.”
I watch as my sexy-as-sin and just as complicated boss rises to his feet and tugs on a pair of sweatpants. Of course his sweatpants appear to be made of cashmere, which makes me smile. As if I could forget for one single second how sophisticated and wealthy he is.
He gazes down on me fondly once more before strolling from the room to check on his sleeping daughters.