Chapter 4 Murphy
MURPHY
Murphy had to stop and pinch himself. Was he really just about to have sex with Hillary? The idea of Murphy hooking up at an event like this was kind of a stretch; it wasn’t really his style. But the idea of him having sex with Hillary? Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would end up here.
After getting the condom from her purse, he crawled onto the bed. But as he started to crawl over her, her hand came to his chest and pushed him to his back before crawling over him. He watched in awe as this powerful woman straddled him.
Then she reached down and wrapped her hand around his dick before taking the condom from his hand and rolling it down over him. He hissed as she stroked him. Then she positioned him at her entrance before dropping down onto him.
"Fuck," he groaned as her tight pussy squeezed his cock. He reached up and grabbed her lush hips as she began to slowly rise and fall.
He could watch this all night long, the bounce of her tits, the lust-drunk look on her face, all while she felt amazing riding him. He was in heaven.
Her rhythm began to stutter as she got closer. He just gripped her hips tighter and began to buck into her. The powerful movement forced her up. Her eyes got big as she looked down at him, surprised by his show of strength. He just cocked his eyebrow and grinned at her.
With one hand, she gripped the headboard, and with the other, she touched herself while he bucked into her. Then her face contorted as she screamed out. Fuck, he almost followed her right over the end, but he wasn't quite ready for this to be over.
He held her hips close as he maneuvered her onto her back. She gave a little huff and looked at him.
"You're good at this, Rookie," she said with an approving gaze.
Why did that feel like the best praise he'd ever gotten?
He started pounding into her as her fingers dug into his back, hanging on.
He couldn't seem to stop himself. No one had ever felt this good.
And when she said that he's made her feel good, he couldn’t help but lose his mind. At that thought, he shuddered and came.
He collapsed, propping himself up on his elbow, panting into her neck before those pants turned into tender kisses.
"Wow, I was not expecting that," she said as she caught her breath.
"Well, I aim to please," Murphy said as he moved to discard the condom.
When he got back to the bed, she was still lying there, but had her arm draped over her face. The giant smile that stretched across her face filled him with pride. He did that.
He moved to get into bed with her. If she was up for it, they could have another round in a little bit. But when he climbed into bed and tried to snuggle her, she moved and got out of bed and went to the bathroom herself.
But when she got back, she started to get dressed. He cocked his head as she tried to slip back into her little black dress.
"Whatcha doin, Boss?"
"What?" she asked, looking at him like she had no clue what he was talking about.
"Come snuggle me, and maybe we can have a repeat."
She bit her lip while taking in his long, lean, muscled body stretched out on the bed. He absolutely did not flex trying to coax her back in because that would be silly. Then she shrugged and got back in bed with him, and he wanted to cheer.
"Scoot over," she said, climbing back to bed.
He scooted over ever so slightly, but spread his arms wide as she climbed back into them.
The ease of it all took him by surprise.
If he were honest with himself, he'd always been a little intimidated by her.
She was beautiful, put together, and could control a room with the arch of an eyebrow.
So the fact that he'd just seen her fall apart made him feel like they were in on a secret.
He leaned down and kissed her. This wasn't like the kisses they'd shared before, drunk on passion. No, this was sweet and tender. She stilled beneath his touch. He thought for a second she was going to stop him, until she kissed him right back.
The next morning, Murphy woke up to a scuffle at the foot of the bed. Hillary was dressed and trying to slip out.
He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eye. "Where are you going?"
"I'm just heading home."
"Without saying goodbye?"
"Well, I was hoping I could end this drunken hook-up with a little dignity intact, but it would seem I'm not that lucky."
His face paled. "You were drunk? I asked—"
"Don't worry," she said as she casually slipped her phone into her purse. "You didn't take advantage. I wanted it, but now it's done. And Rookie . . . you really are good at it," she said, flicking her gaze to him with a casual smirk.
What was happening? This is not where he saw this going?
He moved to get out of bed before realizing he was still naked. "Give me a minute. I can take you home . . . or buy you breakfast . . . or something."
"Don't worry about it. My car’s here. We're good."
His shoulders slumped. "Are we?"
"Are we what?" she asked as she slipped her shoes on.
"Are we good? I don't usually do this."
She finally stopped and looked at him before a small smile crossed her face. It was a sweet smile, the kind of smile he'd never seen on her face before.
"Yes," she said as she moved to the bed and brushed his hair out of his face. "We are good. We had a fun night, and now we are going back to being work friends."
"Work friends?" he asked.
She nodded as she bit her lip, taking him in.
"Work friends," he said, even though the words sounded foreign in his mouth. "I can do that."
"Good. See you at work, friend."
"I'll see you there, boss."
At that, she turned and slipped out of the room.
He collapsed back on the bed with a sigh.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed.
He was hoping that something might be happening between them.
But if this was just a one-night thing, that's what it was.
As much as he wanted to run down the hallway and bring her back into bed and order some room service and make her come again until it was time to check out, that wasn't what she wanted.
He would respect that.
He closed his eyes and blew out a long, slow breath before laughing to himself. He'd just hooked up with Hillary. Even if it was a secret, it was a delicious secret that would have him stealing second glances for a long time to come.
As the quiet room settled around him, the scent of her still lingered on his pillow. He went back to sleep thinking about her.