Chapter 31
Never Enough
SARAH
We stepped out from behind the tree, slipping quickly down the corridor. I prayed no one had seen us, but in that moment, I felt too much urgency to care. We had to stop several times in the stairwell to kiss, and once, he slid his hand between my legs. When I moaned, it echoed through the space.
“No noise yet, baby girl,” Jamie said, though he didn’t stop fingering me.
With his thumb against my clit, delicious pressure built again fast. “Oh… God, oh Jamie… I’m going to—”
But Jamie withdrew his fingers at the last minute. “Not yet.”
I grasped his shoulders, my whole body screaming for him. “Cruel!”
“I want to see you come on my cock.”
I almost came just at those words.
We passed a couple talking by another room on my floor, but I no longer cared who saw us.
We crashed through the door, then left a trail of clothes all the way to the bed. When we were finally both naked, he pulled me on top of him. “It’s better like this. You can control how much you take.”
With my legs straddling him, I ran my hands over the curls on his chest. “You’re a gorgeous man, Jamie Reilly.”
He was more than that—he was generous, even in his domination. He knew what I wanted and how much. He cared about my pleasure and comfort.
He cared about me. My heart threatened to burst right there.
“I’m not gorgeous,” he said softly. “I’m a speck next to you.”
The warmth spread wider, taking my breath away. Jamie.
He was a good man under that hard exterior. The best man. I wanted to stroke his face, to tell him everything I was thinking.
But I also wanted to feel him inside me.
Jamie reached up to hold my breasts, tugging possessively at my nipples, and suddenly, nothing but the feel of him—the feel of us—mattered.
I held my breath as I hovered over him, then took the tip of his massive cock into me. While I was wet and so very ready for him, pain still shot through me at the first stretch.
“You okay?” Jamie’s face was etched with concern.
I nodded. “It hurts. But it feels good, too.” It seared, but pulsed with pleasure. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
He brought a hand up to my jaw. “We can stop anytime.”
I looked into Jamie’s eyes. “No.” I pressed my hands against his chest, preparing to sink farther onto him.
Jamie’s hands slid down to my hips, holding me steady. “Breathe, baby.”
I did. I breathed, loosening my body and lowering another inch. I started gritting my teeth as the stretch increased, but Jamie took a breath, massaging the spot next to my hips, and I loosened once more, slipping farther.
“Oh God,” I said as I pulled up and then down to where I was again.
“There’s no hurry,” Jamie said.
“I… Am I—”
Jamie, as I was starting to appreciate, immediately sensed what I needed.
“You’re taking me so well,” he said. You’re doing so good.”
How long had he been reading my thoughts? It was like I thought something and he responded. Like he was acutely aware of my needs. Like he’d do anything and everything to make me comfortable and happy. And I wasn’t just thinking about sex.
With my hands nestled in the dusting of hair on Jamie’s chest, my heart beating wildly, my mind flashed to this consultant we had at the office a few months ago, who constantly interrupted me mid-sentence.
The first time he did it in Jamie’s presence, I snapped my mouth shut, worried I was going to scream.
I was embarrassed I hadn’t put a stop to it before my boss saw.
Jamie, meanwhile, said the guy’s name. Just once, with that zero-patience tone I thought he only used with me.
The guy immediately shut up. But when he did it again a few minutes later, Jamie cut the meeting short.
That was the last meeting with him—the guy’s contract ended early about shifting priorities.
Jamie—before this weekend, anyway—spoke to me like he wanted to end our interactions as quickly as possible. But that tone he used, I realized now, wasn’t the same as the one with that man.
Now, seeing my boss grip my hips, and in his gaze the softest look of patience—along with an intense expression of restraint, it hit me like a gut-punch.
He’d been taking care of me this whole time.
A regular meeting that I mentioned in passing was tough for me to get to was moved earlier, someone saying something about a new conflict on Jamie’s calendar.
That time I mentioned to Seamus that I hated having to print blueprints offsite and the next week, a ten-thousand dollar plotter appeared.
We’d had that conversation right outside Jamie’s office.
“The peppermints,” I whispered, stopping moving. I slid off of him, resting on the length of his shaft.
Jamie frowned. “What’s that, sweetheart?”
“There are peppermints in every boardroom. There was a bowl of them here at my talk. Whenever I need to speak publicly, they happen to be there. I never told you they calmed me down.”
Jamie swallowed, but didn’t deny it.
I thought of the photos in the boardroom with the stars overhead, the ones that Seamus said had been put up just before I started. Of the thousand little things I thought were just happy coincidences.
He noticed. He saw the things I struggled with.
My hand slid to my mouth as I realized even in my personal life, things magically got better when I mentioned them at the office.
The landlord who suddenly wanted to fix my malfunctioning shower and seal the windows when I complained about them at work.
The garage suddenly having time to fix my brakes.
Jamie knew people in town. He could get things done.
Jamie had been making my life easier, even when I thought he was making things worse. The happy, easy life I had—except for him—was because of him.
My throat felt tight.
Jamie’s eyes were on me, so tender.
“I never want life to be hard for you, angel. I make it hard enough.”
I swallowed hard, willing myself not to cry during sex.
That would be a new low. But I was grappling with the biggest reversal I’d ever known.
My boss, the man until yesterday I thought hated me, the one a year before I would have called my best friend—the man who I tried to tell myself I hadn’t fallen for that first year we were together—I was pretty sure he loved me.
“Thank you,” was all I could manage.
But Jamie shook his head as he stroked my face, tucking my falling hair behind my ear. His voice was gruff as he said, “None of it makes up for the pain I caused you.”
“It definitely moves you up in the rankings,” I whispered.
He chuckled, but his smile fell away as I rose, notching his tip at my entrance once more.
I took a breath, making a conscious effort to unclench my muscles all the way as I sank down onto him again, this time going as far as I could manage.
The pain was mostly gone now. It was all pleasure, gliding across my whole lower half, filling me with heat.
“Okay,” I said, eyes closed, lifting off of him again.
“Okay?”
“I’m ready,” I said. “I want it all.” I wasn’t sure if I was talking about this, or some mythical future Jamie and I could have. For a moment, I let myself believe it was both, even if our future was uncertain.
Or impossible.
“You sure, angel?” Jamie rasped.
“Yes. I can take it.”
He gripped my hips tight, preparing to lower me more.
But suddenly, I didn’t want him to take his time.
“Give it all to me,” I said. “Right now.”
I was being demanding, but I didn’t care. I was ready for him. I’d been ready for so long.
When I opened my eyes again, I fixed him with a haughty look. A challenge.
Jamie’s eyes narrowed, his lips twitching.
“What?” I said. “Are you worried? Think I don’t mean what I say?”
He made a grunting noise, and in one quick move, with me squealing, he’d rolled us around, pinning me to the mattress. “Sarah fucking Cooper,” Jamie growled, lacing his hands into mine. All that soft tenderness was tucked away as he said, “I think you’re forgetting I’m the boss.”
“Not anymore,” I pushed back. I bit my lower lip, taunting him with a grin.
Jamie’s jaw popped, his eyes dancing. “You’re right, sweetheart. In that case, this time, I want to hear you scream.”
He plunged his full length into me.
“Oh God!” I screamed, unable to bluff as I was filled so completely I nearly gagged. “Jamie!”
“Fuck,” he groaned, dragging out the word. “Sarah, Jesus…”
His full lack of restraint thrilled me almost as much as the sensation. I was filled to the brim with pleasure and need. I gripped his arms with my fingers, knowing I was probably going to leave marks.
“Are you okay?” he managed.
When I nodded, unable to speak, he withdrew and thrust into me again, tilting his hips. “You’re taking me so fucking well, sweetheart.”
I let out a base sound as he bottomed out inside of me. It was a sound I’d never heard myself make. But Jamie was eliciting new sensations, and a new want that felt feral. Animalistic.
“Do it again,” I gritted out, hooking my legs around his thighs.
Heat flared in his gaze. He pulled out, and slammed into me again.
I cried out. “More!”
“Good girl,” he gritted as he withdrew and thrust in again. “Such a good girl.”
I lifted my hips to take him. “Harder.”
Jamie growled and lifted one of my legs up, pinning it to my chest.
Then he did exactly what I wanted to. He pistoned into me, sweat running down his temple, his jaw locked as I cried out. He had to cup his arm over the top of my head so I didn’t slam against the headboard.
“That better, baby? You getting fucked as hard as you want?”
“Yes!” I screamed as my boss pummeled me into the mattress.
After a minute, he slowed, cursing. “I’m going to come, angel. And I don’t want to come yet.”
“Why not?”
“I need to hear you really scream,” he said. He dropped his hand down between us, his fingers reaching my clit.
Pleasure throbbed from my clit. Between this and the weight of him inside of me, I was going to come almost right away.
Somewhere in the background, a buzz sounded, and as he worked me to nearly the edge, Jamie met my eyes. “That’s yours,” he grunted. “Probably some guy from downstairs, wondering where you got to.” He grinned, sweat running down his temple.
“Probably.” I gasped, arching against him.
“He probably wanted to buy you a drink.”
“Maybe. You jealous, Jamie?”
He thrusted so hard I saw stars. “Yes.”
I was this close to coming. “What if I wanted to”—thrust—“fuck him instead.”
Jamie took my mouth against his, biting down on my lip enough for me to feel the tiniest nip of pain.
“Too bad. This pussy’s mine now.”
The phone buzzed again, and he grasped one of my breasts, bouncing with each thrust. “You’re mine.”
“Slap it,” I whispered.
“What?”
“Where you’re holding. Slap it.”
I’d seen it on the WomenVibe site. This guy had gently slapped his wife’s breast as he fucked her. I never would have thought I liked it, but it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I’d fantasized about Jamie doing it to me, just like this.
“Naughty girl,” Jamie said as he got onto his knees. He pulled me until my ass was on his lap, never pulling out.
Then he gave me what I wanted.
He slapped my breast with just the right amount of pressure as he grasped my thigh with his other hand.
“You like that?”
“Again,” I breathed, clenching around him.
He slapped it again. Then again. The side of my breast stung.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he gritted out as he thrust into me again.
“I love it when you hurt me,” I said. “Just a little.”
“Fuck,” he said. “It’s better…” He leaned his head back. “Better than I ever imagined, baby.” He gripped both of my thighs now. “All the times I pictured it. It was nothing like this.” He peered down at where our bodies joined.
“I wish I could see,” I said.
He paused suddenly, eyes on me. Then he pulled out.
I cried out at the sudden shock of losing that pressure. He got off the bed and pulled me up. “Come with me.”
Jamie led me into the bathroom, which was lit up only with lighting under the mirror, and understanding rippled through me, along with renewed heat. Getting a view of what Jamie was doing to me felt like it might push me over the edge.
There was a long counter in here with a sink closest to the door, but we passed that. He stood behind me. “Ready?”
I went to press my hands against the surface, but he shook his head.
“No. Like this.” He gripped my hips, and before I knew what was happening, he’d lifted me right up onto the counter, setting me on my knees.
Because of his height, he was able to pull me down onto him while standing.
And I could see the whole thing.
I watched with pure, unadulterated pleasure as his cock disappeared between my legs. I watched my tits bounce as he pulled me down again. And I watched, gasping, as he slapped my ass with each thrust. Just enough to make me squeal.
“You like watching me fuck you, don’t you, you dirty girl?”
“I love it,” I cried.
“My beautiful angel,” he’d whispered, so quiet I wasn’t sure I really heard it. But when I looked up, his eyes were on mine in the mirror.
I wanted to slow down, to draw this moment out to lock it in my memory forever.
But Jamie brought his fingers back to my clit, and seeing him working me there with that look in his eyes—seeing the way his massive cock vanished inside of me with each bounce of my ass on him—was too much.
Finally, I came hard, crying out, leaning back, one arm thrown over my head and around his neck.
“Oh fuck, Sarah,” he said, eyes on me in the mirror, stretched out for him, arching as I came. He gripped my hips, locking me onto him as he went rigid behind me.
“Fuck” he cried as he pulsed inside of me, filling my pussy with wave after wave of his release.
“I’m sorry,” Jamie breathed against my back when he finally finished, still breathing hard. “I wanted to wait until you came.”
I shook my head. “I did.”
“Again.”
I laughed softly as I leaned back against him, feeling the delicious sensation of him softening while still inside me.
“Once is not enough,” he said, pulling me down into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me back to the bed. His voice shifted to a whisper as he said, “It’ll never be enough, Sarah.”