Chapter 19
NINETEEN
Preston picked me up so fast that I slapped a hand against his shoulder for balance. He swung his gaze around, and for a second, I imagined him taking me on my drawing table.
Would it hold our weights? And would coming my brains out literally on top of my sketches provide some creative...juice?
Turned out he excelled at distraction himself.
“Finally,” he said under his breath, spotting my bed on the other side of the shelf divider. He juggled me while I flailed at him, but he still managed to sweep aside my laptop—though not the papers that crunched beneath my body as he set me down.
My eyes popped wide. More sketches. Dammit, why was I so cursed?
He reared back to haul off his shirt from behind his head, and I forgot anything except his toned chest and abs and that buffet of shifting muscles as he ranged over me to kiss me again.
His lips bruised mine as he fought with the many buttons on my dress. When he finally got it open, he swallowed a sound of pain at my lack of a bra, his gorgeous eyes devouring every inch of me.
“I love these.” He trailed kisses between my breasts, cupping them in his wide hands. His teeth scraped my nipple, and I jolted upward on the bed, trying to discreetly slide my sketches out from under me.
The problem was that I was also very turned on, and now his mouth was skating downward, heading toward that place he’d already primed. My panties went soaring, and I didn’t even see where they ended up.
“Love this even more,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to my pussy.
His gaze zeroed in on my face while he licked me.
His focus was erotic as hell and I forgot all about my sketches and everything else as his long fingers slipped inside me and stretched me open.
I was still a little sore from earlier, but he wasn’t being gentle with me.
I didn’t think he could be right now. His touches were rough, but somehow exactly what I needed as he sealed his lips over my aching clit.
He rubbed over a certain spot inside me that had me digging my toes into the bed, and then I was arching and grasping his hair as I came apart for him.
I cried out, dragging on his thick hair to keep him right where he was.
He didn’t even pause, just kept fingering and tonguing me until I flew into another orgasm, even more powerful than the first.
I rolled on my side to try to breathe, to try to hear beyond the pounding of blood in my ears. I felt him at my back, pulling up my dress that he still hadn’t fully removed and pushing his thick cock inside me while I was still convulsing.
He retreated an inch. “Shit. Fuck. Dammit. I forgot a condom.”
I giggled breathlessly into my bent arm. “I’m covered.”
“Are you?” He nosed my hair away from my ear. “Can I? I never have before. And God, I want to.”
I nearly teased him. It was our way after all. But I glanced back and saw the deep lines of tension bracketing his eyes and decided he really needed an orgasm.
Fresh off my pair of them, I was feeling generous. And I was curious too.
“I haven’t either,” I admitted. “Do it.”
He thrust into me so deeply that I swore he hit the end of me in one pass.
His teeth sliced into my shoulder, and he banded his arm around my belly to pull me back into him.
The juxtaposition between how he was holding me so tightly and driving into me so desperately made me claw at his tensed forearm.
His hand came up to clasp my bare breast through my open dress and I pushed back against him, grinding into him as if I’d never come at all.
His hot, hard length grew even more inside me, and I couldn’t stifle my moans as he stroked into me over and over. Then he dropped his hand between my legs and frantically rubbed my clit, holding his cock inside me at just the perfect angle while I clutched him and let go one more time.
And this time when I fell, he fell with me, burying his face in my hair, his body shaking against mine as he emptied himself into me.
Nothing between us but skin.
His breath fluttered against my neck, already slowing into an easy rhythm. Lulling my heartbeat to match the beat of his.
Synced up entirely.
I wasn’t one to fall asleep after sex, especially when I was squeezed into my too small bed with a huge, overwhelmingly warm man who hadn’t even bothered to lose all of his clothing—again. But apparently, coming oh, five times since lunch tended to wear a girl out.
When I woke, my face was smushed into a piece of paper, and I was half on top of my laptop with the keys mashed under my thigh. I felt decidedly achy between my legs, and a quick check of my breasts confirmed they were reddened from Preston’s stubble.
Oh, and my thighs were wet, but not just from my deluge of orgasms. I was pretty sure he’d cleaned me off while I’d been in a fucking coma.
Literally.
I reared up, remembering my sketches. Oh my goddess. Were they all still here? I got on my hands and knees to grab every one of them, tossing the laptop to the side to pluck up the last paper beneath it.
Which was how Preston found me when he entered the room, amiably chatting on the phone.
“I’m so sorry, Mary. I know I agreed to be there to sign the papers this afternoon with my notary. Yes, my assistant was unavoidably called away. Oh, she had a very good reason. A personal emergency, if you will. Surely you understand.”
With my bare ass in the air and my open dress falling forward over my head, I clutched my sketches to my chest and prayed to disappear.
Maybe I’d be beamed up into outer space by a more intelligent life form than a woman who fucked her boss multiple times in one day.
Without a condom, no less. I was practically a walking billboard for questionable decisions.
And PMS was still on the phone, chatting away as if he had all the time in the world.
I glanced over my shoulder, only to discover he was listening to the other end of the line while studying my ass equally intently. His head was even cocked. When he realized I was watching him, he grinned and pretended to look out the window.
He was not cute. I shouldn’t grin at him as if he was. But I couldn’t help myself.
This was probably due to some biological imperative.
If a guy made you come enough times in rapid succession, your body figured he was a decent sort so weird things started occurring all on their own.
Like my smiling at him dopily while I tried to tuck my papers under my dress as I backed off the bed.
Luckily, he decided to return to the living room, so I shoved my sketches into a drawer and decided I’d take a quick shower.
Escaping into my bathroom also bought me some time to prepare myself to deal with him. Conversations after sex could be a minefield, and we didn’t know each other that well.
Even if certain parts of me were getting very acquainted with parts of him.
I moaned out loud when the cold water hit my oversensitized body. I’d gotten more action in one day than I’d gotten all year.
When I couldn’t stall any longer, I finished up and toweled off before slipping back into my dress sans panties, since they were currently missing.
The whisker burn on my chest was still vivid, so I lathered up with some of the honey rose cream I’d picked up from the apothecary in Luna Falls.
My bestie liked to claim the town was made for her, so we’d gone a few times.
My fingers lingered on my breast for an extra moment, imagining Preston’s intense dark eyes lasered on mine while he sucked on my nipple. I had to appreciate his dedication in some areas.
And I seriously needed to get a grip. Fawning over PMS’s skills in the sack—even in my own head—was not on the agenda.
I tied my crazy hair on top of my head as I walked into my bedroom, coming to a halt at the sight of my boss stretched out on my bed.
He was still on the phone. What the heck could Mary Donnelly have to say?
“She just covered herself in some kind of witchy potion that smells like a bakery. Do you women all just know what to mix up to make men beg?”
I blinked as he laughed, sounding far more cheerful than I was used to. Then again, great sex had that effect on most males.
“Right. I know. Actually, there’s something else in it too.” Eyes closed, he lifted his face as if he was scenting the air. “Floral. Usually, she smells like a garden blooming at night. This is fresher, sweeter. Almost innocent.”
“Who is that?” I hissed.
If he was talking about my scents with a client, I was probably going to kill him. And he’d thank me tomorrow once the afterglow faded and he came to his senses.
Why hadn’t it faded yet anyway? I wasn’t sure how long I’d slept, but the shadows in the room were longer and sunset wasn’t far away.
“Hang on. She’s annoyed again.” He laughed at whatever the person on the other end of the line said, then held out the phone to me. “It’s your best bish, as she called herself.”
As a rule, I wasn’t someone who blushed. My coloring made that more difficult, for one, and I also didn’t get embarrassed that easily.
Score one for PMS that he managed to make me flush from my hairline to my coral-painted toes with one sentence.
I took the phone and closed my eyes as I moved into the living room.
“Don’t say it,” I said in an undertone.
“Say what? That your boss is all cozied up in your place?”
I’d just ignore her question. “I thought you had a full slate tonight.”
“I had a cancellation. So, guess I’m not the only one playing my cards close to the vest, hmm?”
“I’m not playing any cards—what? What cards are you playing?”
“How good was it?”
“Amazing,” I said before her laughter told me I’d spoken without thinking. But hey, it had been. “PMS, you better not be eavesdropping,” I called over my shoulder without looking in his direction.
I so didn’t want to know.
He hummed a little tune. “Nope. Just looking at the amazing view.”
Luna must’ve heard the ass because she was laughing again. And so was I.