Chapter Three #3
I struggle to catch my breath as Linc eases up on the bed and helps me slide to the center of the mattress. Tremors still ripple through me, and from the heated look in his eyes, we’re not finished. Which is a good thing, because as hot as my orgasm was, I still feel empty and need him inside me.
He lifts himself over me, his erection hot and hard. Enticing. I spread my legs and he nudges against me. I’m wet and he’ll slide in easily. Except … “Condoms,” I say, meeting his gaze.
He stills. “Shit.” He dips his head and groans. “I didn’t come here expecting to … expecting this.”
I swallow hard. I can’t believe we’ve come this far, and I have a feeling we won’t be doing this again. If I let him go now, I’ll go home with a whole host of regrets and what-could-have-beens. I’ll lose the opportunity to experience one time with Linc.
“I’m not on birth control,” I say. “It wasn’t good with my migraines.”
“It wouldn’t matter because I won’t skip condoms. Not after what my father did.”
Getting his secretary pregnant. I get it. When I became pregnant, I’d been careless. I was trying the pill, but I had a migraine and skipped a day.
“Let me check my Dopp kit.” He climbs off the bed, and I watch him go, his firm ass a sight to behold.
When he returns, triumph lights his expression, and he holds a foil packet between his fingers. “Success!”
I blow out a relieved breath.
He rips open the older-looking wrapper, pulls out the condom, and rolls it over his still-solid erection.
Finally he comes back, his cock poised at my entrance, and looking at his handsome face has desire pulsing through me again.
“Ready?” he asks, a sexy grin on his face.
“God, yes.” I draw up my legs at the same time he thrusts hard and deep, filling me completely.
I groan at the invasion, stars flashing behind my eyelids as I take all of him and adjust to his size. “God, you feel good.”
I didn’t realize how much I need him just like this, pulsing inside me, and I want to remember him after this is over. I need him to take me hard. To make me his. At least this once.
“Fucking perfection,” he says, as he withdraws and slides back, testing my wetness.
“I’m good,” I assure him. “And I won’t break.”
His eyes glitter with desire, and he treats me to a brief nod, a sensual smile, and then he begins to take me in earnest, pounding into me in a way no man has ever done before.
I raise my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, wrapping my legs around his waist, and letting him take control, something he’s exceptionally good at doing.
And he’s so good at finding the right spot inside me.
Nobody has ever made me come this way. It always takes work, more than most men are willing to put in.
Not Linc. Somehow he knows my body already.
His strong arms hold his upper body as his hips do the work, thrusting into me, taking me, consuming me.
With every plunge, his pubic bone grinds into my clit and brings me higher and closer to completion.
I shut my eyes and give myself up to sensation.
The feel of him overpowering me is heady.
I’m not prepared when he slides his hand between our lower bodies and presses his finger against my clit. I gasp and cry out, shocking myself with the sound.
“Oh, God, Linc!”
“Yes,” he grinds out. “Again. I need to hear you say my name when you come.” The pad of his finger rubs against me, and when I can’t take another second, he thrusts back in, hitting my G-spot and sending me soaring.
“Linc!” I shatter into a million pieces, glorious waves of sensation overtaking me, my orgasm going on and on.
Above me, he pounds into me, seeking his own release, and when he comes, he takes me up and over once more.
Suddenly he stills, the sound of his low, guttural groan bringing me back to myself as he collapses on top of me, his breath labored in my ear.
I’m not sure how long he remains there, his big body covering mine while we each attempt to catch our breath. Finally he rolls off me, and I feel the loss as he pulls out, and suddenly reality comes crashing back.
I’ve slept with Linc. My boss. My best friend. My everything. I close my eyes and try to pull myself together, searching desperately for the best way to handle things between us now.
What can I say? Thanks for the best sex ever, no other man will ever compete with how you made me feel, but this can never happen again?
I wince.
The thought of never experiencing such a sense of overwhelming completeness hits me hard, but what choice do I have? Nothing fundamental between us has changed. He is Linc Kingston, real estate mogul and a man of immense wealth and privilege, and I’m his assistant.
I’m also his best friend and he’s mine, and I don’t want to lose our connection. He’s never had a long-term, serious relationship before. Not one he’s mentioned, anyway.
He typically steers clear of entanglements, and if he ever marries, I won’t be the woman he chooses.
My stomach cramps at the thought of our friendship changing because he finds someone he loves, and I push aside the painful possibility.
With all those thoughts circling around and around in my brain, I’m making myself dizzy with anxiety.
Beside me, he removes the condom, wraps it in a tissue he grabs from the side of the bed, and places it on the nightstand.
Way before I’m ready to face him, he meets my gaze.
“That was incredible,” I blurt out first and wish I could snatch the words back. Talk about awkward.
He reaches out and caresses my cheek. “It sure as hell was.”
Relief washes over me at his words, and I lean into the comforting feel of his touch.
“But you know it can’t happen again,” he says, his voice gruff.
I blink at the unexpected words, swallowing the lump in my throat. Although I had the same sentiment going through my mind a few seconds before, hearing him say it crushes me anyway.
I draw in a deep breath and let it out before answering. “Don’t worry. I’m not the type to confuse sex with something more.”
The bed still smells of us, and I can’t lie by his side and stare at him any longer. Turning, I slide off the mattress, bending to grab my robe from the floor.
After wrapping the heavy material around myself, I force myself to look at him. “We’re good,” I assure him, hoping saying the words out loud will make them true.
“You sure?” he asks, concern in both his voice and his expression.
I nod. He’s stretched out on the mattress, and his gorgeous face and muscled body has arousal rising once more.
Nope. Not going to happen.
Shower time, I think, and walk away, closing myself in the bathroom and locking the door behind me.
* * *
Linc
Son of a bitch. What was I thinking? I think in disgust. The answer is clear.
I wasn’t. One look at Jordan, her defenses down from sleep, looking so beautiful, the robe gaping and revealing her gorgeous body, and all rational thought fled.
Gone was the man who’d been able to keep our relationship strictly in the friend zone.
In its place was a heady desire I wasn’t able to fight.
I know we’re in agreement about where things stand.
Our professional relationship and friendship are more important than sexual need.
But I hadn’t anticipated how good she would feel when I entered her.
How perfect her body would mold to mine, clasping me in tight, wet heat, cushioning my dick like she was made just for me.
Worse, I hadn’t counted on the rush of emotion that filled me, either. I’m not supposed to have those kinds of feelings for my best friend.
My views on life and love are complicated.
They started with my parents, who, to hear my mother tell it, began their courtship with love before things went wrong.
Next came an experience in college that left me bitter and feeling used.
And now, becoming aware of my father’s affairs and discovering a half-sister courtesy of my dad’s cheating with his secretary… I shake my head. I’m wary of it all.
I’ve learned not to believe in the word love.
To keep to myself except for the occasional need for release or a date to a party.
And above all, I count on my friendship with Jordan.
I don’t want anything to mess with our relationship, especially sex.
No matter how intense the act between us was.
I hope I haven’t hurt her feelings by saying we can’t sleep together again.
I’ll have a hard enough time living with my pronouncement.