30. Nathan
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nathan
Forbidden Employee-Client Relations
On the boat ride to the marina, I grip Jeanie’s thigh. If we were alone, I’d drag her onto my lap until she’s straddling me with those silky-smooth legs and let her ride me to the rhythm of the crashing waves.
I focus on one spot on her skin, a constellation of freckles. I trace them like they will guide me through this ache to consume her.
I think I can be on my best behavior and make it back to the hotel, until her large doe eyes meet with mine. They mirror my own longing. In my mind, she’s telegraphing a message. She wants me too.
Jeanie drags her teeth over her plump bottom lip, and I come undone. My knee bounces to burn the feral energy.
She must notice, because in an act that can only be described as torture, she places her lips on my shoulder, kissing a line across the skin. Goddamn goose bumps spread like I’ve never been touched by a woman before .
Correction, I’ve never been touched by someone like her .
To stop myself from taking her right now, I glance at the stars, but the twinkles blur when she slides a hand between my legs, too close to my dick. With only a few touches, she’s turned me inside out with uncontainable need. I can’t even see straight, I’m so hot for her.
Desperate to get back to our hotel room, I clasp her hand and pull her to her feet even before the boat docks. Around us, tired guests gather their belongings while I hustle Jeanie toward the exit. When the boat is tied up, I make sure we’re the first to jump onto the dock.
I grip her hand as we run toward land, leaving everyone behind. Someone hollers for us, but we ignore them. Wood planks clank beneath our slapping flip-flops. She grips her tote under her arm, trying not to lose anything. Still, something flies away in the breeze.
“My hat.” She checks over her shoulder.
“Leave it!”
She giggles. “Why are we running?”
In answer, I stop to kiss her like a starved man. She melts under my touch, becoming putty in my embrace.
“Oh,” she says, finally catching on. She nods wordlessly and then quirks her lips, signaling agreement.
On Alton Road, I hail a taxi. The driver U-turns and bypasses the traffic when I offer him a tip equal to one night of dancing at a private event.
Back at the hotel, we race through the lobby, stopping to steal kisses on the way to the elevator. I mash the button several times as if it will make the cab appear faster. Like magic, it does. Inside the same cab we met, we tangle in a mess of hands, both greedily searching for a tease of release.
My fingers skim between her legs, and she rolls her hips with them. Her hands search my abs as she rubs her center against my hardness. When she moans near my ear, all I can think about is sinking deep into her tight, wet pussy. At this rate, we won’t make it to the room. We’ll finish in the exact spot this started a few days ago.
Mercifully, the door dings. When it slides open, we dart past a stunned family and make our way down the hall. As we near our room, there’s no more giggling. This has become serious.
As soon as the door to the room shuts behind us, we’re on each other again, crashing into a maddening kiss. Fingers rake through each other’s hair.
I tear at her damp clothing, releasing her top, and pull off her bottoms. She tugs off my shirt and hooks her fingers into the waistband of my swim trunks, raking them down with urgent need. When they puddle on the floor, I kick them away, ready to descend on her.
Yet, I stop when I catch her entire naked body in the moonlight.
The curves, the swells, her perfect pillowy tits, there are no words for how incredibly beautiful Jeanie is. Just from looking at her, I’m drawn out, long and dripping. Somewhere deep, a low rumble emanates. The animal inside has been released, but it’s not for show. It’s innate, primal, demanding, and it’s howling for Jeanie.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say on a growl.
She steps forward and places her palms on my chest. Beneath, my heartbeats rattle from this overwhelming need consuming me. My hand reaches to touch her but halts. I want her so badly, I don’t even know where to start. There are so many places on her body to explore and play.
“I’d like to speak with Human Resources,” she whispers, twisting her hips in a tempting invitation to touch.
I grip them, my fingers drowning in her skin.
“About?” I meet her toe to toe, an imposing shadow over her form. Impatient hands slide over her ass, skim her waist, and thumb her nipples.
“About their policy on employee-client banging.” She drags her rosy peaks across my chest.
How can she be so cute at a time like this?
I forget to answer when her hands drift lower, tracing my hip flexors. Her grip finds the base of my cock and wraps tightly. She pumps once.
The overwhelming sensation of a lifelong dream about to come true makes me inhale sharply. I tilt my forehead until it meets hers. Closer, I breathe her in. She’s sunshine, saltwater, and suntan lotion, and so goddamn tempting, I can’t help but nip her bottom lip.
She pumps again, and I moan with unfettered pleasure.
“Employee-client fucking?” I swallow, barely able to focus. “Highly inappropriate.” My eyelids sink as I slip under her spell.
“You promise?” she asks like a vixen.
Reaching my limit, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bed. We land on the mattress sideways, and it shifts off its base by several inches .
“What was that?” Jeanie asks against my lips.
“The world moving beneath us.”
Our lips crash together, and when our tongues touch, an electrical pulse rips down my spine. My cock thrums with desperation. She murmurs a sultry moan into my mouth like she felt it too.
“Jeanie, fuck. I need you now.”
“Hurry,” she says.
I disconnect, rip a square foil, wrap my cock, and cover her body with mine in one smooth motion. We crash into each other. It happens so fast, the mattress slides farther.
I take her nipples in my mouth one by one as I press the heel of my palm over her clit and cup her V. Two fingers slide into her entrance. They curl there, rubbing her from the inside. She’s so wet, I may slip and fall .
Too late. It’s too goddamn late.
“Nathan. Fuck me. Now.” She whines as she rolls her hips.
Utter madness builds behind her gaze. Insanity scrambles mine.
When our naked bodies press against each other, chest to chest, heat against heat, I find paradise. I realize I’ve never had it until now, because as I edge my throbbing cock to her entrance and ease in so fucking deep, my soul leaves my body.
Jeanie gasps in my ear like she sucked it in. She fists my hair as her heels dig into my back. “Fuck. Yes.”
With each rolling movement, the mattress jumps inch by inch until it slides halfway off the bed’s base. Jeanie leans wide-eyed over the edge while I hang on to her sweet ass.
“Nathan!” Jeanie grips me tighter.
“I’ve got you.”
I haven’t stopped pounding her. I can’t. The feel of her pussy clutching me is too fucking soft, too warm. She feels like home.
And at this angle, I’m rubbing directly on her g-spot. She’s already swelling within, her walls tightening and trembling around me. Every stroke coils me tighter.
“More.” Jeanie’s moans grow louder until her body stiffens. Her beautiful eyes roll back into her head. And then she comes on my dick so hard, I think her body might shatter.
The overwhelming sensation triggers mine. I roar out and spill myself into her. Euphoric waves of pleasure surge through my body.
Beneath us, the bed frame collapses in a crash, making the entire mattress slide over the edge and flat on the floor, taking us both with it.
Heaped in a pile of twisted blankets and pillows, Jeanie and I giggle until both our faces turn red.
“I think we broke the bed,” I say.
She giggles. “I think you broke my back. I might need an Advil.”
I frame her face and kiss her. After this, I’m unsure if I’ll ever be able to let her go.
Shit just got so much more complicated, and I’m fucking terrified.