Chapter 7
chapter
seven
Addison
Holy hell.
I can’t believe this is happening. The sexiest man in the world is on his knees with his head between my legs. I want to grab onto his head, thread my fingers through his hair. But I’m propping myself up with one arm and using the other hand to keep my skirt off his head.
“Thorne,” I whisper his name.
I don’t even recognize myself at the moment. And I don’t think I care. This feels too good. Indescribably good.
I’ve had a handful of orgasms before, but obviously always alone. But I know that’s where my body is heading. It feels more intense than I’ve ever experienced, though.
“Oh God, so good,” I say.
He growls into my sensitive flesh, and the noise vibrates through me.
“I’m going to—” but my words fail as the orgasm rockets through me. Pleasure radiates through my body, and I’m sure I’m being loud. Then, I feel like I’m going to pee, and I try to stop it, but I know it slips out.
How mortifying. Leave it to me to ruin the greatest experience of my life.
“I’m so sorry,” I say.
He looks up at me. “For what?”
I fall back on his desk so I don’t have to look at his beautiful face when I make my admission. “I think I peed on you.”
He chuckles, then he’s bending over me. “Love, you didn’t pee. You squirted. There is a difference.”
“I thought that was just a weird myth perpetuated by porn.”
“No, I assure you, it’s quite real. And fucking amazing.”
“Still embarrassing.”
“You made a mess of me. But I have an en suite here and I can tidy myself back up. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
He helps me to my feet. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m floating. And like maybe I need a nap and some ice cream,” I say.
“Ice cream? I think post coital ice cream is a splendid idea.” He leans forward and kisses my nose.
And that’s it.
That’s when it happens. That very moment is when I fall irrevocably in love with Thorne Cumberland.
This experience will no doubt leave me broken-hearted, but it’s going to be a hell of a ride.
“Text me tonight after work. We can continue your education in a more appropriate setting. I need more space and privacy to do everything I want to do to you.”
His words warm my insides. “You mean it?”
“I don’t make idle offers, love.”
I nod. “Okay. Tonight.”
“Good girl.”
I gasp.
One of his brows shoots up. “Do we have a praise kink?”
“Uh, maybe,” I say. But in truth, I think maybe I just have a Thorne kink.