Chapter 5
Mila
Holy shit.
Dominic is kissing me.
I’m derailed by the reality of what was about to happen as his mouth hovers over mine.
And now, even as it is happening, I can’t wrap my brain around it.
Dominic brings his hand up to my cheek, brushing my hair back from my face, and his thumb runs along my jawline, sending tingles in every direction throughout my body.
I feel the wig move.
He probably knows Brynn is the only girl at the Cockpit that actually has blonde hair. But I still don’t want him seeing me without wearing my entire costume.
He might recognize me.
So I bring my hand to the back of my head and hold it there.
A sultry move that both arches my back and protects my identity.
Dominic leans across the sleek center console of the Maserati. I dare to press my hand to his chest, feeling his firm pec muscles and the sharpness of a clearly defined collarbone under my fingers.
“Mm,” I moan into his mouth, and he rasps out,
“Fuck…”
I swear, just hearing him say that word makes my nipples hard enough to cut glass. The parts of me that have been untouched and neglected for a very long time are suddenly very alive and aching to be caressed.
Aching for him.
My boss.
I’ve thought about him this way ever since the first time he walked me through his house.
I remember having a hard time focusing on the instructions he was giving me because I couldn’t stop staring at the way his jaw moved when he spoke.
It’s slight and deliberate. The way he fills a room with his presence simply by standing there.
Now I get to feel all of that in my hands and against my body as he leans closer.
He reaches over me and pulls the lever on the side of the chair to lean my chair back as far as it’ll go.
I giggle at the insanity of what I am doing right now and the sheer excitement I feel.
His mouth stays on mine, his tongue forcing the kiss deeper, and my body reacts in a primal way.
I grab his shirt in my fists and pull him down on top of me.
The first time I saw his car, I wondered why he went with a four-door and not a sportier two-door. He’s a rich bachelor, why not go with the flashier of the two?
But as he climbs on top of me, I know the reason is that this car has much more room. I am actually thankful. If the car was any smaller, we’d be fucked.
“I want to feel you,” he says into my neck, his words gravelly against my skin. “I want to feel how wet you are.”
I tilt my hips upward as an invitation, and he positions himself so he can pull my skirt up.
My black panties are small and sexy. They are part of the ridiculously skimpy outfit I’m to wear to work at the Cockpit. Right now, I am actually grateful for it.
All it takes is Dominic hooking his fingers inside the elastic band and rapidly yanking them off to expose me. My bare, wet pussy is literally throbbing for his touch.
“God, you’re really wet for me, aren’t you?” he groans, and I nod.
I suddenly don’t care how crazy this is.
Even if it is a dirty dream come true, and I end up regretting it. Even if he figures out who I am, there is no way in hell I could stop right now.
And I don’t want to.
A second later his fingers slowly caress me. His pointer finger drags up and down my length, pressing just hard enough to wake up every nerve, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He then uses his thumb to tease my clit while staring down at me.
His breath is hot on my skin, and he stares deeply into my eyes.
“Fuck,” I moan as he teases me, his fingers playing against my skin like he’s playing a finely tuned instrument. Faster, slower, harder, softer. It’s taking everything in me not to come, but every time I almost do, he pulls back.
I swear I see a smirk tick at the corners of his mouth.
“Do you want it?” he asks. “Do you want to come for me?”
I nod, and he tips his chin up. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make me come,” I say the words aloud. I’ve never uttered those words to a man before.
Usually, I am a bit brattier in the bedroom, calling the shots because I refuse to let a man ever have his way with me.
But this man could do filthy, unspeakable things to me, and I’d simply bend over and beg for more.
“Say my name,” he says while his thumb draws tantalizing circles around the outer edges of my clit, teasing, but not delivering.
“Dominic,” I murmur, and he cups his hand around the nape of my neck.
His palm covers my cheek and his thumb presses my lips. He runs it over them before sliding it down, tugging my bottom lip in the process.
“Dom,” he corrects me with fire in his eyes and whiskey on his breath.
There’s something about that combination that arouses me. It’s dark, caged, and hungry. I can feel the heat of it rushing to the surface as I meet his gaze with my own.
“Make me come, Dom,” I answer his request. His thumb finds my clit again, rubbing it with quick, intentional flicks until I’m bucking my hips against his touch as I ride his hand.
Just before I come, he slips his middle finger inside me, moving it in the most delicious motion that sends me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I cry out, tangling my hands in his dark, wavy hair.
I want him to kiss me, but before I can rise to meet him, he pulls back.
Then he undoes his pants and pulls himself free.
His cock is bigger than I imagined; smooth, thick, pulsing in his hand clasping around it.
He strokes himself one, two, three times until it glistens with the hint of need.
“Do you want me?” he asks, his tone low and devilish.
“Yes,” I whisper, unable to find my breath.
“What do you want, baby girl? You have to say it.”
“I want you inside me,” I tell him.
“Say it again,” he demands as he strokes himself again. I wish it was my hand, my mouth, or my pussy instead.
“I want your cock inside me, Dom,” I purr, and he groans, his mouth going slack.
“Good girl,” he says before running the tip of his dick from my clit, teasing it before dragging it down to my opening.
He looks at me, his eyes the color of a storm just before the crack of thunder. I’ve noticed his eyes before, but never like this. I notice a new scar across the line of his jaw. It’s deep.
He drives himself inside me.
“Oh God, yes!” I cry out as my hair falls back and my back arches off the seat.
“Fuck me, you feel so good,” he grits out before grinding into me again.
We find a rhythm, and he thrusts in and out, harder and faster each time.
For a moment, it’s almost too much.
He’s too big and thick.
But I don’t want him to stop.
He can’t stop.
That’s when all the blood rushes through my thighs, and I start to quiver around him. “I’m going to come, Dom,” I say.
“Do it,” he growls. “Fucking come on me.”
The orgasm radiates through me, and everything goes bright white as I ride out wave after wave.
Then, just when I think I can’t take anymore, he groans.
“Ah, fuck me,” he gasps as his jaw unhinges and his eyes close shut.
As he unravels, he reaches for the edges of the seat, needing something to grab onto as it overtakes him.
But when he does, he knocks the wig off.
And suddenly reality comes crashing back.
Dominic rolls back over to the driver’s seat as gracefully as a six-foot three man can, leans his head back, and shuts his eyes.
There’s no time for cuddling.
I’ve got to get out of here.
I open the door, hop out of the car, and make sure my wig is on good without saying a word to him.
I don’t want to be rude, but I don’t know what to say anyway.
I can’t risk him recognizing me.
So I dash into my apartment and slam the door, locking it behind me.
It isn’t until I hear the engine of his car roaring down the street that I let out the breath I was holding.
That’s when my thoughts run wild.
During everything that was happening, I managed to take a mental photograph of him.
The flecks in his eyes, a small brown freckle near the corner of his mouth that sinks into a dimple I never noticed before because I’ve always had to force myself not to stare for too long.
The intoxicating way he smells like chocolate and cedar, and the rough way his face feels after a day without shaving, even his calloused hands from fighting.
Then there’s that fresh cut that will eventually become a scar. I mean fuck.
My hands clasp on my head. “Holy fuck.”
What was I thinking?
I don’t do one-night stands. Ever.
And yet…
Damn.