7. Katie
Behind me,Michael chuckles, a low, dark sound. He’s still holding me in his arms after giving me another amazing orgasm.
Despite the afterglow, I’m embarrassed even as I like this side of him. I nod in answer to his question unable to find my words.
He releases me from his hold. “Lie on the bed.” It’s the same tone he uses during a conference call when he’s unwilling to argue.
I recline against the pillows. Suddenly, I realize that he’s still fully clothed while I’m naked. The idea is thrilling, making me feel powerful.
“Thighs spread.”
The authority in his tone sends more moisture gushing through my body. I do as he instructs, eager to feel him.
He kneels on the bed next to me and leans close to my pussy. “This is mine.” He whispers right before he drops his head.
I move away from him, closing my legs. “You can’t do that.”
He quirks an eyebrow and I remember my earlier promise—that I would receive pleasure how and when he demanded it.
I open my mouth to tell him no.
But the expression on Michael’s face stops me. Suddenly, I understand—he’s asking me to trust him and I want more than anything to please him.
I move closer to him and take a deep breath. I spread my legs. “This is yours.”
“That’s right,” he says before dipping his head and dragging his tongue along my most sensitive area. Over and over again, he laps at me and every time I get just close enough, he senses it and changes course.
I fist the material of the covers, determined to show him I trust him. But as the teasing continues I find myself whimpering and pleading. Begging him to let me find that release.
When he finally does, I’m a sweating, panting mess. He holds me as I come down, but it’s the expression in his eyes that gets to me. The tender way he looks at me makes me feel precious.
After a long moment, he shrugs out of his button down and his pants. He peels off his boxers and just like that I’m staring at my boss. My very naked boss.
He rolls on a condom as I drink in the sight of him. His strong shoulders, washboard abs, and the trail of hair that leads straight to his jutting cock.
Then he’s on the bed again, rolling over me. He slips a hand between our bodies and touches me again, bringing me close to the brink.
“Please, Michael,” I beg.
He kisses me then fiercely, his tongue plundering my mouth as his body enters me in one single stroke.
There’s a twinge of pain, but it’s gone before I can even fully register it. Then the only thing that’s left is the feeling of being filled completely.
Nothing has ever felt so right or so good as Michael in my body, his hard heat pushing against me. His chest scraping against mine with every thrust, his breathing harsh and uneven as he pumps into me.
“Say it again,” he grounds out.
“Please.”
He cups my face. “Not that.”
It takes me a moment through the haze to realize what he’s asking for. When I do, I whisper his name again and again until we’re both coming together. Limbs tangle as he collapses onto me, his weight anchoring me in a delicious way.
* * *
Michael
I burymy face in Katie’s shoulder. She smells like sweat and sex. Knowing that I’m the reason for it makes me smile.
After letting myself savor this feeling for a moment, I pull out of her. My body is still so sensitive and if her gasp was any indication, so is hers.
“I’ll be back,” I promise, moving to the bathroom.
I dispose of the condom and look up to see her in the doorway. She’s back in that robe again already. “Can I ask you something?”
Even though the hesitancy on her face troubles me, I nod. I don’t want her to regret what just happened because I sure as hell don’t.
She licks her lips and says softly, “Did I do that right? I wasn’t sure that—”
Her words end against my lips. I kiss her thoroughly, wanting her to know she’s pleased me in every possible way.
I grin. “I’m more than fuckin’ satisfied. How about you?”
Her eyes go round, and she quickly nods.
“Come here.” I pull her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. “At midnight, I want you to sneak back here. Let me please you again.”
She brushes a strand of hair from her face as excitement flashes in her eyes. “Will we do all of that again?”
I chuckle. “Oh, we’re doing it again.”
I want her under me tonight. I want her under me tomorrow night and the night after that too. But given how skittish Katie is, I know she needs me to earn her trust. And I will. One orgasm at a time.
She groans. “We have to go back to the party now, don’t we?”
“Not quite yet,” I say as I tug her toward the shower.
I turn the water on warm and we spend the next few minutes splashing together. Afterwards, I wrap her in a towel and hold her, delighting in how small she feels against me.
In the room, I dress quickly. Because if I stay naked for too long, I’ll seduce her again and we’ll never make it downstairs.
She’s still fixing her hair when she gives me a nervous smile. “You should probably go first. I don’t want anybody to know.”
That you’re sleeping with your boss. I understand what she’s trying not to say, and I hate that it’ll matter so damn much. If the world knows we’re sleeping together, my career goes on. Hers could be seriously impacted for years to come.
She runs her fingers through her hair, arranging it into an artful braid. She gives herself a grin in the mirror.
Her face is flushed, and her eyes are shining. The fact that I’m responsible for that look makes me feel like the luckiest bastard on earth.
“Don’t forget about your promise, Cinderella.” I duck and kiss her on the cheek. The gesture is affectionate, but it feels right somehow.
I have a smile on my face as I leave the room, but it quickly disappears. Standing in the hallway is my daughter with my best friend.
Atlas gives him a goodbye kiss then she disappears into the elevator. The reality of the situation sinks in slowly. Eric is fucking my daughter.
As he turns back to his room, there’s an unmistakable smirk on his face. It fades the moment he spots me.
I follow him into the room with the rumpled sheets. Hell, her perfume is still hanging in the air and all I can see is red.
Before I can even register what I’m doing, my fist is connecting with his jaw. The explosion of pain in my knuckles is a welcome sensation, grounding me in the moment.
“How long ago did this start?” I massage my knuckles as I consider a second punch. “You get off on this, Eric? Sitting across from me in meetings knowing that you were fucking my daughter?”
“I love her,” he says, wiping away blood.
I hate the words even more than what he’s done. How dare he fall for my little girl. “I thought you were my friend. This is not what a friend does, asshole.”
“It was a shitty move and I’m a dick. You think I’m happy, Michael? You think I wanted to feel the way I do about your daughter? You think I haven’t been walking around every day for two years, hating myself?”
I don’t give a damn what kind of hell he’s been in. He shouldn’t have touched her. “You’re done. Don’t bother coming into work tomorrow. Don’t reach out to me and you sure as hell better avoid Atlas.”
I don’t wait for him to acknowledge my words as I storm from the room, rage fueling my every step.