CHAPTER SIXTEEN
COURTNEY
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With one arm up the tiles, my breasts pressing into them, Zander plows into me.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
Both of us are as ravenous for one another as the other. Taking all we can get tonight.
One time. Just this once.
I thought he’d leave when he handed me the towel. I thought he’d be consumed with guilt, regret, and start ranting about birth control.
Jokes on him if he did; I—obviously—can’t get pregnant.
Instead, Zander has fucked me from every angle and position possible—the ones I know about, and a few I didn’t––and seems to get hard again within minutes of coming.
I’ve had four orgasms.
I ache with pleasure from almost every part of my body. My nipples could cut glass.
“Christ, you have the tightest cunt,” he growls into my ear from behind as water runs over us. “I could fuck you forever.”
I’d let him.
It never felt like this with Adam.
Yes, it’s different. This is pure carnal sex, and what Adam and I did was love. I think. Although while trying to conceive, it felt like a job.
He knew my cycle better than me and would arrive home at all times in the day, and wake me at night, slamming into me with purpose.
The purpose of making a baby.
No foreplay.
No waiting for me to be ready.
He hurt me. All affection and love seemed to be gone. It was like I was a project. In hindsight, I wouldn’t want my baby to be conceived that way. I wonder if you’d forget that’s how it happened?
I had no idea how much I needed this. To feel like a woman who is desired and sexual. Just for my body.
This isn’t love, but Zander’s desire for me is unmissable. His words are dirty and complimentary and stir things in me that I never knew existed.
I feel like a whore.
And I like it.
I know at any moment it will end, and things will be weird, but as his cock fills me and his body surrounds me with all his masculinity, I couldn’t care less.
All I feel is now.
Zander moves, tugging me around to sit on his lap as he settles on the tiled seat in my shower.
I never consider this one of its uses, and now I will never look at it the same as I lower onto his cock.
“Christ,” he groans as he goes deeper than he has all night. “I’ve fantasized about this happening in my office so many times.”
“Me sitting on your cock?” I ask, using my tiptoes to not completely impale myself.
It’s as if we want different things, and he pulls me down harder. I swear he’s going to come out my damn throat, he’s so big.
“In one of your little dresses. You just wander over, unzip me and, panty-less, you straddle me and take me inside your wet pussy.”
Grinning, I wish I were facing him. I want to see his cheeky desire on his face. The one I’ve imagined opposite me in his office.
Zander takes my hips tightly and piston-fast, slams in and out of me, coming again.
Holy hell.
Heat fills me as the little seed he has left hits my walls. As he cups my breast, fondling it, Zander slows his movements.
We’re finished.
This is it.
Now we have to transition back to attorney and client. I feel a loss much greater than I expected to. Deep inside my core.
Pulling out, he stands, taking me with him, and then turns me in his arms. We wash one another, not really kissing, although he does once, as I run my hands over him, enjoying his incredibly beautiful, toned body.
It’s as muscular as I imagined, or perhaps even more. I finger his six-pack, roam over his powerful, thick arms.
I smile, recalling taking him into my mouth when we first stepped into the shower...Zander lowering me to my knees and guiding himself down my throat.
It wasn’t something Adam enjoyed, so I felt inexperienced, but Zander let me take my time and when he came on my tongue, I was so happy.
He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.
How I’m going to not crave this when he leaves, I don’t know. But it’s clear what needs to happen now; I really need Adam to agree to a settlement quickly. Then Zander and I can part ways.
Once. We do this once, Court, and never tell a soul.
What dangerous territory.
For both of us.
If people knew I’d just spent two hours fucking my lawyer, I’d never see a single cent.
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“FUCK, OKAY, FOCUS,” Zander says, sitting on the armchair in my living room.
We share a wonky smile.
“I’m focused.” I say, wearing white sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. My hair is up in a ponytail, and I have zero makeup. Not my usual attire for a business meeting.
“You’re not focused; you’re glowing like a woman who’s just been fucked to within an inch of her life for two hours.”
I grin widely. “I was. That was then. This is now.”
He groans, shaking his head. “You know that can’t happen again, and for both our sakes, no one can know.”
“I know. The risk is great for both of us, remember. I’m not posting it on Instagram. Relax.”
It’s a greater risk for Zander, although we’d both lose. He has nothing to worry about. I have zero interest in telling a soul what happened.
I just wish we could do it again.
Maybe four or five times.
Zander is back, dressed in his pants and shirt, the arms rolled up, and is now leaning his elbows on his thighs. “I meant what I said, I don’t regret fucking you and hope neither of us has to. Let’s just be careful when others are around. And not risk this again.”
“Yeah, I know.” I tuck my legs beneath me.
“Tomorrow,” Zander says, his eyes lifting to mine, even more seriously. “I’ll stop in with the Plan B drug.”
My eyes flick away as my heartbeat ramps up.
“What?” he frowns.
“Nothing.” I shake my head and grab a cushion. “I can take care of it.”
“I’d rather I bring it over and know it’s done. For peace of mind.”
He has nothing to be worried about, but I’m not going to announce that I’m infertile. Probably. No. I am. There’s no point pretending I’m not. Adam is a healthy man. I was raised by two addicts. The likelihood of it being something wrong with me is much greater.
The doctor said it was probable.
There’s that word again.
I’ve had painful periods most of my life, so he said I likely have endometriosis or polycystic ovaries.
“Of course.” I grab my phone, wanting a distraction from this conversation. “So back to business, Mr. Sterling. What do we do about my lying husband? I never stole anything. Here’s another question: how do I know he’s been honest with me about his assets?”
Zander slowly smiles.
“What?”
“Clever girl.” he stands, walks over, kisses me on the mouth, and then tells me he will see me in the morning.
I touch my fingers to my lips and wonder if he realizes he just kissed me goodbye?