Chapter 10 #4
The air was forced from her lungs as he filled her, stretching her to the limit. She wrapped her legs around his waist and parted her lips because it was too much. The friction. The sensations.
“Breathe,” he whispered, kissing her cheek and sucking her earlobe. “Breathe, I’m not all the way in yet.”
Holy mother of God. She gasped in surprise, and Connor shamelessly took advantage of it and pulled back slightly before sinking inside her, hard and unrelenting to the base.
She moaned, and stars danced before her eyes. Rachel couldn’t remember ever feeling so full.
No. Not just full. Fulfilled.
And that was before he started moving inside her.
Before he dug his fingers into her hips and lifted her slightly until he found an angle where he went even deeper, pulled back, and thrust again.
Before he slid over the exact right spot, making her entire body tremble so that she had to brace her hands behind her on the desk to keep her footing.
Only then could she meet his rough, long thrusts with just as much force.
Everything around her faded until there was just desire and Connor.
Only the urgent feeling in her lower abdomen, growing hotter with every moment.
Growing louder. Making her clench tightly around Connor’s cock, making him groan as if being inside her were pure agony, a single, wonderfully sweet agony that caused his eyes to glaze over and sweat to break out on his forehead.
It was as if they needed each other to forget. As if only their bodies and desire remained. As if everything else had sailed to the floor along with her clothes and been buried under the mountain of office supplies.
But Rachel still wasn’t done. She leaned forward, bit him roughly on the neck, and whispered, “Harder.”
Connor’s muscles tensed to their bursting point as a smile crossed his face, claiming her mouth — and granting her wish.
Rachel would have slid all the way back across the damn desk if Connor hadn’t held her hips.
She felt him everywhere. She didn’t know where he began and she ended as he took her with rough, relentless thrusts, her orgasm building at a rapid pace.
Finally, she whimpered against his lips, her eyelids closing, feeling nothing but him. ..
“Open your eyes. I want to see you when you come.”
“Why?”
“Because then maybe I’ll finally have enough of you. When I’ve seen everything, felt everything...”
She opened her eyes and met his gaze. There was hunger in them.
And heat. And the quiet desperation from before, but also a whirl of emotions she couldn’t place that plucked at the guitar strings of her heart, making her feel like there was more room in her chest than she’d previously believed.
A melody played, mingling with the pounding of her pulse and the moans from her mouth, taking on a new depth with each of Connor’s thrusts.
There was a new voice. A new harmony, each one more beautiful than the last.
And when he pressed a hand between their bodies and briefly stroked the spot where they were joined before drawing two tight circles around her hot center...it was too much.
Rachel came, clenching tightly around Connor, pulling him with her. Pleasure, joy, and heat filled her.
He held her tight as the sweet, endless waves washed through her body, and he twitched inside her one last time.
He didn’t even let go when the orgasm subsided.
He held her as if he were afraid that he’d not only have to let go of her, but also the moment when everything was still okay, when they didn’t have to talk and discuss the argument.
So she let him. She pressed her cheek against his shoulder, kissed his chest, and enjoyed the sense of security that surrounded her, along with his arms. His muscles kept reality out.
She allowed herself that brief moment when it felt like they didn’t just want each other, but needed each other.
When she knew there might never be anything again that felt so damn right — and so wrong.
Until...the chicken clucked.
Blinking in confusion, Rachel glanced up and stared at an accusing beak.
“Oh God,” she breathed, alarmed, “we woke Eggsy.”
The chicken was in its usual spot, but its head was definitely no longer under its wing.
“What?” Connor pulled his head back an inch and looked at her in confusion.
“The chicken, Connor! The chicken was watching us.”
He looked away, irritated...before laughing. His chest vibrated against hers as he buried his head in the crook of her neck and laughed...and she couldn’t help but giggle back. This was exactly why you don’t keep a zoo in the office!
“I hope we didn’t traumatize it,” he murmured darkly, his beard scratching her sensitive skin before he pulled her into a sitting position. “It’ll never lay eggs again.”
“That would be a win-win. I’ve already sat on eggs twice,” she whispered, stroking his neck and muscular back.
She wanted to memorize the feeling. Then she let her arms fall and brushed the sweat-damp hair from the back of her neck.
“Connor,” she whispered, “you know we can’t make a habit of this, right? That it’s not good for us?”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s repression, nothing more. Or are you no longer angry with me?”
His upper body tensed as he searched her gaze. “Do you still think you’re right? That you didn’t do anything wrong?”
She swallowed. “I just talked with Mrs. Teager. I didn’t brainwash her.”
He closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. Then he pulled his arms back and let go. “Why? Why is talking so hard and desire so easy? I think we could just have the most fucking satisfying sexual relationship of our lives for a few weeks if only we didn’t open our damn mouths.”
She smiled weakly. “Connor, Mrs. Teager is hurt. And insecure. And obviously still in love with her husband.”
“So what?” he whispered, sounding exhausted. “Love that only hurts isn’t love worth saving.”
“But she has to figure that out for herself. You can’t choose who you fall in love with or who you’re attracted to. Look at us. But if Mrs. Teager wants to think about it because she believes her husband is the love of her life and wants a few more weeks before she decides, that’s her right.”
He slowly wrapped a strand of her hair around his index finger before he let go and pulled on his shirt. Buttoned his trousers. Stuffed his tie in his pocket.
“There’s a difference between right and correct, Rachel,” he replied gloomily.
“Between what's allowed and what must be.” He lowered his gaze and closed his eyes. His breathing was still labored, and she already missed his warmth, his touch, the feeling that everything would be okay. “So, yes, it’s her right to delay, and obviously, you can tell her what you think. But it’s not right that she’s doing it — and shit, you really didn’t have to. ”
Rachel’s eyes burned. She quickly rose and grabbed his arm before he could open the door. “Connor, wait. It wasn’t my intention...”
“No matter how good an intention is, sometimes it’s the outcome that counts,” he interrupted, shaking his head.
“No one ever intends to get divorced! And when people say they had no choice but to fall in love with their partner...or to cheat... Fuck.” He ran a hand over his face.
“My mom always said that. That you can’t choose your soul mate.
That she and Dad belonged together, come what may.
That you have to make sacrifices in marriage, and that she had no choice.
But if there’s anyone you should consciously choose after plenty of thought, it’s your damn partner, the one you want to spend the rest of your life with!
My mother made the wrong choice, and Mrs. Teager made the wrong choice.
And I’m not going to make the same mistake she did.
So...yeah, you’re right. We can’t keep doing this.
And if I have to prove you wrong, I’m going to find the perfect woman for me who has nothing to do with Match Me!
So just stay away from me, Rachel. Then we’ll have no problem.
Three more dates and we’ll never have to see each other again. ”
“You came to me,” she stated in disbelief.
“I know,” he replied tonelessly, opening the door a crack. “But you’re the one who has to stop this!”
“Stop what?”
“Building a vacation home in my head and under my skin!” he said sharply, and the next moment, the door slammed shut.
Rachel remained where she was, staring at the spot where Connor had just been.
Had he just called her...the wrong choice?
And why the hell did it bother her so much when she knew he was right? He was her wrong choice too.
She pressed her lips together and dressed. The room had become strangely cold without Connor, so she threw on a jacket as well.
It didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
The sex was amazing. It didn’t change anything, just because the man really excited her.
Their bet was still on. She wanted to find her dream man and Connor was just getting in the way.
She had a third candidate who had already invited her to mini-golf.
..and she would send Connor the time and place.
He’d claimed it was only fair that the same conditions applied to both of them.
And she had absolutely no problem with that.