His fingers kept her clitoris so entertained that she barely noticed when he rose and yanked off his own clothes. What she wanted was right in front of her but before she could turn desire into action, his hands grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her. Her legs immediately circled his waist to aid his efforts.
“Now. Please,” she whispered in desperation.
Without hesitation he plunged his cock into her cunt, withdrew and thrust into her again and again. He was so deep inside her she felt as though they had truly melded into one being. She wanted to hold on to that feeling but he had pushed her body to a level of arousal that could not be controlled.
Finally, with a succession of powerful surges, he took her to a dizzying height and kept her there until she felt as though every cell in her body vibrated with wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.
When she floated back to shore and opened her eyes, her legs were still wrapped around his waist but he was sitting on the floor.
“That was truly incredible,” she murmured.
He kissed her on the nose. “You are truly incredible. And beautiful. And absolutely perfect.” He placed a sweet kiss on her lips and gave her a crooked smile.
She automatically started to negate such flattery but his eyes confirmed that he meant what he said. “You make me sound like an angel and I’m pretty sure everything we’ve done this evening proves that I’m not.”
“And if you haven’t figured it out already, I’m damn glad you’re not. In fact, I get the feeling that we’re very much on the same page when it comes to what we like and how we like it.”
She chuckled. “If you mean hot, fast and the less traditional the better, you’re right.”
“Well you know better than anyone how I love being right. But there’s nothing wrong with traditional…every once in a while. We might even enjoy using a bed one of these times.” He gave her a wink and another peck on the mouth then abruptly looked around as though just realizing where they were. “You’ve never been here before. Um, would you like a tour? Cup of coffee?”
Cory laughed and gave him another soft kiss. “Yes, I would love a tour…eventually. For now I’d just like to see your bedroom. I’m not even close to being finished with you tonight.”
He rolled his eyes heavenward but wasted no time bringing them both to their feet and escorting her down the hall to the master suite.
“Very nice,” she said, looking around the neatly appointed room. She padded to the king-sized bed, kicked off her shoes and lay down. “And comfy,” she added, patting the spot next to her.
He smiled down at her in a way that made a flurry of butterflies take off in her tummy.
“Of all my fantasies,” he said, “this is my favorite. You, here, in my bed, looking at me like…like…”
“Like there’s nowhere else I’d rather be?” She watched his eyes darken with intense emotion.
“Exactly,” he said, settling down alongside her. His fingers trailed up over her hips to her breasts, drew circles around her nipples and skimmed back down to her thighs.
Cory’s heart swelled with joy. The only way she could be happier would be if she knew he wasn’t really upset about her leaving his office. “You know,” she said, lightly stroking his chest, “I will find you the perfect assistant before I leave.”
“You’d better,” he grumbled but gave her a kiss to counter his threat. “Of course I wouldn’t mind if it took you a few months to find me the right person for the job.”
“Hmmph. I’m figuring on a week, tops. Like I said, there’s practically a waiting list for my position…as your assistant that is.”
He was quiet for a moment. “I suppose I’ll manage. But don’t expect me to be happy about it.” His fingers traced a figure eight around her navel.
She gave him a quick peck on his mouth. “Understood. Any other little things you want to get off your chest while we’re still in talk mode?”
Raising himself on his elbow, he gave her a quizzical look. “Now that you mention it, yes. I can’t help but notice that you seem a little too anxious to be moving on. You said you didn’t have another job offer. What are you planning to do?”
Her face flushed with excitement and she sat up, suddenly full of energy again. “A good friend of mine is head of human resources over at the Xanadu. She’s often talked about how hard it is to get competent, trustworthy staff.”
“The Xanadu Hotel on the beach?” He frowned at her in disbelief. “Are you saying that rather than continue to work for me, you’d go to work for an architectural relic that caters to the rich and famous and probably pays minimum wage?”
“Don’t be silly. How could I ever be satisfied with another boss after you? I’m not talking about working for the hotel. I’m going to start my own temp agency and Xanadu will be my first client. I’ve got some unique ideas that I think my friend will jump at.”
His expression remained one of astonishment. “You do know that whole property is supposed to be haunted. Murdered gangsters, jilted lovers, even the ghost of the guy who built the place is supposedly still hanging around. I attended a seminar there once and I kept feeling like I was being watched. And I don’t mean in a good way. If I remember correctly, two or three people have disappeared from there. You’d be much safer in my office.”
She laughed. “Actually, I’m kind of hoping some of those freaky stories are true. Just think of all the fun things I’d have to tell you about over dinner.” She expected him to continue to come up with negatives but instead he just studied her face for a moment.
“You’re absolutely glowing,” he said with a nod of approval. “You were glowing quite nicely before but this is different.” He made a show of sighing with resignation. “Okay, what can I do to help?”
She wasn’t totally surprised that he would offer to be supportive eventually but such a quick turnaround was definitely an encouraging sign about the future of this relationship. “Hmmm,” she murmured as she ran her index finger from the tip of his nose down into the curls of his pubic hair. “You know, starting my own business could be very stressful. How are you at giving massages?”
He pulled her back down into his arms with a chuckle. “I can’t say I’ve had a lot of experience but I’ll be glad to work at it until you’re completely satisfied.”
As his fingers found their way between her thighs to give her a sampling of just how hard he was willing to work, she knew he was the right man for the job.
About the Author
Marilyn Campbell has been writing fiction novels, nonfiction works and screenplays for nearly twenty years. A true thrill-junkie, she has jumped out of an airplane, raced around the Indy 500 track, driven solo throughout the United States and believes a great roller coaster ride can cure whatever ails her. Happily, she is able to start every day with a morning walk on the beach with her four-legged companion, Sweetie.
Marilyn welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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