I feel him slide out and then thrust back in. He starts off slow but then increases his pace, circling his hips.
“Mmmm,” I moan, feeling a new orgasm building low in my belly. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” Kyler breathes out harshly. He moves and presses my knees to my chest, hitting a deeper spot inside me.
“Ahh,” I cry out, arching my back. My sounds seem to encourage Kyler, and his thrusts intensify. My breasts move with every vigorous plunge and I squeeze them, pinching my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Our skin is damp and sticky with sweat, and it makes the distinct smell of sex cloaks us. It only serves to increase my lust, driving me closer to a higher peak. “Shit, that’s sexy.” Kyler’s words come out in a rush, and I watch the sweat forming on his forehead. I want him closer, so I move my hands behind his back and pull him down. Our joint moans, and muffled words swirl around us, until it’s replaced by the sound of Kyler’s body slapping against mine in all the right places.
“I’m close,”he says, kissing me hard and rough, nipping at my mouth, my neck, and the spot just above my breasts. I dig my nails into his tight butt and meet his hips thrust for powerful thrust.
“Kyler, I’m going to…” I suck in a breath. “Ahhhhhh…”
“Fuuuuuuck.”
A second orgasm coils in my belly and explodes between mine and Kyler’s bodies.
I hold onto Kyler for dear life, and revel in the feel him pulsating inside me as my muscles clench around him. After what feels like forever, Kyler’s eyes open and he looks down at me, pressing our foreheads together.
“Holy shit,” he says with a lazy smile.
Holy shit is right. But now it’s over, and I don’t know what to do. He rolls over, and I immediately feel his absence between my legs. There’s no way I won’t be sore in the morning. His cock is bigger than what I’ve ever had before, and after not having sex for a year, I’m a little out of shape. I catch my breath while Kyler climbs out of his bed to discard the condom. When he comes back, he surprises me and places a warm washcloth between my legs. He cleans me before I can protest, and after one last trip to the bathroom, he settles into bed next to me. What do I do now? Do I get up and leave or do I stay? My internal dialogue is halted when I feel Kyler’s arm wrap around my waist, and he tugs me to him, my back to his front. He kisses my naked shoulder. When his breathing evens out, and I’m sure he’s asleep, I wriggle free, careful not to stir him, and leave his bed. Admittedly, mine is much colder than his, but sleeping with him, after the amazing sex we just had, would complicate this. I promised myself one night, and staying in his bed would only make it harder in the morning.
~ Kyler ~
The alarm next to my bed screams, and I silence it before checking the time on my phone. Seven a.m. I roll over, expecting Cassey to be there. But instead find the other side of my bed empty and cold. Her scent lingers, and I feel slightly disappointed that she’s already gone. A morning quickie would’ve been a great way to start my day.
I take a quick shower, and get dressed for work, stopping outside the guest bedroom on my way to the kitchen. It’s empty, and the bed is made, causing my brows to furrow. My apartment is quiet, no sign of Cassey anywhere. After arriving at the office, I have my assistant, Nikola, hold my calls and I take the elevator down the few floors to Cassey’s office. Her door is open, and I hear her talking. She must be in a meeting. Listening to her voice, and her words, it’s obvious that she’s not only confident, but intelligent too. I’ve never thought intelligence as an attractive quality, but it looks fucking good on Cassey.
I walk in, seeing the guys from our IT department sitting in her office. “Okay, guys, that’s it for today. We’ll pick it up again tomorrow, and start working on creating algorithms for the self-publishing platform.” I clear my throat, and everyone’s heads turn in my direction.
“Mr. Knight,” Cassey greets. I hate it when she’s so formal. A mask slips over her face as she regards me. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“We need to talk,” I reply, watching the IT guys.
They start fumbling, and all greet me on their way out. Good. My ego jumps up and down because I visibly intimidate them. I dismiss them, and close Cassey’s door.
“Is there a problem?” she asks deadpan. Her hands start fiddling with papers on her desk and she avoids looking at me. I marvel at how gorgeous she looks, in her tight black skirt and red button up shirt, with her long, brown hair hanging in curls to the center of her back.
“Yes. I woke up alone.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Knight, but if you don’t have something urgent to discuss with me, I have important work to get back to.”
What the fuck? What happened to the woman from last night? “Well, Ms. Emerson,” I grind out. “It is urgent. You weren’t in my bed when I woke up this morning, and it’s a problem.”
She sighs, and spins to face me. “You got what you wanted, Kyler. You fucked me, and that was that. I’m making this easy for you, and for me, since I’ll be staying with you for the rest of this week. I’m saving you the trouble of having to tell me it won’t happen again, and I’m saving myself the humiliation of having any expectations beyond what we had last night.”
My brows furrow. She sounds like a fucking guy. “So last night was a one time thing for you?” I ask, puzzled.
“Wasn’t it for you?” she retorts, her voice cold.
This version of Cassey isn’t working for me. We’ll have to fix that. I step closer to her and cage her in against her desk, with her back to me. Her body tenses as I lean my mouth close to her ear.
“If you think one night is all we’ll have, you are horribly mistaken.” I feel her shiver, and knowing how easily I can get her body to respond to me makes me grin. She can’t escape the physical connection that sparks to life between us whenever we’re in the same room, a connection that was amplified last night.
“I don’t understand what you want,” Cassey says quietly.
I press my hips into her butt, her heels making her a little taller. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“I’m not a fuck buddy, Kyler.”
“And I’ve never said you are,” I reply.
“Then tell me what you want, what this is, so that I can get on the same page. Because right now I feel like last night was a meaningless fuck and quite honestly, the feeling sucks.”
I think about my next words, and phrasing them correctly so that there will be no mixed messages. I’ve always been very clear about what I want, and my pursuit of those things. Cassey is no different, but I won’t do this if it’s not something she feels she could want too. Granted, I will be disappointed, but I would never force her, or any other woman, to do anything they don’t willingly want to do.
“We’re two people, in a casual, sexual relationship who happen to work together. I don’t have the time to date, or the impulse to date, for that matter. But I want you, and I want you to want the same thing. If you don’t, I’ll respect it.” Cassey’s silent, but I can hear her thinking this through. I take the chance and lift my hands to her hips, sliding them up to cup her tits.
“Kyler,” she sighs, leaning back to rest her head on my shoulder. “We’re at work.”
“And I’m the boss,” I reply quickly. “Besides, I need to convince you that this is what you want, what your body wants.”
“How do you know what my body wants?”
I brush my lips over Cassey’s pulse and murmur, “Let me show you.” I slowly trail my hands down Cassey’s sides, grasping the hem of her skirt and lifting it up to reveal a red lace thong. “Oh Cass,” I breathe against her neck. “Lace is so sexy on you.”
One hand grips her hips, while the other slips into the front of her underwear. I cup her pussy, feeling the heat, and moisture pooling against my hand. My cock hardens and I rub it against the hollow of Cassey’s back.
“We can’t -” Cassey’s words are cut off my fingers brush against her clit and start rubbing in circles. Her hips move forward and she m
oans softly, her breaths coming in short pants.
I push one finger into her wet pussy and then another, when her hand comes down to rest on mine. I think she’s going to stop me, but then she presses my fingers deeper, riding both our hands.
“Yes,” Cassey breathes harshly.
I quicken my fingers until her pussy clenches and tightens as she comes. When her shaking stops, I right her thong and pull her skirt down. “Now tell me you don’t want this,” I say.
Cassey spins around to face me, still in my arms.
“That was coercion, Mr. Knight,” she replies, trying to smile.
“There’s more where that came from,” I pause. “But I’ll let you think on it, and we can talk later.”
“Okay,” she nods. She places a chaste kiss on my cheek, and walks out of her office quickly, ducking her head.
Considering she just had an orgasm, she looks pretty upset. So that begs the question: What the fuck did I do wrong?
Chapter 8 ~ Cassey ~
Shortly after midday, my phone buzzed on my desk. It’s a text message from Quinn, reminding me to meet her for lunch at the Deli down the road. I grab my purse, power off my laptop and join the bustling lunch crowd mulling about on the sidewalk outside. After I left Kyler standing alone in my office, I spent a good thirty minutes in the restroom trying to pull myself together, and make sense of my muddled emotions. I was overwhelmed, and embarrassed that I had behaved the way I did. I couldn’t tell of I felt embarrassed for sleeping with Kyler the first night I stayed at his place, or if I was embarrassed that I wanted to do it again. Several times. The way Kyler makes my body feel, and my inner fears are at war. What the hell has gotten into me?
As I enter the busy Deli, I spot Quinn at a table in the corer and she waves me over. Her smile slips when I sit down, and I know she can see the turmoil wreaking havoc with my mind. I’ve never been good at hiding my feelings from Quinn, and to be honest, I’m glad I have her to talk to.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, forgoing a traditional greeting.
“Nothing,” I lie, giving her the best faux smile I can muster.
“Don’t lie, Cass, I know you too well. You should be bouncing up and down because I can tell you have been thoroughly fucked in the last twenty four hours. So, what did the asshole do?”
“What makes you think it has anything to do with Kyler?”
Quinn’s eyes roll and she scoffs. “Last time I checked, I don’t have ‘IDIOT’ stamped on my forehead, so spill it sister. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? Do I need to castrate him?”
I open my mouthy, but a young waiter interrupts us to take our orders. Quinn orders bottled water and a chicken salad, and I order a latte and a roast chicken sandwich on rye bread.The waiter repeats our order and then excuses himself. I look up to find Quinn regarding me, but it’s with concern rather than curiosity. “So?” she presses.
“It happened,” I say simply. I bury my head in my hands.
“You slept with him?”
I nod, keeping my face covered.
“Well? How was it?” Quinn asks, leaning closer to me like I’m about to dish some dirty little secret. When I don’t reply, she pries my fingers from my face so that she can see me. I squirm in my seat, feeling a slight tinge between my legs. I knew I would feel a little sensitive this morning, but it’s even more so now after the way Kyler touched me earlier. My cheeks warm, and I look away. “Oh my God,” Quinn says excitedly, garnering the attention of a few of the other patrons.
“It was amazing wasn’t it? I can see it on your face! Tell me he rocked your world?”
I sigh, relenting to her interrogation and decide to give her all the dirty details she so badly craves.
“Ok, yes Quinn, you were right. It was amazing, and yes, I’m a little sore.” Quinn squeals, and this time she earns scowls from the people around us. “Is he big?” she asks, lowering her voice.
I nod, and she grins in approval. “What else?”
“He found me in my office this morning,”I hesitate, contemplating whether or not to divulge this next part. In the end, my need to make sense of my jumbled feelings wins out over my embarrassment and I continue, “and he, uh…he…” “Spill it!”
“He pushed me up against my desk and made me come with his fingers.” I look around quickly and breathe a sigh of relief when it appears that no one overheard me. How awkward would that be?
“You lucky bitch!” Quinn whisper-yells.
The waiter decides to arrive at our table just then, and places our orders in front of us.
Quinn waves him off, quite rudely I might add, and then continues with, “If it was amazing, then why the hell does it look like you want to cry? Do you regret it?”
Do I regret it? No. I don’t. I shake my head, and the meet Quinn’s eyes. “I ran out of my office after he, well, you know -”
“Made you come against your desk,” Quinn intercedes, a smirk on her face. “Quinn!” I scold, hearing a gasp from the older lady at the table to next to us. “I ran out,” I continue, scowling. “And left him in my office. I waited in the restroom until I was sure he was gone.”
“Is that why you looked so upset when you walked in here?”
“Yeah…I don’t know what happened. He seemed surprised when I said last night was one time thing, and then he offered me a casual, no-strings-attached, friends-with-benefits type of thing, I think.”
Quinn’s brows shoot up in surprise. “What did you say?”
“He said he’d give me a chance to think about it, and then we’ll talk about it later.”
Quinn purses her lips, and narrows her eyes slightly. “What do you want?” she asks.
I take a bite of my sandwich, and think about my answer. What do I want? I swallow my food, and lick my lips before replying, “I’m worried that what I want is wrong.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, Cass.This is me you’re talking to, so you can tell me honestly, what it is that you want.”
I hesitate, but then answer, “I want it to be with him again, but I’m scared that it will end up meaning more to me than it does to him. What if it ends up being more than just casual thing for me? What do I do then?”
“You’re jumping the gun here, baby girl,” Quinn says, taking hold of my hand. “If this is what you want now, then take it, and as soon as you feel it’s too much, then you walk away.”
“Is it really that simple though?”
Quinn sighs. “It’s as simple as you want it to be, Cass.”
“So, what? Do I just walk up to him and say ‘Yes, I’d like to be your fuck buddy until you get bored and throw my away’?”
“You could do that,” Quinn chuckles. “Or, you can take control and call the shots. You can tell him what you want, and set your boundaries, and if he’s not happy then he can go find someone else.”
Admittedly, the thought of Kyler being with someone else doesn’t sit well with me. It makes my chest feel heavy, an uncomfortable feeling settling in my belly. “You’re saying I should negotiate the terms and conditions of the sexual relationship I’m having, or about to have, with my boss? That is what you’re saying, right?”
“Yes,” Quinn replies emphatically. She must see the dubious expression only face.
“Don’t look so surprised. It’s the twenty first century, and women are far more forthcoming about they want nowadays. You won’t be the firs woman to think about having such a relationship with your boss, or any man for that matter, and I can assure you that you won’t be the last. So what are you so worried about?”
“That my mother was right every time she call me a whore,” I reply quietly. Quinn scoffs, popping a piece of chicken in her mouth. “That’s rich,” she says around the food in her mouth. After swallowing, she continues, “Just because you want a relationship like this with Kyler, doesn’t make you a whore. It just means you’re confident enough to ask for what you want.”
“But how do I know if this is something
I want?”
“You won’t know unless you try, and like I said, if you start to feel more, then you can walk away before it gets too hard.”
The waiter comes back to our table one last time, and Quinn pays the bill. I follow her out into the midday sun, and we fall into step with the pedestrian traffic heading back toward the Knight Media building. I’m quiet for most of the walk back, lost in my own thoughts, but then Quinn stops me just outside the lobby. She pulls me into a hug.
“Cass, for once in your life, stop worrying about the little things, and just go with what you want.
If it’s having crazy, unattached monkey sex with your boss, then don’t be afraid to tell him that. You’re a strong, gorgeous, independent woman, and I can guarantee that you hold the power here, so don’t be afraid to admit that this is something you want.”
I give her a weak smile. “Thanks, Quinny. Girls night out this weekend?” “You bet your ass, sister!”
I laugh, feeling somewhat relieved and lighter, after my talk with Quinn. She hooks her arm through mine and we walk into the elevators. When I make it back to my office, I close the door and flop down onto the sofa. I laugh at myself, thinking about how ridiculous it sounds to negotiate a ‘fling’ with Kyler. But, how ridiculous is it really?
We’ll simply be setting boundaries, and determining what we want and don’t want, to eliminate any exaggerated expectations that may arise. When I think about it - as if I’ve been able to stop thinking about it - would it be so bad to get ‘involved’ with Kyler? Maybe it wouldn’t be. Maybe I’m looking for an excuse not to do this, because deep down, I’m terrified of what it will mean. Then again, why does it have to mean anything?
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