The sensations coursing through me are leading to some dangerous thoughts.
She feels better than I remember and I want to stay buried to the hilt inside of her forever.
Suddenly, Lilah cries out brokenly, her hips jerking backward as her walls clamp down around me viciously. It’s impossible to move as the flood of her juices coats my dick.
She comes so hard and screams so loud that she nearly loses her voice in the process. I’m surprised that no one comes running to check on her.
When I feel her relaxing around me, I resume my fevered movements. It doesn’t take long for me to catch up with her and surrender to the pleasurable waves washing over me.
Releasing her hair, I pry my cock from her folds just in time to shower my hot cum all over her ass. I want her covered in my seed so that even in my absence there’s no question of exactly who she belongs to.
Jerking my engorged dick, I don’t stop until I know that I’ve marked her with every last drop. My arousal drips down her thick thighs right before my eyes, and I swear to God I’m hard all over again.
Shit.
What the hell am I going to do with her?
Twenty-five
LILAH
Andrew departs shortly after signing some paperwork and promising to return later to pick me up. Kissing me hard on the lips, he leaves me there in my office.
It takes me a good half hour to get myself together after that encounter. I’d never been a fan of quickies in the past, but damn it I’m sold now.
But only if they’re always that explosive. And only if they’re always with Andrew.
The friction created while he slammed in and out of me…
My goodness.
My panties and stockings are irreparably ruined in the aftermath and I barely blink an eye when I see the damage. Because the evidence of his completion is all over both items, I flush at the memory of being owned by him just moments before.
The rest of the day is full of monotonous tasks and boring email exchanges with Edward about Andrew. He’s thrilled when I send over the forms that were signed this morning.
“Great work, Ms. Tucker. I’ll send over some documents that you can peruse at your leisure for the rest of the day.”
More busy work.
I want to prove myself by working with more clients.
“Are you sure I couldn’t be useful to you in any other ways? I’m more than happy to contact some potential clients if you’d like.” My voice is just the right mix of sweet and professional.
I need for him to take me seriously.
Edward doesn’t miss a beat and shuts me down right away.
“No, that’ll be all. Enjoy the rest of your day. Please monitor your email for any urgent correspondence from me.”
Then the line clicks and I’m left staring at the phone openmouthed.
Well, he did tell me to enjoy my day.
That’s definitely a step in the right direction for him, considering his usually icy demeanor.
Maybe he’s warming up to me.
***
At five o’clock on the dot, I’m waltzing out of Castle and heading for the parking lot.
“Have a good night, dear,” Louisa tells me with a secret smile as I push open the door.
What’s she smiling about? Oh, God. Had she heard me screaming like a banshee earlier?
Heat rises up my neck as I remember just how loud I was.
“Night,” I sputter before walking out.
Andrew is just stepping out of his antique muscle car and gives me a panty-dropping smile when he sees me.
Although, I’m reminded that I’m not wearing any panties. Still, it’d be a panty-dropping situation if I had some on.
When I’m just a few steps away, he reaches out to me and pulls me flush against his chest.
“Hi Cupcake,” he murmurs against my lips. The kiss is hard and full of hunger. He nibbles and pulls at my lips as if he hasn’t seen me in months, when in reality it’s only been a few hours.
As he pulls his lips away from mine, I reach up and touch my kiss-roughened lips.
“Hi yourself,” I say, drawing in a very deep breath.
Andrew opens the door for me and walks back over to his side of the car. I watch his easy yet purposeful gait, admiring the way his shoulders shift in time with his powerful strides.
The man could be a walking billboard for sex. It makes no sense for one man to possess so much raw, masculine energy.
It really isn’t fair.
Andrew pulls into traffic and maneuvers the rumbling car expertly through the congestion littering the streets. Everything he does makes me aware of just how capable he is. In all things.
A strong pulse starts between my legs and I bite down hard on my lip. Folding my legs, my eyes land on each of the buildings we pass as I try to occupy my mind with thoughts that don’t revolve around jumping the bones of the man beside me.
“How was your day?” Andrew asks, his deep voice breaking into my thoughts.
Dragging my eyes away from the window, I give him an easy smile.
“Started out kind of rocky,” I share as my mind wanders back to my discovery in the parking lot this morning. “But things are looking up.”
Nodding, Andrew turns a corner and accelerates as the road opens before him.
“What about you?” I quiz. “How was your meeting earlier?”
When he left me panting over my desk this morning, he told me he was headed to an important business meeting regarding his art. I don’t remember the exact details considering how scatterbrained I had been at the moment.
“Productive,” he states lowly. “Thanks for asking.”
His voice holds a note of reverence as he speaks, like he’s not used to people asking about his day. And I wonder if that’s true.
The thought makes me frown.
“Where
