Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and moan as I absorb all the different sensations – from his hands on my breasts to his cock buried deep inside my pussy – gripping me tightly. Planting my hands on his chest for leverage, I start to roll my hips. I grind myself down on his cock, taking him as deep as I can, while he works at my clit with his fingers.
I’m rocking on his staff firmly, and Sawyer is thrusting upward, matching my rhythm, our bodies moving toward the precipice of pleasure in unison.
“You feel so amazing,” he gasps.
I keep rolling my hips, watching triumphantly at the look of ecstasy sliding across his face. I feel his body tensing, and his cock swelling and know he’s not going to last much longer. He keeps working my clit with his fingers as I pick up my rhythm, impaling myself on his length even harder, savoring every second of it.
My body tenses. I feel my orgasm rushing toward me like a tsunami. Sawyer moans as I grip his thick shaft with my inner muscles, squeezing him as tight as I can. His breathing is ragged and labored, and I can see him gritting his teeth. I roll my hips harder, working his cock with everything in me as I bring him to the brink.
Sawyer raises his hips, piercing me deeper than he ever has, and hits a spot that touches off an explosion of sheer bliss I’ve never felt before. My body racks with sensation, and my every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. I throw my head back and cry out, my voice filling the air around us. I dig my nails into his chest, making him draw in a sharp breath as my orgasm crashes down over me.
A couple of moments later, I feel his cock pulse, and then with a growl that’s more animal than human, he explodes. The warm sensation of him filling me up with his come sends warm, delicious waves rolling through me, making me shiver with sheer delight.
Still sitting astride Sawyer, we slowly come to a stop, our shared bliss deeper than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. Finally, I feel his rod growing soft inside of me, and I collapse on top of him, still trying to catch my breath. Sawyer runs his fingers through my hair and trails them down my back, making me smile.
“You make me feel so incredible,” he murmurs in my ear.
“Mmmmm… I think that goes both ways.”
We lay coupled together like that for a while, neither of us speaking – neither of us feeling the need to ruin what feels to me like a perfect moment with needless chatter. We’re wrapped in a bubble of bliss, and because moments like these are so special and so rare, I want to enjoy it as long as I can.
I lay with my head on his chest, listening to the hard, steady thump of his heart. The rhythm is soothing and relaxing. I close my eyes and smile, relishing the feel of his arms around me. I’ve never felt so cared for before. Nor have I ever felt so safe.
Planting a soft kiss on his chest, I smile dreamily. Though I know I should tell him why I really came here tonight, I push it away, promising myself that I’ll tell him. Soon. Right now, I just want to enjoy this feeling that’s been so rare in my life.
I try to fight it, but the warm, comforting darkness of sleep washes over me, pulling at me until I give in to its dark embrace.
Chapter Twenty-Six Sawyer
“You gave her a job,” he says. “I have to admit, that’s not something I saw coming.”
I shrug. “Giving her flowers and chocolate just seemed to cliché.”
Rider and I are sitting in Roosevelt’s, having a beer after finishing up at the office. He chuckles and takes a long pull of his beer.
“But what are you going to have her do?” he asks. “I mean, you’ve already got an army of lawyers at your disposal.”
“I’ll figure it out.”
He frowns slightly. “You do realize she’s a criminal attorney, right?” Rider poses the question. “And you do realize there’s a difference between a criminal attorney and a corporate attorney like me, don’t you?”
I give him an annoyed frown. “Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“Do you really want me to answer that question?” he smirks.
“Fuck off,” I say but grin.
I look around the pub, watching the professional crowd filtering in. I have to admit if only to myself, that giving her the job was impulsive. Technically Rider is right – I don’t really have a pressing need or position for her at Compass. But it’s not like I can’t afford to keep her on staff, so what harm does it really do?
Although, if I’m being brutally honest with myself, after having given it a bit of thought, it’s just another example of me doing what she said she didn’t want me to do – throwing on my cape and trying to save her. But what else could I do? I couldn’t just sit by and do nothing when I’m to blame for her losing her job in the first place – whether she thinks I am or not.
I should have been more careful and not let myself be overwhelmed by my hormones. But she does something to me that I can’t explain. It’s not just the sex – although I do enjoy it a lot. Possibly more than I’ve
