“You’re so beautiful,” I say softly, taking her breast in my hand and rolling her nipple between my fingers, and she sighs and throws her head back.
I want to savor every moment of our first time together. I want us to enjoy this. I want her to enjoy this. I want her to be ready.
“Come here,” I say, and Maren obeys, climbing on top of me so that my cock strains behind my zipper, pressing into her center. “Ride me.”
She looks at me for a moment, her eyes full of lust and hunger and a hint of confusion. I grind up into her. She shudders and smiles in understanding. With one hand splayed against my abs, she gyrates her hips over mine, moans instantly pouring from her lips. It only makes me harder to see her like this, using me for her pleasure, getting herself off.
I pull her face down to mine and kiss her again, deeper and more urgently than before, moving my hips against her rhythm. She sighs into my mouth, and when she pulls away panting, her face is flushed, her hair spilling over one shoulder. God, she’s beautiful like this.
“I need you,” she says, panting out the words between breaths.
She climbs off me only long enough to shimmy out of her panties. I draw down the zipper to my dress pants, and Maren tugs them down my hips.
I could almost laugh at how eager she is. But right now, there’s no humor. Just a whole lot of sexual tension—tension that’s been building for actual years.
I’m so desperate for her, I could burst. But I vow not to, not until she’s come for me first. I pull off my boxer briefs and drop them over the side of the bed. Maren’s eyes drink me in, widening slightly as they settle for a moment at my crotch.
I press my lips to her neck as she climbs back on top of me. This time, I feel how wet she is, and I groan as she moves her hips and we slide together.
Clutching her hip in one hand, I slow her movements.
“Could you come like this?” she asks, a mischievous smile tilting her lips.
Could I come like this? She really has no idea what she does to me. “Is that what you want?”
She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. “I want you inside me.”
“Condom?” I ask softly.
She meets my eyes. “I’m good if you are.”
“I’m . . . good,” I say, breathing out the word. I’ve always used condoms. Always. But Maren is different. And since I haven’t been with anyone since Samantha dumped me, and I was tested right after that, I know I won’t be putting Maren at risk.
Lifting up on her knees, she brings one hand between us to lift my cock from my stomach and then . . . fuuck.
Breathe, Hayes.
She’s hot and tight and so perfect.
I groan at the amazing warmth that greets me. She lowers herself, sliding slowly as she adjusts to the feel of me stretching her.
Her eyes sink closed and she makes a low, pleasure-filled sound. “Hayes.”
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I growl out the words, rising up on my elbows to nip at the soft spot between her ear and shoulder.
She gasps as I thrust deeper into her, every inch a step closer to heaven. She takes me until I’m fully inside her, and every muscle in my body tightens to avoid the pending orgasm I can feel building at the base of my spine.
It doesn’t take long for her to find her rhythm. The sounds coming out of her mouth are otherworldly.
Maren’s the best thing I’ve ever felt, and that knowledge doesn’t settle well with me. It’s a dangerous realization that I don’t have time to dwell on because she begins moving faster, her cries growing louder.
As she comes apart, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, and her hair is wild. I wish I could slow time, wish I could focus on each little detail of this moment, but Maren’s beginning to unravel, and I know I won’t be far behind. When she finishes, I clutch her tightly, erupting with a wild bolt of pleasure that I feel through every nerve ending. After, we collapse back onto the bed together, our chests heaving.
I’m starting to drift off to sleep when she places her fingertips on my shoulder.
“We should probably clean up, sleepyhead,” she whispers. Her face is still flushed, sweat glistening on her chest, her curls wild and messy around her head. She’s perfect.
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmur with a tender kiss to her temple.
“You have a good weekend?” Wolfie asks, his voice as even as ever.
He doesn’t suspect a thing.
“Yeah.” I choke out my response as we head toward the conference table to join the guys for our weekly team meeting.
We’re in the back office, overseeing product development as always. Except not quite as always. Because most days, I haven’t just fucked Wolfie’s younger sister over the weekend.
“What’d you do?” He folds his hands on the table, watching me.
“Not much.” Another lie. They come so easily to me now.
Guilt swarms inside me. As much as I try to pretend I have it all together, I’m nervous as hell. My heart pounds inside my chest.
What’s the end game here? What happens when Wolfie finds out? Or when I hurt Maren without meaning to? Because that’s bound to happen when you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing. And I don’t. I don’t have a fucking clue.
I sit down at the conference table next to Wolfie and cross one ankle over my knee.
Act normal.
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