I Like Being Watched

Hard.

Deep.

And as soon as I was settled inside her, her pussy did that little clenching thing that damn near made me come right then and there.

I had to take a moment to breathe deep before I got control over myself again.

"You're so fucking tight," I groaned as my hips started to rock into her. Not hard or fast, wanting to drive her up more slowly, wanting to hear her crying for release before I gave it to her. "Tell me you've been thinking of me," I demanded. "Here," I added, jerking a little deeper, hearing her breathing hitch at the sensation, then doing it again. "Just like this."

"Y...yes," she moaned, starting to wiggle her hips in circles as I continued to fuck her, trying to get herself closer to the finish line faster than I was going to let her.

"How often?" I demanded, thrusting a little harder.

"All the time," she admitted.

God, I didn't know how badly I needed to hear that until the words were out of her mouth.

I'd never been needy with a woman before. But that was exactly what Wynn made me. Needy. Desperate to know I wasn't the only one feeling the growing connection between us, that she needed me as much as I was starting to need her.

"Are you done fighting this?" I asked, fucking her faster.

"Yes," she whimpered, rocking back into me, getting closer.

"Good," I said, pressing a hand into her back, pushing until she moved flat against the island, her cheek flat on the cold countertop.

Only then did I grab her hips and give her what she needed, what I needed.

I fucked her. Hard and fast and relentless as her pussy got tighter and tighter, as she got closer and closer.

"Come," I demanded as her moans ricocheted off the kitchen walls. "Fuck," I growled as her pussy spasmed around me, as she cried out my name, as she milked my orgasm out of me.

We stayed there for a long moment as we both pulled ourselves back together before I slid out of her, moved away to deal with the condom, and tuck myself away.

By the time I turned back, Wynn was pushing up from the counter, and turning toward me with a big, goofy smile on her face. It took all of two seconds to realize she was completely fucking covered in flour.

"You know, if you wanted me naked, you could have just asked instead of ruining my dress," she told me, patting at the white powder before giving up, reaching down, and pulling the damn thing right off, leaving her standing there in nothing but a barely-there bra.

"That doesn't look like naked to me," I told her, leaning back against the counter because my fucking legs felt weak looking at her.

"What? You don't want to rip this off of me too?" Wynn asked with a saucy little smile as her chin lifted, and her hands went to the clasp between her breasts, undoing it, then sliding the material off, letting it drop carelessly to the floor beside her dress and what was left of her panties. "Better?"

"Infinitely," I agreed, holding out an arm, watching as she fought with herself for a long moment before she gave in and moved forward toward me, letting my arms go around her. "Now, wasn't doing that much better than not doing that?" I asked, brow raising as her gaze lowered, masking whatever emotion that may have crossed her eyes.

"Fitz, it's complicated," she insisted as her fingers toyed with the lapel of my jacket.

"What is complicated about it? You want me. I want you. Seems pretty fucking simple."

"Maybe it's that simple for you. But it's not for me."

"Because..." I invited as my fingers drifted up and down her bare back, enjoying the way she shivered at the soft touch.

"Because I work for you," she said, sighing. "If this goes south, your life doesn't change at all. But I would be out of work."

"I wouldn't fire you."

"Sure, you say that now," she said, rolling her eyes. "But if things went bad, like really bad, there is no way you would want me in your house every day still."

"Would you like me to draw up another document about how I will give you a large and comfortable severance package as well as a positive reference should your job no longer exist?" I asked. "I'm not being a smart ass," I added when her gaze cut away again. "If that will make you feel better, I will do that."

"It makes everything sound so business-like."

"It makes it sound like you are being smart and making sure you have your ass covered," I corrected, going ahead and letting my hands glide down to the aforementioned ass, and sinking in.

"You don't think it would be weird for us to be... starting something when I am still working for you?"