“Yes!” I cried out as another orgasm rocked my body.
A low growl that grew louder tore from his lips. “Fuck…fuck…” He thrust hard, and warmth filled my pussy. “I’m coming…fuck, so good…” He thrust again, and again, each time filling me until I could feel it dripping out of me.
Finally, he stopped, dropping his forehead to mine as he heaved in breaths. “Fuck.”
I held him as my pussy kept convulsing around his cock.
Finally, the haze of orgasmic bliss dissipated, and reality set in. What had I done? I hadn’t been able to make it one night before I let him touch me. It was amazing, and oh, so wrong.
His dick fell from my core, spent but sated, covered in his cum and my juices. “Let me get a towel.” he said as the mess dripped on the table and floor.
I jumped down and gathered my clothes, slipping on my shorts and t-shirt. When he turned back, his face registered surprise, some anger, and some hurt.
“Are you alright?” He handed me a paper towel, and then he went to wipe up the mess.
“This is your mother’s table.” I was mortified. How could I eat here again knowing what he’d done to me on this table?
“She won’t know.” He flashed me his signature grin, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He wanted to lighten the mood. He wanted me to lighten up. But I couldn’t. “There was no way I’d have made it to a bed.”
“We can’t be doing this.” I really needed to stick to my guns on this. There was too much at stake to let my hormones get the best of me.
“Why not?” he asked.
I gave him
a look that said, “you know why.”
“I have no problem with this. We’re going to be married. Married people have sex, Sinclair.” He thrust one leg then the other into his jeans, jerking them up.
“It’s not a real marriage. A real relationship. We need to keep our hands to ourselves and focus on the goal; to deal with Stark.”
“We can fuck and still deal with Stark. What’s the big deal?” So, to him, it was just fucking. I supposed that should have made me feel better. The last thing I wanted was emotions screwing things up. Still, it would have been nice if there was more to it, which even as I thought it made no sense. This was why we had to stop having sex. It messed up my thinking.
“It muddies the water, Wyatt. We can’t afford for that to happen.”
“You think I can’t keep sex and business separate?” He tugged on his t-shirt.
Again, his words hurt me even though it was exactly what I wanted. For him not to think of me as a long-term deal.
“It would just be easier. Besides, with Alyssa here…I can’t risk her seeing something.”
He rolled his eyes at me, making me angry. “You think I’d really fuck you somewhere she’d see it? Jesus, Sinclair. What kind of man do you think I am?”
“That’s the point. I don’t know. Not anymore. We’re not eighteen-year-old horny kids with stardust in our eyes, believing in fairy tales. This is real life.”
His green eyes flashed with anger. “Maybe it was all a fiction for you, but I loved you, Sinclair.”
“You left!”
He jerked back and because he really had nothing that he could say to contradict my point, he turned away.
“This is why we need to keep the boundaries straight,” I said quietly. “To avoid what’s happening right now.”
He lifted his hands in surrender. “Fine. No fucking.” He started for the kitchen door that went out to a sun porch. He stopped and turned. “But this needs to look real if I’m going to have a chance against Stark.”
I nodded, not sure what he meant.
“So, when we’re out in public and I hold your hand, you have to pretend not to feel disdain and revulsion at my touch.” He started out the door.