He poked me again. “I’m a repeat offender. I’m not ashamed to admit it.”
I shivered a little, my thighs immediately trembling. Oh, no you don’t, I warned myself. Must. Get. To. Work.
I finished rinsing as Wes eyed me like I was the last juicy rib eye on earth. My heart thudded, rolling over inside my chest as I felt the familiar heat unfurl between us. He reached out, taking my nipple between his fingers. It beaded instantly. I felt moisture that had nothing to do with the shower pool between my legs, and my breath started coming in hot little pants. My body loved Wes, too, and it reacted immediately, opening up for him, eagerly grasping for him, completely out of my control. My body loved the way Wes made it feel, with his tender caresses and his very, very large penis.
My body didn’t care if I was late for work. My body just wanted to ride that thing.
He kissed me again, tongue roaming.
I guessed I didn’t care, either—my email inbox wasn’t going anywhere.
And I wanted to ride that thing, too.
I reached for him, leaning up to crush my lips against his. He sank his hands into my hair and positioned me so the hot water ran down my back. I no longer cared that my hair was getting wet. His tongue lashed against mine. Every time we kissed, I had this feeling: an unbearable ache, a longing for him to be inside me.
He ran his fingers over my jawline and put his forehead to mine. “I love you so much, it hurts.”
I smiled even as tears sprang to my eyes. I kissed him again, enjoying the sharp pang of all the feelings I had for him. “I love you, too. Now, show me how you feel.”
I leaned back against the tiled wall and lifted one of my legs slightly, opening my body up for his. I took his long, hard length in my hand and massaged it, playing with the sensitive tip. I rolled it between my fingers until his head lolled back and he moaned, moving against my palm, lost in how good it felt. When his eyes opened back up, he lazily and expertly put his thumb against my clit, circling it until my actions mirrored his—moaning and moving against his hand, my body begging him to enter me.
Please. Fill me up. I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, my kisses growing wild. I put his tip against the entrance of my sex, and he notched himself inside me.
He flexed his hips—pure power rolled off him, and I dug my nails into his ass, moving him in deeper. He gave me what I wanted, pumping his hips again so his whole shaft was inside me, stretching me, making me shake against him as he stroked my core.
He thrust into me, and I saw white. He was all the way in, his thick girth filling me like only he could. Our bodies felt made for each other, two interlocking pieces designed to end up together. Lost in the moment, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he lifted me up, pumping into me hard and fierce. I bounced up and down as I rode him, his penis deep inside me, caressing the place only he could reach.
I saw stars as I came, hard, screaming his name.
Wes’s orgasm chased mine. He thrust into me, again and again, his guttural groan turning to a laugh as he finished.
He set me down gently, and I clung to him, shaking.
He kissed me deeply, but I still shuddered when he pulled out, feeling bereft.
“I shouldn’t have let you pick me up like that.” My cheeks heated in shame.
He tapped my chin so I looked up at him. “I could totally handle it. Want to do that again so I can prove it to you?”
My legs were jelly. “In a perfect world, yes. In this one, I don’t think I can handle it.” I smiled at him weakly.
He grinned. “I’m just bluffing. I couldn’t do that again right now. Maybe ten minutes from now, but that might be wishful thinking.”
We both giggled, and I nestled against his chest, the warm water still spraying us. “I love you.”
“I love you more, baby. Now get going. The world needs conquering, and you’re just the high-powered female executive to do it.”
I pulled back, snapping back to reality. “That reminds me.”
He was instantly on alert. “Oh boy. What?”
“I need another favor from Ellis.”
Wes frowned. “Do you mind asking him yourself? I think I’m on his bad list.”
“Why?”
“I kept asking him about Fiona.”