“Come now, Alyson.”
She screamed, the heavy feeling coming deep within, and the familiar split second of panic that she might pee all over his bed. She squeezed down upon those fingers, and her pussy gushed, soaking her thighs and his hand in her juices, her loud moans almost pained, her abdomen clenching tight, over and over.
“Oh good, so good,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “I want more, girl. More!”
His thumb rasped her clit, and she went over, every nerve ending firing at once, all sound, all sight, all awareness leaving her in a white-hot burst of pleasure.
He kept working her gently, silently, those fingers knowing just what she needed and what she feared, playing with her too-sensitive clit, stroking the swollen, burning lips of her sex. He kissed her inner thighs, the stubble at his chin rough against her tender skin.
“Sir, please. I can’t. Not anymore, please.”
“Shh now.” He released her arms, his body sliding up between her legs. She murmured as the hot weight of his erection rested across her inner thigh. Then his thumbs eased her open, the broad head of his cock seeking the entrance, sinking slowly within her, every inch of him reawakening nerve endings as he stretched her. His cock fully seated within her, his fingers removed the blindfold, and he loomed above her, the deep blue eyes so close, intent, fathomless.
Beautiful.
She closed her eyes against it, her emotions raw. She should hate this man, despise him for what he’d wrought upon her. But as her pussy drew him deeper, her arms around him, her heels crossing at the rise of his strong buttocks, she knew the awful, bittersweet truth of things.
And it was something that could never be.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice ragged. “I want to see your eyes.”
Her gaze met his, and he took her then, savagely, that fiery blue gaze pinning her beneath him as surely as his thick, thrusting cock had. He didn’t speak a word, his jaws clenched, sweat gathering at his upper lip, his veined, muscled arms surrounding her, his breath coming in quickening grunts.
A single tear escaped and ran down her temple as she looked up at him, her sex clenching upon him, a last long moan rising in her throat as his thrusts rose to a punishing, fevered pitch. He fell upon her as he came again, his powerful body freezing, then pounding against hers as he groaned his pleasure.
Finally he stilled, his heavy body a pleasing weight upon her own, and she stared up at the ceiling, his lips moving against her neck, whispering one word:
“Alyson.”
They lay together then, his hand stroking the mess of her hair, her body curved over his, neither saying a word in the quiet, dark night.
And as Alyson feared what would come, what had to come next, sleep finally claimed her.
* * *
She found his card on her keyboard at work the next day. On it were written four simple words:
“Last day. Obligation fulfilled.”
She walked down to his office, thinking of the times she’d made that same walk with her heart in her throat. Now, she made it with tears in her eyes. But Karen’s sympathetic smile told Alyson what she already knew.
He was gone.
It was Christmas Eve, and Connie let her go home early to hug Noah, to never let him go, to whisper in his ear as he giggled that she’d always love him, that he’d always be her little man.
Christmas morning, as she sat snuggled on her couch, her cup of coffee warming her palm if not her spirits, she watched Noah dive into his presents, helped by Alyson’s mother and, at Noah’s insistence, Maria too.
As Alyson tried to push the thoughts of Will away, bury them for good, Noah jumped into her lap.
“Whoa, tiger, you’re gonna spill Mama’s coffee!” She pecked him on the nose, and he smiled, his brilliant green eyes sparkling.
“You missed one, Mommy.”
The white envelope was pressed into her hand, and he laid a wet little-boy kiss on her cheek, bounding off to play with his new toys.
She tore it open, the outside of the card showing a picture of two silver interlocked rings. Inside, written in the familiar spare script, were five simple words, and as she read them, tears streamed down Alyson’s face.
“First day. Obligation never fulfilled.”