"Turn around," I command her, standing up. She now has both hands on the wall, her ass toward me and she's letting out soft moans.
I align myself with her entrance and she presses herself into me. She's so wet that my cock slides in, but she's tight, so I start off slow. I take my time until I'm in up to my hilt.
"You want this?" I ask, stopping for a moment.
"Mmm yes," she purrs.
"Say it."
"Yes, I want it."
"Say it again. This time like you mean it."
"I want it," she moans. "Fuck me, Derek."
Hearing those words spurs me on like never before. I slide in and out of her with each new thrust, my pace quickening. I feel her wetness coating my cock and I thrust faster and with new intensity. I can feel my balls slapping against her thighs and she reaches down, grabbing my balls in one hand and fingering her clit with the other.
"Oh god," she screams, her pussy tightening around me. She throws her head back and I place my mouth on her exposed throat. She moves her hands to my arms and grabs hold of me as an orgasm courses through her entire body. Feeling her tight spasms takes me to the edge and I can't hold it any longer. I shoot ropes of cum inside of her as her pussy continues to milk my cock.
I lean in and give her another kiss. "That's one way to jumpstart a morning," I smile.
"Yeah, that was pretty good."
I raise one eyebrow. "Pretty good? Is that all?"
"Okay, it was great," she giggles.
We step out of the shower and towel off.
"I better get to work for real this time," she says. "I can't afford to be late to work. But I'd like to do this again sometime—I—I mean, if you want to. Or if you don't, that's fine too."
"I'd like that," I smile. It's almost cute the way she's trying to remain aloof—to not wear her heart on her sleeve, but I can see right through it. She's enjoying this, and I am too.
I lean in and give her one more kiss. "Can I tell you a secret?" I ask.
"Of course, anything," she says.
"It's about Carter Jeffries. I know you're headed there now, and this has to remain between you and I."
"Cross my heart," she says, placing one hand on her chest. "You can tell me anything."
"Someone is embezzling money from me," I say. "And I believe it's from someone at Carter Jeffries."
168
Alicia
"So, do you think that I like don't notice you're so totally wearing the same clothes as you were yesterday?" Ashley asks me as we both grab our chicken rice from the food truck on the corner of 52nd and Park Avenue.
Okay, when I say food truck, I mean one of those chicken and lamb over rice kind of places.
And yes, I totally heard what Ashley just said to me, okay?
But I mean, what am I going to say in response to that?
"Yo, Earth to Alicia," Ashley says, as she looks in my direction as we sit down on the steps of the Seagram's building. "Are you even listening to me, or are you in like some weird billionaire sex coma?"
Okay. I need to figure out what to say to make her stop.