The sweet pain only enhanced the pleasure as he started to thrust rhythmically into her. She clamped down around him, her slick heat giving him more pleasure than he could stand.
Her breathless moans filled the elevator, arousing him until he was on the verge of release. Simon had never had sex like this with any other woman. Right now, buried inside her, there was nothing between them. He had never been so vulnerable with a woman the way he was with Heather, and each time they had sex it was more than just a physical act. Every part of his body was a part of hers. His heart, his mind.
She came first, a loud cry of his name, letting him know. Ecstasy exploded through him and he came right after her.
As quickly as he could, he zipped up his pants and pressed a button to get the elevator going again. Meanwhile, she reached for her bag and ran her hand through her hair in an effort to smooth it down.
She clutched his arm and he shot her a glance. Her face was flushed, her cheeks glowing in the aftermath of her pleasure. Her hair was still messy, her lips swollen from kissing. Seeing her in the aftermath of her passion always made his heart race even faster.
He forced himself to breathe as he wrapped his arm around her. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”
A smile. “How do you always know the right thing to say?”
The elevator doors slid open and he guided her out. “I have you for inspiration. How could I go wrong?”
They stopped at the door of his apartment and he opened the door to let her in.
She pulled his jacket tighter around her body, and for some reason he enjoyed seeing her wearing his clothes. Maybe seeing her wrapped up in something he owned brought out his possessive instincts. “Oh gosh, I’m starving.”
“I can order Chinese if you’d like,” he offered.
“I’d like that,” she said, letting out a happy sigh.
Half an hour later they were both sprawled out on his bed, eating noodles out of takeout boxes. Heather had taken off his jacket and was totally naked underneath the sheet that barely covered her rear end. She was lying on her stomach, her slender legs wrapped around one of his pillows.
Right after their food had been delivered he had gotten out of his clothes, needing to expose himself to her after what they had gotten up to in the elevator. He hadn’t even bothered covering himself with the sheet. Heather seemed to relish it, because she was looking at him shamelessly like she was considering another round with him.
Suppressing a smile, he let his eyes wander up and down her body. He could gaze at her all day and never get tired of it. Right now, he was enjoying the endless curves of her body. Marveling at the way her hair fell about her shoulders in copper waves.
Simon set his half-finished box of takeout down on the night table beside his bed and lay down on his back beside her.
“We could cut work and stay here for the rest of the day.” He rolled over onto his side and reached out to start caressing her exposed back, following the arch of her satin-soft skin.
“I know you’re trying to get out of the interview,” she scolded. “You’re not going to throw me off that easily.”
He flashed her a lazy smile. “That’s not why I want to spend the rest of the day here with you.”
“In that case, we can finish the interview right here.” She handed him her box of takeout, gesturing for him to put it away.
Obliging, he set her box on the night table and resumed his place beside her. “What now?”
She lowered her hand to the floor, picked up her handbag, and started rifling through it. “I’m turning the tape recorder back on.”
Simon groaned. He had hoped that she would at least give him a break before firing more questions his way. “More questions already?”
“You’re not going to like what else I have to say,” she warned as she took her cell phone from her bag to glance at it. “The editor from the men’s magazine messaged me. He would like to know if you’re available for an impromptu photo shoot tomorrow.”
There was no use fighting it. She had more than kept her side of the bargain with that strip show in his office. “Fine. I can reschedule some meetings so we can get it done.”
She started texting rapidly. “Great. I’ll tell the editor to send the photographer and the journalist to your apartment tomorrow.”