His Temporary Assistant

She tightened around me and finally let go, drowning me in her pleasure. Breaking around me and going limp so that I could cradle her against me and fasten my mouth to her throat while I joined her.

Pouring into her felt like dying and being reborn. Stripped down to my most elemental state.

We didn’t move for the longest time. I stroked her hair when I could lift my arm, and she snuggled into me, boneless and replete. Her weight in my arms felt so right.

Perfect.

There was no teasing. No words at all. I’d never felt such…harmony. It was a strange description, but it fit. We were in total sync, from our heartbeats to our breathing.

I didn’t want to lessen the moment with something inconsequential, and everything felt inconsequential after this.

We stayed so long in that same spot that the moon rose to its peak in the shifting clouds overhead before beginning its descent. The heat of the day cooled until the breeze turned cooler. And Ryan stayed watchful, her fingers curled against my chest as if she was in no more of a hurry to move on than I was.

I didn’t know what time it was when I finally admitted defeat.

“I need to use the facilities.”

She giggled against my chest, probably the best sound in the universe. “You can just say pee. You can squash your prim and proper side outside of work, you know. I mean, you can squash it there too, but I don’t want to blow your mind.”

“Too late there, Miss Moon.”

“Gotta say I rather enjoyed it.”

“Rather?” I tugged on her hair. “My dick probably has a belt imprint.”

“I can kiss it better.”

I had to laugh. “Give me a couple hours.”

“You underestimate yourself.” She gave a testing wiggle against my lap. “After earlier, I have no doubts you could get up to anything you put your mind to.”

“That wasn’t my mind.”

She looked up under the fringe of her lashes. “No indeed.”

I nearly broke our quiet spell with my necessary truth.

Hey, guess what? I quit today.

It would be so easy to tell her what I’d done. Especially out here where work seemed so far away and not at all related to the heart of us.

Then she shifted against me to stretch her arms far above her head, and I forgot all about things that didn’t matter right now in favor of sucking on her pretty nipples.

A guy had to have priorities.

Eventually, we dressed again and shambled inside like drunks, leaning against each other every few feet when walking seemed too complicated. She stumbled over something on the path and I picked her up, savoring her laughter as I tried to summon enough coordination to get us both inside in one piece.

The cat eyed us as we made it into the master bedroom. He’d changed his location to the pillows we needed to sleep on, most likely so he could be a peeping Smoky while Ryan undressed for bed.

Not that she was exactly comfortable with the prospect.

“I can go home. I should go home.” She stood in her bare feet, tugging on the dress she’d buttoned entirely incorrectly so that the slightest shift revealed a hint of nipple. I didn’t mind, although I’d prefer the full naked picture.

I propped my head on my hand where I was stretched out on the mattress, already dressed in my silk sleep pants. “If you want me to, I’ll drive you home.”

“Oh, no, you’re already undressed. I can catch an Uber. Or call Luna. Or Luna can get an Uber and come get me.”

I was tempted to ask why she needed best bish accompaniment on her ride home, but she probably intended to rate my skills in the sack—or in the wicker chair. I wasn’t sure why that couldn’t be done via text, but far be it from me to question such things.