My dress and his pants hit the floor at the same time, then he laid me across the couch, kissing me everywhere. Every inch of my skin was tingling from his touch. I loved the way my breathy moans made his eyes light up. My fingers gripped his shoulders as his lips teased my nipples, and my ache for him became a deep emptiness in my core.
Gasping, my eyes were closed as his teeth nipped along my throat, and I heard a foil packet tear open.
The rest of the world disappeared as he settled over me, spreading me open. “Look at me, baby.”
My eyes met his as he pressed into my wetness so slowly, his hands pulling me against him as he kissed me with a fire that I knew would never, ever go out. “I love you, Chelsea,” he murmured against my lips.
I felt him moving inside me, my body opening for him, craving him. “I love you, Ben.”
His slow, deep strokes filled me completely, as I spread my thighs wider, wrapping one leg over his hip.
“Mmm, baby you’re so soft,” he moaned.
His rhythm became quicker, deeper. He wasn’t rough, but he was confident. Passionate. I loved the way he overtook me completely, scooping a hand behind my back as he rocked me against him.
Our soft kisses were hypnotic, as his tongue tasted me hungrily.
“You’re so sexy, baby,” he groaned. “I’m already addicted to you.”
“Good,” I whispered, nuzzling his ear, “Because I’ll never get enough of you.”
The tension within me was growing, and his heat radiated through me. My hips were pushing up to meet his, pulling him even deeper. I could feel his shaft throbbing inside me, touching every nerve as I hovered right on the edge of bliss.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he said softly. He could see that I couldn’t speak, only gasp. Clutching him desperately, he smiled as I came in his arms, crying out as I shook against him. “So gorgeous, my Chelsea,” he murmured.
His thickness moved faster inside my wet tunnel, and I heard myself moaning, “Yes... mmm, please...”
I was still twitching from the last waves of my climax as he groaned, staring deeply into my eyes as he stroked faster, his cock lurching.
“Harder... Oh!” I gasped, as he thrust deep and quick until he growled, squeezing me against him as he came.
He kissed me deeply, then stared at me with absolute satisfaction. “My sexy perfect girlfriend,” he whispered, holding me close.
“My gorgeous boyfriend,” I murmured. Then my eyes flew wide. “Don’t tell my boss.”
Ben laughed so hard we nearly fell off the couch.
EPILOGUE
* Chelsea *
* Three Months Later *
After being Ben’s assistant for a few months, I was falling more in love with him every single day. He was always in a great mood. When he was stressed over a deadline, he would become quiet and focused, never irritated. Even when he was dealing with completely unreasonable clients, he’d always find a way to get them to see what they really needed.
I realized he would be amazing with kids someday, but I kept that little fact to myself for now. Although there was no way to scare him off at this point. He introduced me as his girlfriend, his better half, to anyone within earshot. He told clients that I was the smart one, and they’d be better off letting me set up the details.
A few times he’s asked me to shoot with him. If the client picked my shot instead of his – which has happened twice now – he would boast to them proudly that it was my work.
He was my lover, my biggest cheerleader, and my complete life partner. When my lease was up in a few months, we’d already made arrangements for me to move into his house, and Dale could take my apartment, since it was much nicer than his.
It was funny how Ben almost felt guilty having me do little things like the lunch run, or the boring paperwork, but I didn’t mind. He had to deal with endless client phone calls and meetings, which I didn’t enjoy at all.
When I came back to the studio with coffee and sandwiches, Ben’s face lit up.
“Hey sweetheart, I got our graphic artist to draft up some business card samples. Want to see them?”
“What are you talking about?” I set the bags down and came over to the big table.