Ask Me (Mess with Me 2)

“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s too risky.”

“It’s been too long,” he mutters. “I can’t go this long without you again.”

With one thrust, we connect and I cry out at the sudden shocking invasion. He pulls back and strokes into me again, moaning into my ear the whole time. With his back covering mine, his arms holding me down, I feel completely overpowered. Completely overwhelmed.

“Say you’ll stay with me.” He reaches between us, the heel of his hand tight against my clit. A hot coil of pressure builds beneath his hand, spiraling between the hard pistoning movement inside me to the gentle rocking pressure of his palm. He commands my body in a way no one else ever has.

He also holds the key to my heart as if it’s a treasure box only he can unlock.

He grips my hair and the bite of pain only sharpens the pleasure as he powers into me from behind, riding me hard, pushing us both to our limits. I stare mesmerized at our image in the mirror. He looks carnal, with the long, curling strands of my hair wrapped around his fist, whereas I look sultry with kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks.

If I could take a snapshot of this image I would, just to prove our passion is really this intense. Then he flicks his finger in a certain way and the sensation sends me hurtling over the edge.

I’m trying to be quiet but it’s impossible when something feels this good. I bite his arm to stifle the sound. He groans and nips my ear.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

He chuckles softly, resting his forehead against my back. “You can bite me anytime. You make me crazy.” He smooths my skirt down over my thighs.

“You make me crazy too,” I whisper.

Suddenly things are awkward, standing with him in a bathroom of all places, with the smell of sex all around us. “I need my panties back.”

“You’ll get them back. Tonight.” Andre grins and pats the pocket of his jacket. “In the meantime, their absence will remind you of me.”

He holds my head in his hands so I can’t avoid his eyes. “I want you to move in with me.”

“Move in with you?”

“Don’t say no right away. Just think about it. We’ll talk more tonight.” He kisses me then, a soft brush of his lips, before he backs away.

“I’ll leave first. I don’t want to embarrass you. Plus, I should at least show my face in this meeting since I requested it.” He winks and then he’s gone.

The door swings shut behind him and I hurriedly clean up before adjusting my skirt. The cool air in the room makes it even more obvious that I’m missing panties. Which was probably exactly what he intended.

He wants me to move in with him.

How did we go from one night to friends and now to sharing an address? Other people can live with someone casually but I’m not that sophisticated. Where I come from, living together is still a little taboo even if you’re engaged and getting married.

I don’t want to imagine what my mother would think if she found out I was shacking up with a man I haven’t even been dating that long.

The work day will be over soon and he’ll be expecting me at the penthouse. Which means I have between then and now to decide what to do.

A few hours later, I step off the penthouse elevator to find Andre waiting for me. I follow him inside and go through my usual evening routine, taking off my shoes and my bra, before pulling my hair down from its bun. I’ve gotten so comfortable being with him in the evenings that I didn’t even realize how much I would miss that routine until it was disrupted.

It’s amazing how fast I got used to being an everyday part of his life.

“Welcome home.” Finally I can do what I wished I could earlier. I jump into his arms and he staggers slightly to keep from falling.

“I felt very welcome earlier,” he murmurs.

“That can never happen again, by the way. My coworkers could have heard us. Someone could have seen you leaving the women’s bathroom right before I did. That was way too risky.”

He squeezes my leg. “I know. It was selfish of me to come to your workplace knowing what would happen. You have every right to want to keep things professional there. In my defense, I think I was delusional after not seeing you for so long.”

“It was four days.” But I’m smiling, too. Four days without him felt more like four months.

“We definitely need to talk about a few things.”