His Terms

“Oh, fuck. I’m so close, Sorcha, so damn close.” He groaned and grunted. “You’re going to come again, baby.” He moved his thumb to her clit and started rubbing it quickly. He pounded faster and harder into her, the sound of her pussy suctioning his dick loud to her ears.

So close.

She fell back on the bed, loving the way Rian worked that digit on her clit. Sorcha moved her hands back to the headboard, grabbed the slats tightly, and braced herself for the onslaught of pleasure. She opened her mouth to scream out, the eroticism so magnetizing she couldn’t control herself.

Her pussy tightened of its own accord and milked his cock until her whole body ached from the aftermath. She opened her eyes, not even realizing she had closed them.

His breathing hitched, and his face became a mask of pleasure when he suddenly jerked out of her, grabbed his shaft, and stroked it quickly. The vision of his cock in his hands, glistening from her juices, was a sight beyond words.

Rian groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as ribbon after ribbon of cum shot out of him and landed on her stomach and chest. That sight alone could have given her another orgasm.

He stared her, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. “I could watch you come all night long.”

“I don’t know if I could handle all night long.”

He moved off the bed, and she watched him walk into the bathroom. His naked body was certainly a sight, and she realized that being with him made her feel truly beautiful. She didn’t feel fat or ugly when with him, because the way he looked at her, touched her, and kissed her, told her that Rian liked every bump and curve on her body.

Lying there, sated and relaxed, she closed her eyes. The sound of running water pierced her relaxation, but she kept her eyes closed and smiled. A moment later she felt a warm, wet cloth smooth over her flesh.

Opening her eyes, she watched as Rian cleaned her off before slipping into bed beside her. He covered them with the blankets and pulled her so she was flush with him—back to chest. Staring out the window, she could see the sky and stars, and tonight they looked so clear.

God, this man had made her fall for him, and that scared the hell out of her. Even after all the shit that had happened she couldn’t block her emotions out for Rian. She was returning to work Monday, and she didn’t know how things would play out. How awkward would it be once work started again?

All she could hope for was that letting her heart open to more than just disinterest toward this man wouldn’t hurt her in the end.

27

The end of the contract

Sorcha tightened her hold on her bag and stepped out of the bedroom. The week had flown by, and now that it was Sunday evening she would be returning to her crappy little apartment, with her crappy personal possessions, and her mundane life.

She supposed she didn’t have any more debt concerning her mother’s hospital bills, which would help her immensely on saving up and maybe one day getting a small house she could call her own.

She moved toward the study, expecting to see Rian there. He sat behind his desk, his phone pressed to his ear, and his voice tense and low.

“I’ll have the proposal drafted up, and have the figures in place if it takes me all fucking night.” He was silent for a moment as he listened to whoever he was speaking with. “No, I’m not going to have someone else do this, because if I want something done right I clearly have to do it myself.” After a few seconds he hung up, exhaled, and stared out the window.

“The car is taking you back?” he asked and looked at her.

She nodded and felt this emptiness start to fill her. She could see this flicker of emotion cross his face.

He stood and moved toward her, and when he was a foot from her, he said, “I can take you back.”

“You don’t have to do that. I know you are swamped with work, and with the workweek starting tomorrow it’ll be hectic.” Although she wanted more from him, this was all so new for both of them. Yes, they had said how they felt, had expressed their emotions, but they also needed to really think about all of this.

“I’m sorry I’ve been busy on our last day.” He cupped her face. “There was an issue with some paperwork never being drafted, and a potential client backing out of a deal we had set in motion for a while now. I’ve been trying to patch things up so I don’t lose a shitload of money in the process.”