I tug on them and she raises her ass. I slide them down her legs, stopping to kneel to kiss her calf before I toss the panties on the bed.
"Tell me if it feels good, Lark," I coax.
"I like it. I like everything you're doing."
I kiss the top of her pussy. One lick of my tongue over her cleft before I nudge her legs apart. "Don't hold back with me. Tell me how I make you feel. Let yourself go."
She's quiet; a lover so silent that I can only read the subtle nuances in her body's movements to know if I'm giving her what she needs.
She nods. "I will."
I slide my finger over her folds, the sensation pulling a deep groan from the back of my throat. "If I hurt you, you stop me. You'll tell me to stop."
Her back braces against the bed as I graze the tip of my cock over her clit. I could come like this without ever being inside her. The smell of her skin and the fact that she's wet as fuck is enough to send me over the edge. I might die from pure pleasure when I'm inside her. I feel it. She'll grip me so tight I'll feel her pussy wrapped around me for days.
I gasp as I slide the tip in. She whimpers so softly it's barely noticeable. "Let it go, Lark. Let your body feel."
I bury myself completely inside her. My selfish need to consume her is worth the pain that's etched on her beautiful face.
Her hands fist the blanket underneath us, her bottom lip trembles and when I start the fucks at a slow and steady pace, her eyes roll back, her nipples furl into tight points and she finally, finally lets out a barely audible, sweet-as-all-hell moan.
Chapter 14
Lark
"By the way, Christine is fired," I say as I watch him dress. "Crew fired her tonight."
"Why?" he asks without looking at me. "What happened?"
I realize post sex is not the best time to talk business, but I want to have this conversation before someone else texts him to tell him, or he reads about it online on someone's social media account. Christine works for him. I think he values her contributions to the marketing team, but I have no scope of how her termination will impact him or the work he has lined up for us next year.
"She called me a whore." I open with that because in my books worst first is never a bad approach.
"Christine called you a whore?" He finally looks at me. "You're the farthest thing from a whore. What the fuck is wrong with her?"
"She started talking about your dick pics when we were at the party." I sigh. "I told her to stop and she said she saw us kissing last year and that I was your whore on the side. She said when you weren't fucking Gem you were fucking me."
"Jesus Christ." He wraps his arms around me, tugging me closer to him. "You had to listen to that? I'm sorry, Lark. I'm sorry I wasn't there."
"I
was handling it," I say as I lean my cheek against his chest. "Then Crew stepped in and dropped the gauntlet. He was furious. He heard everything she said."
"He heard it all?" He pushes me back so he can look down at my face. "He must be pissed."
"He's mad at Christine." I roll my eyes. "She wasn't quiet when she was on her rant. Every person in the room heard it."
"They heard her say that she saw us kissing?"
"Yes." I suck in a deep breath.
"Crew knows that we kissed?" He winces as if he's being punched in the gut. "Do I still have a job to go back to?"
I pat him playfully on his chest. "Crew has his reservations about us, but your job isn't in jeopardy. He trusts me to do what I want and to handle things if this doesn’t work out."
Confusion etches his brow. "You and Crew discussed the two of us before you came to Cremza tonight?"
I don't want to lie to Ryker about what brought me to Cremza, but I owe Crew for pointing me in his direction. "We talked about you and the kiss we shared last year. I left the office after that and came to Cremza to get an ice cream."