Fighter in Lingerie (Lingerie 14)

I didn’t smile, but my heart noticeably lightened in my chest. When I was at work, I rarely thought about anything besides money, security, and scotch. But Carmen drifted into my mind from time to time, especially when I was in my office. “You’re the only woman who’s ever been in my office.” I’d stared at the leather couch and remembered fucking her there. We’d fallen asleep afterward, and I’d cuddled her with my body to keep her warm. She’d wrapped herself in my clothes like a blanket, and I’d acted as her personal heater.

Her playful attitude faded away, her eyes softening like that meant something to her. “Why is that?”

“I don’t trust anyone down there. It’s where I keep all my records and laptops.” If someone wanted to steal my information, they could have a woman seduce me, and when I was passed out, she could rifle through my belongings and transfer everything to a hard drive. Ruby had tried to invite herself to my office once before, but she’d been denied. “But I knew I could trust you.”

“Trust me?” she whispered, her voice shaking particularly hard on the word trust. “You hardly know me…”

We’d known each other a relatively short amount of time. I didn’t know everything about her, from her favorite color to her most embarrassing childhood story, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know her spirit. “I do know you. I know you don’t give a damn about my money. You’ve never been impressed by it—still aren’t.” My hand moved into her hair, and I felt the ache inside my chest, a sensation I didn’t recognize because I’d never felt it before. With Carmen, I never had to be on my guard. I never had to look over my shoulder and wonder what her motivations were. “You’re an honorable woman who comes an honorable family. You would never steal from me, not when you can accomplish anything you want on your own.” Carmen was fierce and strong, more independent than most men I knew. Ruby was a man-eater looking for someone to take care of her. The women couldn’t be more different. I didn’t even know women like Carmen existed until I passed that alleyway. “You wouldn’t betray me.” She didn’t owe me any loyalty, but I knew she gave it anyway. There wasn’t greed in her eyes. She was afraid of my power, not obsessed with it. It allowed her to see the man under the suit. It allowed her to see me.

“No…I wouldn’t.” Her green eyes looked into mine, becoming more vibrant as the attachment between us intensified. There had always been powerful chemistry between us, but this connection was different. I felt it down in my office when she sat in my lap, when I told her it would be hard for me to let her go. Now I felt it again as I continued to look into her beautiful face. I didn’t need to press my lips to hers to kiss her. I didn’t need to touch her to sense her, to tell her how quickly her heart was racing. Somehow, I could feel everything in that moment. I’d never experienced this kind of intimacy in my entire life, regardless of how many women I’d bedded. This was different.

I lifted her into the air so I could carry her to bed. Her body moved with my direction because she could read my intentions so well. I carried her to my bedroom down the hall, our faces pressed together without kisses being shared.

I laid her on my bed, lowering with her as my jacket slipped off my shoulder and dropped beside us. My tie fell off somewhere down the hallway.

She pulled off her panties for me, too eager to wait for me to take them off. She kept her shirt on and widened her legs for me, like there wasn’t time to strip down to her naked skin.

I pushed my slacks and boxers down until my cock was free. My shoes were still on and so was my collared shirt. I was too eager to take my time, so I pressed my head through her entrance, felt the notch of her body, and then slipped all the way inside. I sank in deep, hitting her at the perfect angle because her legs were wide open. I moaned once I had her, when I was surrounded by the slickness of her perfect pussy. I’d been at the casino all night, unaroused by the naked women constantly walking around, but the second I came home and saw Carmen sleeping on my couch, I was harder than steel. “Fuck…” There was nothing better than being sheathed to the hilt inside her pussy, feeling that powerful squeeze as she stretched around me.

She gripped my cheeks and dug her nails into the muscle, shivering around me because my entrance pleased her so deeply. Her nails sliced me before they ran up my back. She breathed into my face, biting her bottom lip in the sexiest way. “Yes…fuck.” She was enjoying this as much as I did, like this was the first time we’d ever been together.