She began to thrust up against him, taking more of his cock. He sped up his thrusts until he was pounding away inside her. The desk was secured to the floor, and it didn’t move, giving him the chance to hold her and fuck her hard.
It was a dream, and as he came, he nearly filled her pussy with his spunk. Pulling out at the last minute, he finished off over her mound and stomach, the dress taking several drops of his cum as well.
Panting for breath, he stared down at her. Placing his hand on her thigh, he saw blood and cum smeared together. He hadn’t meant to touch her.
“Wait here.”
“Where am I going to go?”
He grabbed a washcloth from his bathroom, wetting it with some warm water. Returning to her, he wiped the drops of cum and blood from her body. Once she was clean, he went back to the bathroom, washed his hands, and rinsed the cloth out.
When he entered his office, she was sitting up and trying to put her dress back on.
He rushed to her side, helping her, sliding the straps of the dress back into place, giving her the modesty she was seeking.
“I didn’t come here for that,” she said.
“I know. I know you didn’t.”
“I’m so sorry.”
He frowned. “Why are you sorry?”
“You must think I’m easy or something. I can’t believe I just did this with you. I’m insane.” She tried to jump down off his desk, but he wouldn’t let her go.
Holding her thighs, he kept her locked into place. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I shouldn’t be here,” she said. “I didn’t want to come in the first place.”
“You didn’t?”
“I didn’t trust Melanie. When she said she was coming here, I wanted to see you again. Not see, obviously. Ugh, you know what I mean. You haven’t been by to see me play, and I thought I had upset you.”
He liked her rambling. It was cute. “You could never upset me.”
“Then why haven’t you come back?”
“Because I’m an asshole,” he said. “I’ve been busy, but I’ve been wanting to see you.”
“You’re not married, are you? Holy crap, I’ve just had sex with a married man?”
“I told you I’m a widower.”
“Oh, right. I can’t think right now. I’ve just had sex.”
“Did you like it?” he asked.
“What?”
He saw her blush, and again, it was the cutest thing.
“Did you like having sex with me?” He had never talked this way with anyone, not even his first wife.
The women he was used to knew who he was. They knew what he was capable of. Since meeting Belle, he hadn’t gone to visit them.
He was losing his mind.
“Yes, I did,” she said. “Erm, was I … okay?”
Cupping her face, he tilted her head back, staring into her eyes. In this moment, he was so pleased she couldn’t see. If she knew who he was, she’d run screaming. For now, he was just a man who owned a bar; he wasn’t of any real importance to her or anyone else. “You were perfect in every single way.”
This meant so much to him, he couldn’t even think straight. He was the wrong kind of guy for her. She should be running in the opposite direction, but no matter what, he kept coming back for more.
Taking possession of her mouth, he kissed her hard, needing her, hungry for more. Even though he’d just come, he wanted her again.
“Are you just going to walk away again?” she asked, breaking from the kiss.
“I’m not walking away this time.” He was more determined than ever to make this work.
He saw her smile, and it calmed everything inside him.
“Let me take you home,” he said.
“I’d like that.”
First, he took her hand. He was so busy getting his dick inside her, he didn’t take the time to look at her hand. “How is it?”
“It’s fine. A little sore. It’s not cut, is it?”
“No, it’s not cut.” He kissed her head.
He couldn’t seem to let her go. Each time he touched her, he was hungry for more. He’d never experienced anything like this.
Grabbing his jacket, he placed it gently across her shoulders, covering her from anyone else. He didn’t want any other man to look at her. She belonged to him now, and he took care of her.
Leaving his office, he nodded for his men to stay exactly where they were. His security team would follow him, but he didn’t want or need them asking him any questions. He walked her out the back of the club to the waiting car. Easing her inside, he strapped her in, being careful as he did so.
Climbing behind the wheel, he started up the car and took off, heading in the direction of her apartment.
“You know, I’ve never had a boyfriend,” she said. “Is that kind of weird?”
“It’s not weird at all. You were saving yourself for me.” He took her hand, kissing her knuckles. He’d never been an overly affectionate guy, but with her, it would seem he was breaking every single kind of rule.