Surrender

“You are valuable to me. You know that. But you’re not going to work for me. It won’t happen.”

Maybe it was crazy, but I had already given up everything that mattered. Why couldn’t I work with Vaughn? We could be a team. Then there would never be any secrets. No more nights like tonight when he was blindsided. When I was trying to navigate a situation without all the information. His life would be our life. It did sound crazy, but was it any crazier than what I had done so far?

He unclasped the hook on my bra and the straps fell from my shoulders.

He lowered his mouth to my nipple. He lashed his tongue over it with a heated stroke. “You understand, Em?”

I pressed the back of his head to my chest. I wanted more. I wanted to feel every second of every touch. Of every lighting strike. Of every orgasm. There was something intoxicating about walking through a dangerous situation that had turned me on. I couldn’t explain it, but I was surging with a new type of power.

I lifted his square jaw toward my face. “Are you going to take me to bed?”

“No.”

I let out a ragged breath of pleasure when he pushed his cock to my entrance, stretching me with his incredible thickness. Vaughn gripped my hips and plunged inside me with a single powerful thrust. His hands rounded under my ass, lifting me off the counter every few seconds.

My legs bounced wildly in the air as he pumped inside me. I sought his lips. Our mouths collided and our tongues thrashed with fierce hunger. We climbed higher and higher. Our bodies knew this dance, but every time, we found something new. Something surprising. A new reward for giving in to every impulse we had.

Vaughn pressed his hand into the mirror, angling his hips downward in an impressive move. I whimpered with the intensity. I looked at him, but his gaze was focused on our reflection. He pressed a kiss on my lips before sliding his cock from me and settling my feet on the cold marble floor.

“I want you to see what I see,” he growled.

I gasped when he spun me around and planted my hands on the counter. I looked up. I caught the fire in his eyes. The animalistic intensity dripping from his body. I studied us. My nipples pointed. Our bodies flushed. Sweaty. My hair fell along my shoulders.

Just as my eyes landed on Vaughn’s gaze again, he slowly knelt behind me. His fingers cupped the edges of my ass, opening my pussy wide. I felt exposed. Possessed.

“Oh God.” My head rolled to the side as he pushed his tongue inside me. His fingers worked my clit, making me jerk and rock, wanting to come like this. I dared to open my eyes and watch myself.

My breath came in short gasps as he continued to spread my folds, lick and suck, teasing me into a frenzy.

I slammed my hands on the counter, knowing I was going to shatter. That every last thought I had would become tiny slivers, cascading through my body. The only thing I would know was him. What he did to me. What he could do to me.

“Please,” I begged.

He took one last slow lick before planting a kiss on my lower back and then my shoulder.

I panted, waiting for him. Our eyes met in the mirror. The hunger. The pain. The satisfaction of what our bodies could do together.

I was walking a tightrope. Only one more touch and I’d fall. He had left my core needy and desperate for release.

“Please,” I moaned.

The smolder in his eyes was enough to make me come. He made a circle at my entrance, coating himself in my juices before burying his cock inside me. I screamed out as the orgasm whacked me with a jolt of pleasure so electric I couldn’t feel my feet. My knuckles turned white as I flattened my hands into the counter.

Vaughn’s exhales were hot and long as he fucked me harder and faster.

“Oh shit,” I hissed, knowing another orgasm was peaking.

He wrapped a strong arm under me while he pumped in and out, racing toward his own climax. I clamped down on his cock when he let out a howl.

“Fuck,” he whispered. His heart hammered against my back. We stood for a moment, trying to regain our balance and process what makeup sex had meant to us.

Had we made up? Was I still angry? Had I done anything to change his mind?

Vaughn exhaled. “Shower?”

I nodded, frowning when our bodies were disconnected again.

He walked to the shower door and reached inside, turning the faucets on. He pulled a couple of towels from the linen closet and laid them on the teak bench outside the shower.