Admit It (Sinclair 2)

Dex’s hand snaked between her legs. His thumb added pressure to her bundle of nerves rubbing in tandem with his thrusts. Cayla felt small tremors deep within her walls. Her body released more moisture, allowing Dex to slide easier into her body.

Dex smile predatorily. “That’s right, baby.”

The sound of Dex slamming into her echoed in the room. Cayla’s legs started to shake. Dex increased the speed; she could feel him swelling inside of her. Cayla threw her head back. A low moan tore through her, cruising inside her entire body.

“Oh, shit. Oh, Dex…don’t stop!” she yelled right before her body tipped over the edge. She soared on a plane she’d never been on before. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

Her body convulsed, leaving behind a feeling of euphoria she’d never felt before.

Dex tipped his head back towards the ceiling; his roar echoed in the room as his cock twitched inside of her. Cayla mewed. The sensation of Dex cumming prolonged her orgasm. He leaned over her and pulled her into a hot kiss. Cayla’s breathing fell back to normal after breaking the kiss.

“Wow…” She had no words.

Dex smirked, treating her to his elusive dimple. “That was so much better than jerking off.” He pulled out of her slowly, the sensation made her quiver. “We have to get you off to work. Use my bathroom, and I’ll make you a quick lunch,” Dex suggested with a quick peck on her lips.

Cayla blew out a deep breath. “I don’t think I have time…”

Her head snapped in his direction when he laughed. “It’s only been seven minutes.”

“What!” Cayla looked the alarm clock on his nightstand. “No fucking way.”

“I told you. You just needed a man who knew what he was doing,” he bragged over his shoulder as he left the bedroom still gloriously naked.

Cayla shook her head. He’d just given a whole new meaning to “seven minutes in heaven.”

Chapter 15

Cayla emerged from the bathroom freshened up, dressed, and slightly embarrassed. When she’d decided to make a peace offering, she had no idea that sex was the turn it would take. Dex masturbating was the last thing she’d expected to find. Her body heated again at the memory: Dex’s strong hand gliding up his impressive erection, the moisture collecting at his tip, the soft moans emitting from his kissable lips, his strong body searching for pleasure... She felt herself dampen. He was strong and confident even when he was alone and vulnerable. She wanted him again.

Cayla forcefully shook her head to push the notion aside. It would be so easy to call in for the rest of the day and stay in his bed. She couldn’t; Cayla was trying desperately to finish her project before she left. It wasn’t for the company. Fuck them. She hated loose ends and didn’t want her name

and reputation dragged through the mud when she was gone.

Cayla smoothed her slightly wrinkled dress over her legs as she walked toward the kitchen. Dex was making a sandwich. He’d donned boxer briefs. She was momentarily struck watching the muscles flex in his back and ass as he moved around the kitchen.

“I feel you looking at me,” he quipped without turning.

It still amazed her that he was so at home in the kitchen. “I’m watching you work in your element,” she admitted truthfully.

He pulled a pitcher from the refrigerator and poured some of the contents in a mason jar. He sealed it and added to the lunch he was packing for her. She saw him put a sandwich and a few other containers in the bag before he zipped it. He turned to her and leaned on the counter.

His expression was a mixture of desire, amusement, and gratitude. “You got me fruit.”

Cayla shrugged, somewhat embarrassed. She wasn’t supposed to be there when he got it. She prayed he didn’t see the blush that crept across her cheeks.

“A peace offering.” She snapped her fingers when she remembered the note she dropped. She ran and picked it up. “And a note.”

Cayla held it out for him, but he grabbed her outstretched wrist instead. A soft whoosh of air escaped her lips when she landed flush against his hard body. He pulled her into another mind-numbing kiss. His tongue tasting her like she was a delicacy. She moaned into his kiss; the note fell to the floor once again. She locked her fingers in his blond locks as he deepened the kiss.

Dex widened his stance and pulled her closer. His hands gripped her ass under her dress. His erection pressed against her belly. He moaned when she rubbed against it.

“You have to be at work in seventeen minutes,” he whispered before nibbling on her neck.

Her nipples tingled against his chest.

“I can make it in eight.”

She shivered when his chuckle vibrated through her body.