“Where the fuck did you come from,” he rasped, taking a breath and zipping up his pants. He drew me to my feet. “How did I get so fucking lucky?”
He didn’t wait for my response, instead, he kissed me slow and deep.
“I’m pleased you liked it,” I replied, grinning.
He chuckled wickedly against my lips. “Oh, yeah I liked it. I liked it very much.”
“Yeah?”
“And now I’m going to show you just how much.”
Taking me by surprise, he ripped open my tank top and yanked down my Daisy Dukes. Lust sparkled in his eyes when he saw my black lacy thong. “Nice.” But he ripped it off me too, until I stood there completely naked in his office.
His eyes darkened with carnal need.
“Now get on my desk so I can eat you for lunch.”
TAYLOR
So that was an epic failure, I thought as I climbed down from his desk, my legs shaky from my orgasm.
Completely ignoring my own rules, I had dropped my panties for Bull at the first damn opportunity.
Now, those panties were torn and discarded on the floor, and I would have to go commando for the rest of the day.
I pulled up my shorts and Bull gave me a spare t-shirt to wear. It was too big, so I tied it into a knot at the front.
When I went to walk out, he stopped me. “Hey.”
It was weird. But the gentleness in his voice made me suddenly shy. Which was crazy considering I had just come on his desk with his face buried between my thighs.
When I hesitated, amusement tugged at his lips and he pulled me to him. “Don’t be getting all coy on me, little bird.” His kiss was warm and deep. “You ever want to come in here and do that again, you consider my door always open.”
I smiled.
Did I want it to happen again?
Hell, yes.
Would it happen again?
Hell, no.
But then he kissed me, a searing kiss, as if he was promising me something. Something I couldn’t see coming, but knew with infinite knowledge that it was going to happen.
He touched me tenderly on the cheek.
“I like this,” he said, the warmth from his fingers seeping into my skin.
My teeth sank into my lower lip. “Me too.”
“I think we need to renegotiate our terms.”
“You do?”
“I want to keep doing this. You and me.”
“But you don’t date, and I won’t share you.”
“You won’t be sharing me. I have no desire to be inside anyone else.”
I gave him a wry look. “Isn’t that breaking your rules?”
His fingers cupped my jaw as his spellbinding eyes found mine “Fuck the rules. You make me want to break every damn one of them.”
“Is that a fact?”
“A hundred percent.” A small smile tugged at his lips but then faded. “But you need to know that I’m not the marrying kind. And I won’t fall in love. But I’m loyal and a fucking great lover. I’m proposing we make this exclusive. No sharing. No fucking games. Just fucking hot sex.” He licked his lips. “Now that I’ve had a taste, I want more and more of you. But for it to work, we need to be on the same page. I don’t want a girlfriend. I want a lover. And I’ve never asked anyone for exclusivity, but I’m asking you for it.”
His change in attitude had me curious. “Why?”
His hands slid down my waist to my hips. “Because the thought of another man putting his hands on this beautiful body drives me insane.”
I thought about it for a moment. “So, it’s just sex?”
“Fucking hot sex. Just you and me.”
I wasn’t too stubborn to acknowledge how much I wanted him.
Fucking him once…yeah, that wasn’t enough.
Dropping to my knees and making him come with my mouth, just the one time…definitely wasn’t enough.
Him pushing me back on his desk and making me come with his tongue, just once … Wasn’t. Enough.
He was addictive.
And even though I knew it was a big mistake to let it happen again, I knew without a doubt that it would. I wasn’t tough enough to keep my own urges at bay any longer. I’d spent years denying myself, and I didn’t want to do that anymore. I wanted this arrangement.
And as long as emotions didn’t get involved, everything would be okay.
Right?
TAYLOR
With the new terms in place, there was no stopping us. He was like my own private addiction. I couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of me. We kept it simple. Didn’t label it. Didn’t complicate it. Didn’t talk about it.
Instead, we let our desires reign.
In my bed.
In my bath.
Pressed against the tiles in my shower.
On my knees in his office.
Bent over his desk, his chair, his couch, and up against the wall in his office.
Sex with Bull was different every single time. He was wildly experimentative, deeply passionate, and delectably virile, with a stamina that was out of this world. He possessed a big sex drive, and when he was fucking everything other than him out of my mind, he took control of me, both body and my mind.