There is fire in his eyes as his hands start exploring my body beneath the dress. His fingers work their way up and down my thighs. Everywhere he touches feels like it’s on fire.
“Is this really what you want right now?” he asks, his voice husky as I get out of his lap and reach behind my back. I pull down the zipper and let the dress fall, the fabric pooling on the ground.
“I don’t know,” I say as I straddle his lap again. “You tell me.”
His fingers dip between my legs, sliding the silky material of my underwear out of the way. I moan as he circles my clit slowly, applying more pressure with each swirl of his fingers.
“You’re soaking wet for me,” he says, his voice gruff as his fingers leave my body to pull his cock out of his pants. “But we’re going to have to be quick. Someone is going to come looking for us soon. We don’t want them to find you getting yourself off on my cock.”
He strokes his cock as he speaks, his dark eyes burning a hole through me. Jovan’s other hand grips the back of my head.
When our mouths meet, I moan. His tongue slips inside my mouth, moving against mine as he lines his cock up with my pussy. He teases me with the head, sliding it along my slick core before pushing into me.
“You’re going to need to be quiet when you come.” Jovan pulls my hair, making my back arch as he thrusts into me.
I roll my hips, meeting his thrusts as tension starts to build. My pussy is pulsing around him as he drives deeper into me. He pulls my hair harder as he slams into me. I grip his shoulders, my fingers digging into the soft material of his shirt.
“Come for me,” he says, his other hand slipping between my legs to press against my clit.
He dips his head to my chest, pulling a nipple into my mouth. I moan and move my hips faster, my orgasm building. When he switches to the other nipple, biting down gently, my orgasms races through me.
Jovan groans, his hands leaving my hair and clit to grab both hips as he pumps into me harder and faster. His cock is throbbing as he stills inside me. My pussy is still clenching around him as he comes.
“We’re going to have to get cleaned up before we go back out there,” Jovan says as I get off his lap and collect my dress.
“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to use the staff showers for sex.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “Weren’t supposed to use the staff couch either. Here’s the offer, Hadley. One final fuck and then we are done sleeping with each other. Got it?”
I look at him, weighing my options. I’ve already slept with him twice. A third time isn’t going to hurt.
But I know that’s not true. It could hurt a whole lot. I could lose my job. The people I work with might start to hate me. We could get caught.
The thought of getting caught only intensifies the lust flowing through my body as I take him by the hand and lead him to the showers.
This is the last time I’m going to let him past my defenses.
After tonight, he is my boss and nothing more.
Tell that to the fantasies circling through your mind when you’re in bed at night.
As we step into the shower together, I try not to think about the massive mistake I know I’m making.
6
JOVAN
For the last three weeks, I’ve barely seen Hadley. Hell, the only way I know she received the earrings from the auction is the way the box was left on my desk the following day.
No note. Nothing to tell me that she didn’t want them. It was as cold and impersonal as it could get.
It was exactly what our relationship needed to be.
My interest in her is still growing, but only through the rare glimpses I get of her. She is my bottle girl when I meet with clients. Other than that, I don’t see her often. Hadley is good at getting lost in a crowd.
It only makes me wonder where and why she honed that particular skill to perfection.
Even now, as she leaves for the day, she makes sure to avoid anywhere I might be. I watch her on the cameras as she says goodbye to the bouncers before heading for her car.