Page 33 of Dirty Intentions

A satisfied smile curved my lips. “I’ll agree to only you and me for the short term. Considering everything I have planned, neither of us would have time for anyone else.”

“Mm, ‘kay.”

I grinned at her post-orgasmic answer, walked her into the bedroom, and made quick work of having her naked and writhing beneath me under the tutelage of my fingers. But I wasn’t done by a mile, choosing to go south and stay there for the next thirty minutes until I brought her orgasm count to five.

“I can’t. I can’t possibly have any more,” she panted.

I swiped at her clit again with my tongue before relenting and kissing up her flat stomach, marveling at how soft her skin was.

“I bet you can because I’m not even close to being done.”

***

Daniella

The next morning I awoke naked and alone with one thought.

Jesus, the man had stamina.

Not to mention a very sophisticated skill set regarding bringing a woman to orgasm. When he’d said he wasn’t close to being done, it turned out he was a man of his word. Even after fucking me doggy style until I collapsed into a heap on the bed, unable to support myself any longer, he hadn’t been finished. He’d then positioned me on top of him, my back to his front, and strummed me like a cello while he continued to thrust into me from below. Although I normally had a head for numbers, I couldn’t keep track of the tally of orgasms he’d given me over the hours.

Yes. Hours. That much I’d learned from looking at the clock once I’d collapsed, completely spent. As much as I knew it would be most prudent to return to my hotel room to sleep, I could hardly move and had fallen asleep where I lay.

Without another choice now that it was morning, I donned the dress I’d worn yesterday. I slipped out to find Max eating cereal at his desk.

He looked up with a smirk. “Walk of shame?”

I quirked a brow. “I have nothing to feel ashamed about, so no.”

He grinned. “Atta girl. You want some Lucky Charms?”

I laughed. “No, thank you. Uh, I guess have a good night.”

“More like morning. It’s five o’clock.”

I yawned as if on cue. “Damn. Guess I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

“See ya then.”

***

Shit. I’d overslept. Was it any wonder, though? I slipped out of bed sore yet at the same time very satisfied. I took a quick shower, put my hair up in a high ponytail, and settled for a simple blue shift dress.

Since I was already running late, I took an extra ten minutes to grab coffee before walking next door. It wasn’t like I had an actual start time, although pushing ten o’clock in the morning seemed late for any work day.

I had just sat down at Shane’s desk when I heard the footsteps on the stairs. I looked up to see him looking absolutely drool worthy in a dark gray suit with a black tie on a crisp white shirt.

“You’re late.”

I took a sip of coffee, defiance emanating in my slow drink. “I was unaware we set a start time.”

He moved closer, stopping on the other side of the desk and leaning in so I could smell him. Damn. I already craved him again. His suit wasn’t helping. I wanted to rip it off.

“Why are you late?”

I wasn’t about to let him have the satisfaction of telling him he’d worn me out last night. “Long line at Starbucks.”

He grinned and then straightened, taking something out of his pocket. “Stand up and bend over the desk.”

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