Page 17 of Weathering the Storm of the Century

“It does for me,” he argued. “Since I don’t crave attention and have no problem working hard for a living, I give two fucks what the internet says or speculates about me or Moore Industries.”

I propped my chin up on his chest. “That’s kind of harsh, don’t you think? Not all internet personalities are lazy or are only seeking attention.”

Cutter leaned up to kiss my forehead. “We’ll agree to disagree on that one.”

“Well, that still leaves us trying to figure out how this is supposed to work, Cutter,” I said. “While I’m not looking to be a skeleton in your closet, I also don’t want to be known as the whore that’s riding Cutter Moore’s dick.”

Instead of a response to that, Cutter grabbed my hips, then draped me over his body, my legs falling perfectly over his hips, straddling me over his soft dick that wasn’t going to remain soft for long. We were both completely naked, and I was already feeling heady with the feel of his body against me and the warmth of his skin.

Looking up into my eyes, he said. “I’m not dismissing your genuine concerns, because they’re valid, whether I like it or not. However, either you want to be with me or not, Merritt. As complicated as that might sound, it’s really quite simple. After all, those are you’re only two choices in this.”

If we lived in a perfect world, people wouldn’t judge one another. If we lived in a perfect world, we’d mind our own business and focus on our own happiness. If we lived in a perfect world, my work ethic would be all that mattered, regardless of my relationship with Cutter. However, we didn’t live in a perfect world, and I didn’t even live in Cutter Moore’s world where he could afford not to give a crap about what other people thought of him. Cutter didn’t give anyone any ammunition to use against him, so if anyone did say anything about him, they risked a lawsuit if their words came with no proof. So, unlike Cutter, I didn’t have the money or power to live by my own rules.

Still, he wasn’t wrong.

The choice was complicatingly simple.

Staring down at his gorgeous face, I knew that there was no going back. In fact, I’d known it the second that I hadn’t run out of his office after he’d taken his shirt off. Though impulsive, I’d still made a decision that I needed to be brave enough to see all the way through.

I readjusted my knees, so that I was positioned exactly where I needed to be, and I could feel Cutter getting hard underneath me already, his hands warm on my hips. Though my life had been pretty boring these past few months, everyone knew that life was unpredictable and hard decisions were going to have to be made at some point during the journey.

“I want to be with you,” I told him truthfully. “If things don’t work out, I don’t want it to be because I was scared to even try.”

Cutter used his hands to glide me back and forth over his hard length. “If it’s really a concern, I’ll make Cotter switch assistants with me,” he offered, and it really was getting hard not to fall in love with him a little every time that he opened his mouth.

“You hate Sumner,” I reminded him, a low moan escaping as the head of his dick hit my clit.

“I don’t hate him,” he lied. “I just…I can only tolerate him in small doses.”

“You hang up on him whenever he calls you,” I pointed out. “God, that feels good…”

“You need my cock again, baby?” he asked, his voice a raspy sound of need. “Because I can tell you that my cock definitely needs you again.”

I placed my hands on his chest, lifting my hips to allow him access to where I needed him. “I need you inside me, Cutter.”

Cutter reached between our bodies, then grabbed the base of his dick to help guide it inside me. As soon as I felt the velvety smooth head breach my opening, I lowered my body, taking every inch of him deep. I let out a gasp when I felt him seated fully inside me, and I felt a shiver race throughout my body, my need for him growing with each second.

“I’ll do my best to keep my hands to myself at the office, but you better be in my bed every night in exchange for the effort,” he grunted as he moved his hips to slide in deeper.

“I can’t move in with you, Cutter,” I moaned.

“The fuck you can’t,” he argued, his fingers digging into my hips as I started riding him.

“Cutter-”

“Every fucking night, baby,” he repeated. “I want you in my bed every fucking night.”

“Oh, God…” I gasped as I felt him grab a handful of my ass. “Cutter…”

“Your pussy was made for me, Merritt,” he grunted. “Everything about you was made for me.”

“Make me cum, Cutter…” I demanded. “Oh, God…please…”

“Not until you agree to move in with me,” the bastard said. “And if you think that I can’t edge you all night long, then you’re very mistaken.”

“Cutter, that’s blackmail,” I complained, though it really wasn’t a complaint with the way that he felt inside me.

“Runs in the family,” he replied, making me wonder what in the hell that meant. “Just say yes, and I promise your life will be so much easier.”

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