Page 43 of Never Say Yes To Your Boss

“Darius?”

“Hmm?” he murmurs.

I stroke my hand down his cock, and he groans. “I’m not…the whole sham marriage thing…I’m not infertile. I’m also not on any sort of birth control. Do you have condoms?” He freezes. But his cock doesn’t freeze as it’s still throbbing in my hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up. It’s just that…whatever we’re doing, we’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks, and no matter what we decide about how this should go, I think we’d like some time to get to know each other before we consider anything else. I…I’m just trying to be responsible. I’m not tryingto say I don’t…I’m not trying to friend zone you again. Because that was so painful. So, so painful. I don’t think I can put myself back in that. It was torture, okay. Bad torture. I’m sorry. I’m making this super unsexy, aren’t I?”

He groans again. “Does it look like I think this isn’t sexy?”

Alright, so it doesn’t. He’s achingly hard, I’m achingly ready, and I need him inside me like fucking yesterday. “So, do you have condoms?”

“Yeah, in the nightstand. I think so.”

“I fucking hope so,” I reply.

“Me too.”

I leap up and race to the nightstand and let out a sigh of relief after digging around because I find one condom that looks extremely old. A quick check under the lamplight says it expires in a week, thank god. Good timing. The best timing—oh my word, that was a close onekind of timing.

I bring it over, and I’m not sure about what I should do with it. I mean, I know what I should do with it, but if I do it wrong, and I only have one shot, and it rips, I’m going to lose my mind. My vagina will hate me for life, and I don’t want her to hate me at all. I’d rather have a happy va-jay, so I give it to Darius, and he unwraps it with the same amount of care and reverence, and somehow, somefreakinghow, it fits on his monster cock just right. Where does he shop for those things? In the big and tall section?

“This might not be fair,” I inform him as I frantically tear my pajama bottoms off. I still have boring cotton panties on like the first time because, again, I wasn’t exactly planning for this. I kind of wasn’t not planning either, but wearing lace just felt wrong. Maybe another night. I’ll save that for another night. Or no panties at all because, yes, I can do naughty too.

“What’s not fair?” He stops with his hand on the base of his shaft. He’s a master with that condom, thank goodness. It’sfirmly on, and it looks ready to roll. He’s actually looking at my face with a good amount of concern when he asks that question, which just shows that he’s the nicest, most considerate person on the planet. Because he’s not asking my boobs what’s not fair. Or my soaked panties.

“If you’re going to be the one on the bottom, then you’re going to win the challenge. You’ll probably get some great rug burns, which will look amazing on your perfect, sexy butt cheeks.”

“You haven’t seen my butt cheeks.”

“I know, but I know they’re sexy because they look incredible in any pants that you’ve worn.”

“Are you saying I have a nice ass?”

I swallow thickly, and my body feels like it’s going to explode. “I’m saying you have a very fine ass, Mr. Anderson Daddy D.”

“Oh my god, woman,” he exclaims.

“Is that an invitation to shut up and get on your cock and a promise that you’re going to change things up at least a few times to give me a chance to get some rug burns too?”

“Lord, Ev, I’m going to last half a second and waste this condom if you keep talking like that.”

“Half a second seems fair. I’ll probably come in less than that time because, uh, it looks big enough to reach all the spots with a single swipe.”

“Please.” He closes his eyes and throws his head back on the floor with a groan. “Just please.” He looks tortured and also incredibly hot with his sweats pulled down just a little, trapping his dick with his hand wrapped around it still.

It’s my absolute pleasure to undress him, so I take my time with those sweats. They come off easily enough, exposing the most beautiful, muscled legs I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. A nice ass doesn’t even begin to describe what I know his buns will be like. The ass of supreme asses is more like it.

“You’re built, Darius. Very nicely. And, um, kind of hung too.”

“Seriously,” he mutters. He’s panting now and extremely red in the face. That condom looks like his dick is going to go all muscle-man on it and bust it down the middle, but I don’t want that to happen. Because if that happens, I’m screwed. Vagina hate, remember? Definitely not a good thing.

If he hadn’t already rolled the condom down his ginormous length, I might be tempted—more than tempted—to take him in my mouth. I’d like to make that a reality, and I think he can tell what I’m thinking, probably because my eyes just became a few shades rounder and my cheeks a few shades wetter…I mean redder—wetter is for my panties—because his hands reach for mine. He pulls me a little closer, and then I’m straddling him again. He gently shimmies my panties down, and I lift one leg and then the other to get rid of them. I feel very bare and exposed, and the room might be warm, but it’s nothing compared to my superheated lady bits, so it feels kind of cold.

Darius’ whiskey gaze warms me up fast, and he’s looking at me like he remembers all too well that I’m his favorite meal, and he’d like to have me again. I’d be super okay with that because this isn’t a one-off. I’m taking what Heather said to heart. We both want this. We want each other. We’re not just lonely people. We’re two people pulled together, and this isn’t just a random way to kill time or scratch an itch. I’m here because I want Darius. Because I’ve seen under the layers, down to the hurt he hides from everyone else, and he’s seen under mine because I chose to show it to him. Because he’s kind, he has a huge heart that no one has taken care of in a long time, he can laugh and bust a killer dance move, he doesn’t hate my family’s fiery demon cat, and his assistant is basically his best friend, which is not sad. It’s awesome. Most people with lots of money are jerks. But not him.

“Hey, are you going somewhere on me? Because if you don’t really want this, I swear it’s okay. I’ll just get up and walk it off. Straight to the shower.”

When he says walk, I know he doesn’t mean walk, no matter how good he might be at walking. Damn it, I’m never going to think of walking as walking again. I’m always going to think of Darius in the shower, stroking his massive cock. That’s something else I’d like to see. Even with a shortage of condoms, there are a lot of things we can do that are super hot, and I want to try them. I want to try them all. I’m putting my name down on a list to sign up foranything and everything kinky we can dream up and are both okay with doing.But right now, we have a condom, so right now, we’re doing this. Right now, I want him more than almost anything I’ve ever wanted, and if I don’t have himright freaking now,I’m pretty sure insta-death will become an insta-reality.

“I’m sorry. I was thinking about how amazing you are. Not about…” I drop my gaze to his dick, which has a life and mind of its own and is at full mast. When he was talking about there not being room in his pants to accommodate himself in a state of arousal, I get it. I really get it now. “Okay, I was thinking about that too. But mostly, how incredible you are as a person, and how I really appreciate that and don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I’m here, Darius. I’m really here.”

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