Page 53 of Ink & Desire

He dips his head to kiss me, swallowing the small noises being pulled from me. When he breaks the kiss, he presses his forehead to mine, his hand tightening ever so slightly on my neck.

“You gonna come for me, angel?” he whispers. “Is this pretty pussy gonna come all over my cock?”

My eyes roll shut at the image his filthy words paint in my mind, but I can only moan in answer. He bends his knees, changing the angle of his cock inside me and my mouth falls open.

“Fuck,” I moan.

“That’s it, baby. You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

I nearly scream the word. I’m so close to exploding. I can feel the small flutters that hint at my impending orgasm. I’ve never been so desperate to come. I’ve never wanted it so badly.

“I can feel you squeezing me, angel,” Corbin whispers. “You’re so tight. So hot. You feel so good.”

His words, coupled with his cock inside me and his hand on my throat finally send me over the edge. My inner muscles clamp down on him and I cry out over and over as the spasms wrack my body. Corbin doesn’t stop moving. He doesn’t stop the stream of filthy praise coming from his lips. He doesn’t let up the pressure on my neck. Everything he does spurs on my orgasm, drawing out my pleasure until it’s almost too much.

Corbin’s movements start to grow frantic as he continues to thrust into me. I can tell he’s close. The knowledge that he’s so close to the edge sends a surge of pride through me. This man who’s usually so stoic and in control is teetering on the edge because of me. I drove him there. It’s a powerful feeling. Even though he’s larger than me and stronger, I’m the one who’s pushing him past his limits. I’m the one who’s making him lose that tight grip on his control.

“Tell me you’re on birth control,” he grunts out, his thrusts becoming jerkier and losing the perfect rhythm he’s kept up this whole time.

I nod as best I can with his hand still gripping my neck. “Yes.”

“Good.” The word is uttered through gritted teeth.

It’s all the warning I get before he goes still, pinning me to the wall with his body as he groans out his own release. I feel him twitch inside me, spilling into me over and over. My hands are locked around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist. We’re as close as two people can possibly be, but I have the fleeting thought that it’s not close enough. I’m not sure I can ever be close enough. I quickly push that thought aside as my brain finally starts to rejoin my body. Our breaths come in heaving pants, loud in the now silent room.

I try not to think about what comes next. I want to stay here in this euphoric afterglow for as long as possible. But I know it can’t last forever. What just happened is going to change everything going forward.We broke one of Corbin’s most important rules. What does this mean for my apprenticeship? What if he decides he no longer wants to work with me after this? I wouldn’t be surprised if he does. He’s a stickler for his fucking rules. Before I can spiral too far, I feel his fingers loosen on my neck.

To my surprise, they move up to cup my jaw, almost gentle compared to the way he’d just been holding me.

“You okay?” he asks, surprising me further with the softness in his tone.

“Yeah. Never better.”

He huffs out a laugh as he lifts me slightly. I feel his softening cock slip out of me along with a trail of wetness. I untangle my legs from his waist and stand, wincing at the tightness of my muscles. My skirt falls down to cover my bare ass as Corbin releases me. Gently, he reaches up to tug my dress back into place, covering my breasts.

“There,” he says. “Looking like a proper little angel again. Just a little messier than before.”

I cock my head at him in a teasing way. “I like you making me messy.”

His eyes close and he lets out a sigh. “This whole situation is messy now.”

I want to ask him what happens next, but I’m also scared of his answer. So, I say nothing. Instead, I watch as he pulls his pants back on. When he hands me my underwear, I feel a blush heat my cheeks.

“Thanks."

I make my way to the bathroom to clean up. I take my time, doing my best to hide the fact that I look freshly fucked. Luckily, his hand on my neck didn’t leave any lasting marks, but there’s something in my expression that I can’t seem to mask. I’m glad there’s no one else here to see me. There’s no way I could pretend to be normal after what just happened.

Finally, I feel ready to face Corbin and hear what he has to say about what we did. If he says we can’t do it again, I’ll respect his decision. I’ll hate it because that was the best sex I’ve ever had. But I’ll respect it. If he says we can’t work together anymore though, I’ll fight him on it. I’m not ready to give up on my goals just because we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves. I feel like what just happened was inevitable. Since that first meeting there have been sparks between us. The attraction was bound to blow up eventually. I’m surprised we lasted this long, honestly.

I leave the bathroom, intending to tell him exactly that, but I don’t get the chance. The shop is empty when I emerge. I walk through the building, even checking inside Corbin’s office, but he’s clearly not here.

“What the fuck?” I mumble.

Did he really leave without saying anything to me? I’ve had one-night stands before, but most of them had the good manners to pretend they were planning to call me the next day. Corbin hadn’t said shit. Not that he’s a one-night stand. He’s technically my boss. I’m definitely going to see him again. Tomorrow, in fact. What the helldoes he think is going to happen when we’re forced to work together every day?

I lock up the shop and head home, still annoyed by Corbin’s abrupt departure. By the time I make it to my apartment, I’m more than a little pissed off. Who does he think he is? You can’t just fuck your employee and leave her without a word. It’s not like he can avoid seeing me. We spend most of our time together every day. How does he think that’s going to work?

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