Page 16 of The Businesswoman and the Bartender

“Because I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

He had promised to fuck her senseless and did just that. His thrusts picked up speed, their hips smacking together to create the most lewd and wonderful sound. As his body worked and worshipped hers, he kissed her over and over, as if frightened he’d never be able to do it again. His mouth moved down to her neck, and he dragged his teeth lightly against her skin before sucking hard.

She clutched his back, loving the feel of his taut muscles underneath her fingers. But she loved it even more when he grabbed her arms and pinned her wrists above her head.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, feeling helpless but still taken care of.

“Let me hear it. Get loud and dirty for me.”

“Don’t stop,” she panted. “I’ve wanted this for days. Don’t fucking stop.”

One eyebrow raised, and the smile on his face was pure sex. “Days, huh?”

“Since the moment I saw you.”

He groaned and hunched down to kiss her. “Me too. God, I wanted you so bad.”

“You have me. So don’t stop fucking me.”

With a raunchy laugh, he obeyed. Somehow, another orgasm emerged, starting low in her belly, then exploding like a firecracker. Her moans were continuous as he fucked her through the second bout of pleasure. Soon after, his movements became erratic, and his grip on her wrists tightened harshly.

“Oh, fuck. April. Fuck,” he boomed. “Shit, I’m gonna come.”

A primal growl pealed through the room as his climax erupted, his body jerking as he finished inside the condom. They fought for breath in unison as the euphoric moment unfurled.

“No one has ever—oh God, April—that was—”

“I know,” she agreed, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

No one has ever made me feel like this before. That was incredible.

Once their breathing stabilized, Nick carefully pulled out, minding the condom. “Give me a second,” he rasped.

She nodded shakily, utterly spent as he advanced toward the bathroom to deal with the condom’s disposal. He returned a moment later and knelt on the mattress, resting down beside her. Gently, he took her wrists and kissed the inside of each as if to ward off the inevitable bruises. But she wanted those marks—wanted to see the proof of tonight on her skin.

“What do you need?” he asked. “I can run you a shower, or a bath, maybe?”

Shaking her head, she skimmed one hand over his cheek, wishing she could see him with a beard. “Spend the night?”

That was what she needed. And fortunately, he smiled and murmured, “Of course.”

Sometime later, she was able to get to her feet and made it to the restroom on wobbly legs. She headed to the toilet first to relieve herself, then washed her hands and tended to her before-bed routine—makeup removal, face wash, moisturizer, toothbrush, floss, and mouthwash.

Nick was right where she’d left him, sprawled out on the top of the comforter, gloriously naked. She approached him tentatively, conscious of her own nakedness and makeup-free face, and still somehow worried that he was an illusion. That everything that had happened tonight was only another dream, this one more vivid than her prior fantasy.

“I don’t have an extra toothbrush, but there’s plenty of mouthwash if you want,” she offered.

“Thanks. Let’s get you into bed. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He stood and pulled back the comforter for her, and she climbed onto the mattress, settling under the crisp sheets. Before heading to the bathroom, he turned the light down completely to blanket them in total darkness. Languor crept in as she waited for him, her eyes fluttering closed.

After a short time, the bed dipped as he joined her. “You still awake?” he whispered.

“A little,” she answered, which amused him.

He stretched out like a jungle cat with a resounding sigh. Then he pulled her close, and she rested her head on his chest. Exhaustion clung to her, but she didn’t want to go to sleep. Sleeping meant losing precious time with him, and the last thing she had was time.

“Nick?”

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