Page 31 of Cruel Fate

Relaxing, she gives me permission. “Okay.”

I nudge her, gently, slowly, and with my other hand, my fingertips brush her clit. She moans.

My cock twitches—I won’t be able to last much longer.

Tenderly, I push my finger into her ass as far as it will go, and I massage her clit. Twisting my finger as I play, I know the second she’s about to orgasm, and I furiously rub until her muscles clench around me, hugging my dick. My cock fills every millimeter of available space inside her, and her cum oozes down the inside of her thigh.

I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Gently, I pull my finger out of her ass, grip her hips, and slam into her, using the dregs of her orgasm to come, my heavy balls slapping against her skin. I burst inside her and wish there wasn’t a condom between us. I screw into her until I can’t stand, and I loosen my hold on her hips. Anchoring my arms on my desk, my body frames hers, and I pause, my heart needing a few moments to steady. Still inside her, my cock has barely softened. I kiss her shoulder blade, my lips brushing over a small tattoo she has there.

She lets out a sigh.

Slowly, I pull out, and kneeling, I kiss her beautiful ass. I spread her delicate folds and lick, smoothing over any hurt I might have caused. Reluctantly, I stop. We won’t have time to eat if I don’t let us dress. Using the tissues on my desk, I wipe away her cum.

She does the same for me, rolling the condom off my limp cock and wrapping it into a tissue. “Have you always liked . . .?” She blushes and doesn’t continue.

I know what she’s asking. “Not always. There’s something about you, Stella, and I need to touch every part of you, but if you didn’t like it, I won’t do it again.” I gather her close, and she shivers. My hands explore her body, weighing her breasts in my palms. I fall to my knees and suck a delicate nipple into my mouth. I nibble, and she drags in a ragged breath, her fingers lacing through my hair. I’m getting hard all over again, but we don’t have time for round two.

Nudging my shoulder, she leans against my desk, and says, “I liked it. But I don’t think I would want . . .”

My innocent little ingenue. I stand and sweep her into my arms. “I’ll never do anything you don’t like. If you don’t want my cock there, then I won’t do that to you.”

“Thank you.” She licks at my neck, and it sends shivers over my naked body.

“You don’t have to thank me. That’s respect. Sex is for pleasure—for both people.”

“Did you like it?” she asks, scratching at the scruff along my jaw.

“Stella, I have never had better, and that’s the truth.” It’s what I feel for her that turned what we just shared into something of great significance, something no other woman in my past can compete with. A cascade of emotion crashes over me, and I bank it. It’s too soon to tell her everything that’s in my heart. I have to puzzle it out for myself first.

She smiles in relief. “Good.”

We dress and use my bathroom to wash our hands, and then we dig into our meals. I ordered lasagna, and she doesn’t wait to help herself. I love watching her eat, and I nibble at the garlic bread she offers me. We’re running a little past the lunch hour, but the release chased away my tension, and even if Denton and Cramer are annoyed, it was worth it.

“I need to work late again,” I say, wishing I could see her. I caress her cheek as we stand by my door, preparing to venture out into the real world. We’re different people now. We’ve been intimate. I’ve been a part of her, and she’s been a part of me.

People will know when they see us. I’ve branded her as mine.

I kiss her, unable to keep my hands to myself. I need her, my blue-eyed girl, and I lick the inside of her mouth. There’s no way I’ll ever get my fill.

Lightly, she brushes her fingers over my erection and playfully nibbles at my neck. “That’s okay. Is there anything I can do?”

She’s already doing more than she thinks, but that’s not what she means. “No, not tonight.”

“Okay. Zane...” She smooths my tie and centers the knot between the collar points of my shirt.

I kiss her palm, garlic and butter scenting her soft skin. “We have plenty of time.”

She nods, and I let her slip out the door.

If I had known what was coming, I wonder if I would have encouraged her to say it so I could hear it, or if I would’ve let her walk away in silence.

Either way, my heart still would have been torn to shreds with no hope of repair.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Stella

Zarah messages me on my old phone and asks what my schedule is for the rest of the week. She wants to plan the coming out party. That’s what I’ve started calling it: The Coming Out Party.

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