Page 53 of Designed for Disaster

“Don’t worry.” I grinned. “I won’t tear it off you.” I rocked forward, my cock nudging up against her entrance. “I’ll save that for next time.” Natasha groaned, throwing her head back into the cushions. “Yes, my little Hellcat. Tell me what you like.”

“That,” she said, practically purring. “Just like that.”

I let my cock slide through her wetness a couple of times.

“Please,” she begged, reaching out to clutch my hips. “Trent…I…please.”

I loved it when she begged. I angled my hips and slid inside, burying myself deep, groaning my pleasure as I waited for her to adjust to my size. “You feel so good,” I said.

She made an unintelligible sound.

“Big enough for you?” I asked, pulling out and thrusting back in a few times, using the couch as leverage.

“Oh, yes…Trent. Fuck yes.” She bit her bottom lip, humming. “Fuck.”

I rubbed her clit as I found my rhythm, spurred on by the sounds she made. My Hellcat was loud, and I relished every second of watching her come undone. It was easier to read Natasha than anyone I’d ever slept with before, and I chased her to the edge and back a few times, liking the way she moaned my name, her fingers clawing at my back. When I finally drove her to orgasm, she seized up, her thighs trembling. I could feel her squeezing me, the contractions dragging me into my own climax. I grunted through the last few thrusts, collapsing into the circle of her arms as I finished.

We lay there in silence for a few long moments, a cloud of bliss enveloping every part of me. Then I felt Natasha’s lips on my neck, and I rolled onto my side, pulling her close.

“I’ve been wondering about something,” she said.

“What?”

“Why is your place in Manhattan if you work on Long Island?”

I kissed her cheek, chuckling. “That’s not what I thought you were wondering.”

“I had lots of time to think during sex.”

“That’s what you were thinking about while I was fucking you?” My hands tightened around her middle and she giggled.

“I’m kidding. I wasn’t thinking about much of anything then except for how good you were making me feel.”

I was glad to hear that. “But now that the orgasm has worn off, it’s back to business, huh?”

She shrugged, the corner of her mouth curling. “I was just curious.”

“Well, remember that evening my friends and I bumped into you and Stacy after our squash game?”

She nodded.

“Dominic told you that the group of us met through a brand management class, right?”

“Yes.”

“Part of that class involved creating a new product for one of our assignments. We came up with this idea for a multifunction cosmetics tool.”

Her brow furrowed. “Like the BeautiTool?”

“Not like.TheBeautiTool. We took the concept from our project and turned it into the real thing.”

“Holy shit. Sheila mentioned you were off doing your own thing before you took over as CEO…but I guess I just assumed you were with some other furniture company.”

“Nope, I was in a whole different industry,” I admitted. “Aiden and I were co-CEOs at first, but after a while, he wanted to do other things. He and Dominic cashed out their shares, but Istayed on for another couple of years. It wasn’t until Dee asked me to step in that I took over as CEO for Saunders. But back when I bought this place, I was running BeautiTool—and our offices were pretty close by. Plus, I liked living near a campus. It felt familiar after college. Even now I still like the vibes of the neighborhood. I suppose it’s less convenient in ways, living this far from the office. But I’m too attached to give it up.”

“That’s a long drive every day,” she said. “I should know. I take the train.”

“I don’t mind it actually. I like having a bit of a commute in the morning.”

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