Page 127 of Love Not Qualified

The elevator’s doors opened and he dragged me outside, guiding us to his office. He wasn’t trying to hide how desperate he was or how aggressive his actions were. The moment we stepped inside, he flipped me on my front on the glass wall and got rid of my clothes for me.

I glanced to my left where the door was still open, my thighs clenching at the sight.

“Your first orgasm tonight will be with me inside you,” he said, and I heard a condom being ripped open then the sound of the discharge of his clothes. I felt his presence behind my back long before he stepped to me.

He took my legs and opened them, then kept a hand on my waist as he entered me from behind.

God.

I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he eased his thrusts inside me. He was bigger than I remembered, but when my body adjusted to him, I was the one pushing onto his dick and begging him for more.

Tristan circled a hand around my neck before bending me down with my breasts touching the cold glass wall. I bit my bottom lip, moving in tandem with him as he picked up speed.

“Tristan,” I moaned.

“I wanted to have you in my office that night so badly,” he murmured into my ear, his exhale brushing my skin. “I jerked off thinking about it.”

I moaned, remembering when we sexted about doing something just like this. He brought my fantasy to life.

His pushes became more aggressive, our bodies clapping over each other as his dick slid into me.

I didn’t know for how long we went like this, but it seemed like time didn’t exist anymore. It froze and we had nothing else to do but explore each other.

God and we did.

We went on until the sun almost shone between the blindings, covered in sweat on his floor as we hugged each other.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” I confessed from his chest.

He shook with laughter. “Does that mean you are my girlfriend?”

I smiled and looked up at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m your girlfriend.”

FORTY-NINE

TRISTAN

“What was your longest relationship?” Haelyn asked, moving her finger up and down my arm. I was playing with my hand in her hair, stroking its strands gently.

We were still lying down on the floor in my office, naked and breathing harshly after the great night we had together. I still couldn’t believe she was actually in my arms.

I kissed the top of her head. “Do you really want to talk about this now?”

She looked at me. “Not if you don’t want to. I’m just curious.”

I kissed her again. I couldn’t get enough of the feeling of being able to kiss her, hold her, and touch her whenever I pleased. She purred happily, hugging me tighter.

“Well, I’ve never had a real relationship. I was never willing to commit to something like that when my entire focus was solely on business and I thought I was never going to meet that person who’d make me put my company in second place. Until I met you.” I smiled, caressing the side of her cheek.

I wasn’t saying that just because she was naked and we just had sex, I meant what I said. Before her, I used to think I was destined to die without a partner, just like my Dad. I was sureI was going to have a lot of women, but never one to make me want to have kids with her or picture a future with her.

Maybe I was thinking like that because of my mother. She and Dad were happy for most of my childhood life, but that was until Ryker’s health took an unexpected turn. He was glued to his bed for years and since things got tough, Mom ran away.

She made me see her in every woman I met. I could always see some resemblance between her and the girls I had anything with. But since I met Haelyn, I never compared her to my mother.

“That’s sweet of you to say,” she murmured. “Were your parents still together when your father died?”

I gulped, but for the first time in my life, the personal questions didn’t bother me. “No. Dad raised us for half of my life after Mom ran away.”

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