Page 25 of Sexpresso Night

“Oh dear lord.” The words came out breathy and soft.

He pressed one last hard kiss to her mouth, released her and turned her by her shoulders. Her hands shook as she tried to insert the key into the lock, and then she stepped into her apartment. She half-turned back to him, one brow arched, teeth sunk into her lush bottom lip.

“Do it,” he said. “Good night, Danya.”

His cock was about to burst his zipper he was so goddamn hard, and it took everything he had to leave her there and turn and walk back to his car through the soft evening air. But the thought of her doing what he’d told her to, lying on her bed, bringing herself off, excited him almost unbearably. He knew where he was going to be when he got the text message. His control at being able to leave her both amazed him and made him proud.

And yeah, he was lying naked on his own bed, jerking off with fast hard pulls when his phone buzzed, lying on the bed beside him. He reached for it.

i came so hard i hurt, he read, and his cock lurched in his hand, lengthening and thickening even more. But i wanted you here.

His hand went still on his dick as he studied the message. Was she taking a short cut using the small “i”…or did it mean something more?

And heat built at the base of spine, sending electric tingles through his body as his own orgasm started and he clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as he spurted semen over his belly in long, wrenching spasms.

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Danya could hardly believe what she’d done, but it had been so hot she couldn’t not do what he’d instructed her to do. And over the next weeks when he gave her more tasks, increasingly sexy, wicked tasks, she did those too.

She was trying hard to keep herself from falling deeper and deeper, but Carter made her feel so accepted, so fulfilled, so good about herself, being with him was like a drug. She also felt what she could only describe as generous—she wanted to give him so much.

“I got two job offers today,” she told him, sitting in his kitchen one evening where he was about to teach her how to steam and froth milk. And why that seemed so sexy, she had no idea. “And I don’t know what to do.”

“Why? Who are they from? I thought you had your choices all listed out in order of preference.” He grinned, but she knew he admired her organized approach to her career.

“I do. My first choice is Green and Young. And they offered me a job, at a great salary, lots of benefits—the whole deal. Just what I wanted.”

“Then what’s the problem?” He poured milk into a stainless steel pitcher.

“Is that skim milk?”

“Christ, no.” He grinned at her. “You gotta have the fat. For the mouthfeel.”

“Oh. Yeah. The mouthfeel.” Her belly fluttered.

“This is a sensory experience, not a deprivation exercise.”

The flutter intensified. “Okay.” Damn, he made it hard to concentrate. What had she been talking about? Oh yeah. “Well, that non-profit organization I interviewed at offered me a job too.”

“I thought they weren’t even on your short list.”

“They weren’t, but after the interview I was intrigued by the work they do. The salary is only a little lower. The benefits are pretty good too. It’s a small organization and they do a lot of good things. I really liked the people I met and their commitment to the environment. I started to wonder if a lot of the corporate work I would do would actually be helping the environment—or helping the companies who’re destroying it.”

“Ah.” He paused and met her eyes. “I see. Interesting.”

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I just don’t know what to do.”

“Have you thought about asking Green and Young more questions about their corporate clients and what their philosophy is?”

“I did think of that, and I may do that. There are also more opportunities for advancement with them. I think.”

“But you have to be happy with what you’re doing.”

“Yes.” She nibbled her bottom lip.

He set down the pitcher and the milk and walked around the end of the counter to stand beside her stool. He slid a hand under her hair and cupped the nape of her neck, his thumb on her throat. “I don’t have the answer.” His mouth hovered just over hers, his breath a warm, teasing kiss. “But you can use me to bounce ideas off, and whatever you decide, I’ll support you.”

“Thank you.”

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