Page 74 of Drunk on Love

“Shit. I came here straight from the inn. I didn’t plan... any of this when I left my house this morning. I don’t have any condoms.”

She pushed him back up.

“Bedroom is that way. Nightstand, bottom drawer.”

He jumped to his feet.

“Oh, thank God.”

She smiled as she watched him race into the bedroom. She could have just moved this whole operation in there, she realized. But she was too relaxed, too content, to think about doing anything but staying right here and waiting for him to come back.

Which he did, very quickly, and with a big smile on his face.

“That’s a very interesting bottom drawer you have there,” he said as he came back to the couch.

She laughed, and blushed a little. She’d been so single-minded in her quest to get condoms that she’d forgotten what else he’d see in that drawer. It was a little early in their relationship—if this was a relationship—for that, but he certainly didn’t seem to mind.

“Too much for your youthful eyes?” she asked him as he knelt on the couch above her.

He opened his eyes wide.

“Oh yes, absolutely. Why, I don’t even know what some of those things actually do.” He leaned forward, and whispered in her ear. “I might need you to show me.”

She hadn’t been sure, after he gave her that incredible orgasm, if she’d be up for more tonight, or if she’d be too blissful to really get into it. Well, that little whisper took care of that particular worry.

She put her hands on his knees, and ran them up to his thigh, and then onto his hard cock.

“After you kissed me in my office that day,” she said, “when I got home that night, I opened that drawer right away.”

He froze.

“Holy fuck, Margot. Please tell me you’re serious.”

She nodded. He licked his fingers and rubbed them over her nipples. She smiled.

“I felt so guilty about it. But it was all I could think of. I wanted your hands on me and your body against mine and to feel you inside of me, so I had to... imagine.”

He tore open the condom packet in his hand and rolled it over his cock.

“That is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. The previous record, by the way, was held by a woman who, just about a month ago, demanded to know how close my apartment was, because we both knew we needed to get each other naked as soon as possible.”

She laughed out loud as he pushed her thighs farther apart.

“I was pretty aggressive that night, wasn’t I?”

He moved his hands down to her hips.

“I fucking loved it.”

And then he thrust himself inside of her.

“Oh God, Margot. You feel so good.”

As he drove himself into her, she moved back against him, arched her back, gripped him, in search of just the right angle. They found it together, and he moved harder and faster, and she clutched at him as the waves of pleasure went through her, and they kept going, until he collapsed on top of her with a low moan.

He pulled himself off her, with clear effort, and went to the bathroom to throw away the condom. Then he came back to the couch, and she pulled him down to her.

“Well,” she said. “I’d say that was worth having to hire a new employee.”

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