Page 37 of Always a Bridesmaid

She moved her hips forward and pushed back until he was in to the hilt. Just when he thought he couldn’t go deeper, she made this little figure eight action, and he couldn’t hold back.

Kicking her feet as far apart as they could go—until her panties were cutting into her ankles—he lifted her by her hips and, placing a hand between her and the corner of the desk, pumped into her hard, pulling all the way out and sliding back in slowly. She seemed to like that, so he did it again. On the third pass, he felt her impatience kick in.

She took his free hand and brought it around to her breast, pressing into his palm, then she pumped her hips back and forth. He trying to slow them down, she demanding more.

He had to laugh. Even sex with her was like arguing. It was also a complete turn-on. He was used to women fawning all over him, telling him how good he was. Not Elle. Nope, she took what she wanted—and he wanted to give it all to her. So he gave it.

Their rhythm became fast and unbearably urgent, until their bodies were slapping each other and her tits were swinging. His dick went impossibly hard, so hard he was certain it would break if he didn’t get some kind of relief.

As if sensing his need, she took one foot out of her panties and spread her legs even further, then rested her cheek on the desk with her back arched to give him full access. He took it. Gripping her hips, he slammed into her over and over, so hard the desk moved forward with each thrust.

“One more and I’m going to come,” she warned.

Before thrusting again, he reached around her and found her pleasure button and placed the heel of his hand on it, then pressed down at the same time he entered her. And that was all it took. She went off like a rocket. Her muscles tightened around him, practically smothering him and then she let out this broken scream and that was what did him in.

He pumped through her orgasm and right when she was coming down, he bucked again and this time they both flew apart. His orgasm came hard and fast, nearly taking him out at the knees.

After he was completely spent, he collapsed on top of her. Henry curled his body around hers, careful not to crush her. They lay like that for a while, until their heartbeats had left stroke levels.

When he was able to string two thoughts together, something punched him in the gut. This was supposed to make things simple, yet he was more confused than ever because what was unraveling in his chest was the exact opposite of simple. It was complicated as hell.

“Come with me tomorrow,”Henry said, watching Elle slowly straighten her dress.

Her eyes were still sex-hazed from her orgasm, her body moving languorously. “The best way to keep this between us is to avoid each other.”

“You want to keep this a secret?” A weird pang pinched his chest. Most women would want this splattered all over the tabloids. But Elle seemed horrified at the idea of anyone knowing about tonight. Or even more confusing—them.

“Well, I don’t want Sarah or your parents finding out, do you? This is supposed to be about her, not us hooking up.”

“This was more than a hook-up,” he said and wanted to find a way to prove it. “Come tomorrow to corporate headquarters and let me prove it. It’s a super laid-back event. Just unveiling the cars for the new season. Some press will be there to take a few shots of Enzo and me, and my family will be there.” He walkedup to her and slid his arms around her waist. She didn’t resist. In fact, she did the opposite of resist, she melted into him. “I’d love to see you there.”

“I don’t have anything to wear to something like that.” She stepped out of his arms and went back to patting down her thoroughly mussed hair. “I came prepared for cocktail attire only.”

“That can be arranged.” Henry tried to fix his tie, but his hands were still shaking from the adrenaline rush. She shoved them aside and began looping the silk material around itself.

“I don’t need you to arrange things for me. Unlike you, I can dress myself.” She finished his tie like a pro and then grabbed his sports coat off the back of the chair and handed it to him.

A folded paper fluttered to the ground. Papers he’d forgotten about and now wished he’d never brought.

They both reached for them at the same time.

“What’s this?” she asked, getting there first.

“Nothing.”

“If it’s nothing, then why does it have my name on it?”

“Elle, it doesn’t matter anymore,” he said, and shit, he was going to ruin everything.

She scanned the document, and he knew when she understood what it was. “Is this for real?” She held up the papers as if they were evidence in a murder trial. “You want me to sign an NDA?” Before he could answer that going into the night he had, but he’d changed his mind, she went on. “Is this because of what we talked about the other day? About Sarah?”

“Yeah.”

She gave a single nod, then smacked it to his chest. “So you trust me enough to fuck me, but not enough to talk to me. And here I thought we’d built a connection.”

“We have. This is just normal to me.”

“I’m not mad about the NDA. I’m mad that you screwed me first. Is this some kind of game for you?”

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