Page 29 of Executive Benefits

“So you did come over here for a nooner, then.” The thought got me even more excited. I went to spin to say something else to him, but he grabbed me, pulling my back to his front, and grabbed onto my breast. “Fuck me,” I gasped.

“I like how impatient you are.” His lips came to my throat as he played with my nipple, plucking it awake.

“Next time, don’t worry about the condom,” I breathed, unsure of why I assumed there was going to be a next time. Before I could stop myself, “I’m on the pill,” fell off my tongue.

“I like the sound of that,” he said. “Now bend over. I want one of my daydreams to come true.” Giddiness that he’d just said I’d been in his dream fluttered through my chest, and I bent over again, holding onto the back of the couch while he pushed up my skirt. “That is good, Julia. So good.” His calluses were rough along my hips, but his overworked hands had a charge of their own.

He toyed with me, massaging my ass, my thighs, rubbing his cock against my pussy. And I stood, taking it, because each time he got closer to my entrance, the more I quaked.

He took his dick and played with my clit. “Do you know what else I like, Julia?” I loved how he said my name. He dragged his dick over my swollen lips, and my legs jolted under his touch.

“No,” I moaned, chasing the head of his dick with my hips. I hated and wanted his teasing at the same time.

He placed his cock at my opening, and his hands gripped my hips. He slammed into me, and I called out his name while he shouted mine. “I love that you’re in heels. Heels and a skirt, with my dick inside you.”

He pulled back and thrust in again. His cock pushed against my walls, sending heat, building tension. Soon, he was pushing and pumping in a strong rhythm. My fingers dug into the couch harder with each slap of our skin together.

Our energy twisted low in my core, and he kept telling me how much he liked fucking me. How he loved watching me squirm. Every word he said brought me closer to coming.

Then he slowed. I whined, looking over my shoulder at him. His eyes glinted with mystery. A coy smile curled at the corner of his lips. His thick shaft settled inside me, pressing against the right spot inside, and he rocked his hips back, rubbing over that spot. My walls spasmed around him, squeezing a grunt out of him.

Nick wrapped one muscled arm around my waist, dick still inside me, and brought me to standing as much as I could in heels, while being fucked, with a man as tall as he was.

His other arm wrapped around me, but not in support. His fingers snapped to my clit, and I cried out as his forefinger traced the silky skin and pressed into the center of me. I moaned as his hips started thrusting into me again, and the tension twisted deep inside me.

With one more rock of his hips and rub of my clit, the explosion burst through me. I clawed at his skin, needing something to dig my fingers in while he rode me through my climax. I jolted and twitched. My knees went weak, but he held me up, and the convulsions started to subside.

When my limbs were relaxed, my breaths still hard, he bent me over again and fucked me until he went rigid against me. He grunted my name, and I started to come again over his dick while he hit the highest note of his climax.

He didn’t bother pulling out but collapsed over top of me, thrusting as hard as he could as his release ebbed away.

His hand grabbed my breast. He squeezed it lightly. His lips came to my throat, and he slowly pulled out of me. I instantly missed him inside me.

I spun and planted a kiss on his lips, and he held me tightly. I might have to admit to myself that I was falling for Nick. Just the same way I had fallen for Jared. And I didn't hate it as much as I wanted to hate it. I needed to hate it. For the sake of my business, for the sake of my friendship, for the sake of this contract, I should have hated it. But I couldn't.

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NICK

“If I would have known getting you to sleep with a twenty-year-old would slap that goofy smile onto your face, I would've encouraged it sooner,” David said, leaning back on the couch and taking a drink of his bourbon.

My eyes flicked to his. “She’s not twenty. She’s twenty-eight, and it doesn’t have anything to do with her age. She’s a good person.”

David tipped his head and smiled around the rim of his glass. “Whatever you have to tell yourself.” He leaned forward, placing the glass on the table. “You deserve to have a little fun after the divorce.”

I was not amused at the way he was blowing off what was happening with Julia, but I couldn’t say anything. Not yet. I didn't know how she felt, and just because we had sex a couple of times now, it didn’t mean anything. Especially if we were both riding the wave of bad breakups. Rebound sex was a thing.

“Why did you change your tune about Kendra?” I leaned back in my chair and asked.

“Dude,” David said, having the audacity to look hurt. I rolled my eyes.

“You’re a forty-four-year-old man. Saying ‘dude’ is way too creepy to hear,” I said.

“Says the forty-four-year-old who’s screwing—” My sharp gaze had him swallowing the rest of his words.

“Fine. I’ll knock it off.” David lifted his hands in surrender, then relaxed. “You are right about Kendra. She’s a shark. I never denied that, but she had a good sense for business. But the taxes thing?” His brow rose. “That was all to fuck you over. I knew she was rough around the edges, but since she’d done it for three years?” He shook his head. “It was like she was gearing up to drive the knife in.”

“Yeah,” I said, playing with my glass. I swished it around and watched the amber color glint in the light. “I just want to know when it’s going to be over. I paid the IRS, got that situated. I don’t even think I want to go after her for her half of the money at this point. I’m just ready to eat it because I’m so tired of her games, and mentally, I just don’t think it would be worth it.”

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