Page 4 of A Sip of Sherry

“I don’t date coworkers,” I said as he nipped at my earlobe.A shiver raced straight through my spine, and moisture pooled between my legs.

“Good thing we’re not dating,” he said against my skin, his voice rough.“Just getting to know each other.”His lips brushed my jaw.“Very, very well.”

I fumbled with the button on his plaid pants and shoved them to the floor.He stepped out of them, kicking them to the jacket and vest that were already off.He pinned me to the front door, his cock pressing into my stomach.

My fingers thrust into his hair and yanked, tugging his mouth back to mine.I should have stopped this, should have stepped back, but his hand slipped between my legs, his thumb swiping against my swollen bundle of nerves, and all common sense was lost to the sharp jolt of pleasure.

His digit pushed into my slick heat, and my head flung back, slamming into the hardwood of the door.A loud bang broke through the stillness of the night.I winced as pain overtook pleasure.

“Are you okay?”Ben asked with a slight laugh, his other hand coming up to rub the back of my head.

“I see stars and not the sexy ones, but I’m okay.”I angled my mouth to his, but his hand continued to massage the tender spot on my head.“Did I kill the mood?”

“No, but maybe we should change locations, so you don’t get a concussion.”

“That might be a good idea.”

He scooped me up with ease, and I instinctively looped my arms around him, fingers curling into the nape of his neck.“Bedroom?”

“Down the hall.First door on the left.”

He made his way toward my bedroom, his mouth finding mine again.If I wasn’t lost in the kiss, I’d be impressed with his navigation skills.

We barely made it through the doorway before his head dipped, dragging his tongue along the white satin of my bra.He gently placed me on the bed, his body pressing into mine, solid and warm and everything I knew I should resist but couldn’t.

His hands roamed, slow and deliberate over my curves, stopping at the straps of my bra.He brushed one strap aside, kissing my shoulder as he dragged it down my arm before switching to the other side.The cups peeled down, revealing myself to him.

A heated glint flashed in his irises right before he took my nipple between his teeth.I arched, crying out as heated pleasure rocked through my body.

His finger found my slick center, thrusting deep and eliciting another cry from deep inside me.He moaned low, the sound vibrating through me.He moved in slow strokes, circling, testing, learning what made me tremble and my breath stutter.

I reached between us, finding his cock.He hissed through his teeth as I wrapped my hand around his thick length.A guttural string of curses fell from his mouth, his breath ragged as he rested his forehead against mine.“Fuck Sherry.”

He slipped another finger inside me, stretching me gently, his thumb pressing the swollen nub.My hips rolled against his palm, my hand working him back and forth until he stopped.

I groaned in protest, but before I could say anything, he glanced toward my nightstand.His jaw tightened, and I ran my hand along his jaw.“You don’t happen to have condoms, do you?”

My mouth parted, and I shook my head.

“Fuck.”

“I’m on the pill,” I said.“And I’m clean.”

“I’m clean, too.”

He didn’t move right away, just looked at me, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

I had no reason to believe him.I’d known him for one night—barely—and this might have been the dumbest decision of my life.He didn’t have to stop.He could have just let things continue, the thought of protection lost in the frenzy, but he didn’t.

“I trust you,” I said quietly, surprised by how much I meant it.“Don’t make me regret it.”

Ben’s jaw softened under my touch, and something shifted behind his eyes.He swallowed hard, then leaned in and pressed his forehead to mine.“I’ll try not to.”The words were barely a breath, so quiet I almost convinced myself I had misheard him.His mouth found mine, silencing my brain, and when he slipped inside me, the world fell away.

Chapter 2

Ben

Getting the warehouse manager position at Vine Valley was supposed to be an easy task, a means to an end, but then I met Sherry, and everything shifted.Instead of coming in every day with my head down, observing, getting shit done and working hard enough to pay my father back, I was haunted by the memory of Shery’s mouth on mine, the feel of her too soft skin beneath my fingertips, the way she cried out when I made her come.

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