Page 142 of Tell Me What You Want

I laugh, and he plays with my neck.

“You have to pay for making me so hot all day.”

I’m still laughing as he unbuttons my skirt and lets it fall. Freed, I bolt and run through the apartment. He’s after me, laughing too. In my bedroom, I leap onto the bed and start jumping up and down like a little kid. He grins as he unbuttons his shirt and then his pants.

“Go ahead ... Jump ... Just wait till I catch you ...”

Happy right now, I jump off the bed and run toward the dining room. Eric grabs me in the hallway. He circles my waist and throws me against the wall. He presses his mouth to mine, and his tongue probes me.

He opens my shirt and lets it drop to the floor. He undoes my bra and rips off my thong.

“My God ...,” he says between laughter. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day.”

I’ve been wanting for him to do it all day too, and when he sees my response, he grunts with satisfaction, lifts me in his arms, and slowly dives into me. I whimper, curve, and when I feel he’s stopped moving, I open my eyes.

“C’mon ...,” I whisper.

Eric laughs, pulls out, then slowly drives into me.

“Eric ...”

“Yes, love?”

“More ... I want more.”

He pulls out again.

“More what?”

My blood is boiling, and I dig my nails into his back, demanding he come back into me. He laughs, then makes his return. He ups his rhythm and gives me what I’m asking for.

His thrusting gets deeper and deeper, and when my orgasm comes, his follows and he squeezes me to him.

“Yes, Jude, yesssss.”

Exhausted, we stay like that, against the wall, while I kiss his shoulder and he breathes on my neck.

He drops me back on the floor, and we stroll over to the kitchen, completely naked. We drink some water, and as we return to the living room, he picks me up again.

“Seeing you in the office and not being able to touch you is pure torture.”

“Yes,” I confess, “it is for me too.”

“I saw you with Miguel this morning. What were you up to?”

“Breakfast, which is what we do every morning.”

“That guy—”

“Listen, mister,” I say, cutting him off. “Miguel and I are colleagues. We get along fantastically well, but that’s all. It’s true he flirts with me, but he knows, and knows well, he has no chance with me.”

“See? You just confessed! He flirts with you!”

I love his serious faces. His silly and unfounded jealousies are dear to me. I kiss him.

“There’s zero danger. Don’t get out of whack over something that will never happen.”

“Never?”

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