Page 57 of Until You're Breathless

“I can’t get enough of you, baby.” I tell her as she fucks me on the couch. Her breasts are too much to resist and why would I.

“I’ll never get enough of you, Jagger.” She pants, speeding, hungry to make me come, as I’ve learned she likes. Her hands go to my chest as she rubs my nipples, seemingly recalling a weakness of mine.

“Oh, you don’t play fair, baby.” I reach down and start circling her clit with my finger. It’s still wet and firm from my tongue moments ago.

“I see you’re upping the ante, are you.” She grunts, and I can feel her tightening inside.

“We are dangerous together.”

“God, say it again.”

“Mmmmmm...we’re dangerous.” I breathe, and her back arches as her body quivers, and she cries out loud, sucking my dick from the inside as she comes, taking me with her. I let go, grunting, moaning, feeling every inch of her. I kiss her erotically as we come down together. Soft kisses, brushing her tongue with mine, still slowly fucking her as her pulses turn to ebbs, and I empty myself into her once again.

Our lips smacking, fire crackling and hitched breathing is all we hear, as I rest my hands on her ass, feeling her relax against my thighs. Her arms are draped over my shoulders, breasts on my chest, lips on mine. “God, I love you so much.” She says through kisses.

“I love you, too, baby. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

She brushes her fingers through my hair, eyes on mine. “You keep saying that and I’ll start to believe it.”

“Believe it. You are it, Bowie.” She leans her forehead on mine, closing her eyes. I close mine, too, drinking her in. “Are you tired now?”

With a soft chuckle, she nods, head still pressed on mine. “Yes. You’ve done it.”

I slap her ass gently. “Okay. Let me douse this fire and we should get some sleep. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Yes, we do.”

As I cradle her body in front of me in bed, I feel like this is so right. Like this is the way it should have been all along. But whatever we had to go through to get here, was all worth it.

“Well, that didn’t take you long.” Jinny comments as she comes into my office like she owns the place.

“What didn’t take long?” I ask as she sits in the guest chair.

“You convincing Bowie to leave me for you.” Her eyes are dancing.

I snort a laugh. “Jealous?”

“No.” She says unconvincingly.

“You’re a shitty liar. But that’s also why you’re a fucking awesome HR manager.”

She changes the subject. “What’s the story with Axl?”

“What do you want to know about him?” I steeple my fingers together and rest them at my chin.

“Is he an alcoholic?”

“Let me guess. You like him but you’re worried that if you dip your toe in that ocean something might come back and bite you.”

“Yeah. You know that I’m a recovered alcoholic, and that’s one of the reasons why I’m not down with that. It’s cool if a guy enjoys a drink every now and again, but I can’t handle the falling down drunk all the time type, you know?”

“I get it. Look, Axl is a wild card, and I think you know that already. He’s not for you. He’s not for anyone, frankly, until he calms the fuck down. That’s why I won’t go into business with him and that’s why I tell every woman that I care about to stay the fuck away from him. Until he’s over the whores and the drink, he’s a wrecking ball for anything solid.” I lick my lips. “Unless you’ve already fucked him, and then, dude, you’re on your own.”

“Why am I on my own?”

“Because he likes to chew women up and spit them out. But I don’t think that will be too much of a problem for you. You and him are like fucking male and female versions of each other, minus the drinking on his part.”

She levels with me. “Well, I didn’t sleep with him, but I know that he wants to fuck my brains out.”

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