Page 68 of One Night Only
I feel the familiar tension bloom deep inside, like a tsunami of pleasure coursing through me.
“I’m so close,” I gasp, my thighs quaking, white spots dancing in my periphery.
“I know you are,” he murmurs against my clit. “You ready baby?”
“Uh-huh!” I whimper, nodding when his eyes meet mine.
“Cover that sexy fucking mouth,” he mutters, sucking my clit hard.
I do as he says, covering my mouth with both hands right as the pressure inside of me detonates, and as he pulls his fingers out, I release with a hot spurt as my orgasm crashes over me. But he draws it out, and the waves keep coming, his fingers plunging inside of me again, rubbing me with fervor and causing more spurts to release, my entire body bucking with every single new crest.
When I’m finally spent, when it’s all too much, I collect myself enough to remember to tap him three times before gently pushing him away and sagging into the mattress, my entire body still trembling with aftershocks.
Dallas crawls up my boneless body, looking down at me with a smug grin, clearly proud of himself. He presses a soft kiss to my flushed cheek and whispers, “Is that your bathroom?” He nods to the door next to my closet,
I make a sound. I don’t even know what kind of sound it is. He chuckles at my inability to form words, but thankfully he takes the sound as a yes and pushes off from my bed, his glorious bare ass the last thing I see before he disappears inside. Moments later, he returns carrying a washcloth, and he sits on the side of the bed, carefully and tenderly cleaning me up in a move that is so unexpected, it takes my breath away while simultaneously bringing tears to prick my eyes.
No one has ever cared about me this way. Not Luke, not any of the men I’ve ever been with. And it’s only then, in the afterglow of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced, as Dallas takes care of me in a way I’ve never known, that I suddenly realize I am in well over my head in the best possible way.
CHAPTER 27
EMILY
Today feels different. Different than an ordinary Monday. As I follow my normal route from the subway station and down Madison Avenue toward the office, it’s like I’m walking through some magical winter wonderland. Yes, it’s almost Christmas, so of course New York City is basking in all its festive glory, and there is a chill in the air like it might possibly snow, but it’s more than just Christmas and winter. Today feels like a new day—almost magical. And I haven’t been able to wipe the smile off my face since I woke up.
Dallas stayed last night. In my bed. I slept in his arms. He kissed me when we woke up, and he held me some more. Then he left early so he could make it back to his apartment to pack for his road trip, and I was left to deal with a mortifying and awkward encounter with Tess and Bron over coffee in the kitchen, because yes, they did, in fact, hear everything. Frankly, I’m not shocked.
But now, as I walk into the lobby of the building, inundated by the usual Monday morning buzz of chaos, I’m still smiling, and it’s all because of a certain green-eyed man who may very well have stolen my heart.
As I make my way off the elevator, it still feels as if I’mwalking on air as I float through reception, following the corridor that links all the offices together. I wave at a few of the people I pass, smile at others, but the second I walk into my office, I’m stopped dead in my tracks when I see Andy standing there with Carlo, the Head of Human Resources, seemingly waiting for me.
Shit.
Immediately, my smile falters, my heart sinking into the pit of my belly. I swallow the lump that’s found its way into the back of my throat, forcing a smile I know doesn’t match the look of fear in my eyes as I try my hardest to act cool.
“Good morning…” I manage through my thickening throat.
Andy and Carlo look up from the paperwork they’re discussing, and when I see the telling look in Andy’s eyes, I just know. My shoulders sag under the weight of the realization that I’m about to be fired.
“Would you mind coming with us into the boardroom?” Andy asks, his voice flat, far from its usual timbre.
“Uh, sure,” I say, glancing at my desk. “Should I… bring anything?”
Andy shakes his head but says nothing else before walking out. Carlo doesn’t even look at me as he follows.
With a heavy sigh, I don’t even bother removing my coat, taking my purse with me as I trail the men down the corridor toward the boardroom, fully aware of all eyes on me as we pass the glass offices.
When we reach the boardroom, Andy closes the door and Carlo takes a seat.
Andy steps around me, sitting in the end chair, glancing up at me where I remain standing because, frankly, if they’re going to fire me, I plan to make as quick an exit as I possibly can.
“Take a seat, Emily,” Andy says, indicating one of the cushy leather chairs.
My gaze flits to Carlo, but he just sits there, looking down at his phone, giving me absolutely nothing.
With a trembling exhale, I sit and wait, glancing between both men, looking down at the paperwork in front of Andy, trying to read it from my vantage point, but it’s useless.
“This is never easy,” Andy finally says, shaking his head while staring down at the papers.
