Page 133 of The Arrogant One
“You’re going to come?—”
“Yes!” she belted out.
The sound of her scream, the sight of her stomach shuddering, the feral look in her eyes—that was all it took for me.
The tingles shot through my balls, like a fucking bullet straight through my shaft, and I filled her. “Fuck yeah!”
Her nails were stabbing me, and I didn’t stop. Hershouts were piercing my eardrums. All that did was make me move faster, deeper, and with each plunge, her ass milked me more.
“Oh! Argh!”
She drew in a breath. “Lockhart!”
Stream after stream of cum shot from my tip, making me moan her name, along with words of satisfaction. The heaviness of my ejaculation added to the thick lube, helping me slide in and out even easier. But within a few drives, knowing she was past the build and already coming down, I gently pulled out. I moved one of her legs from around me and tucked her knees against her chest, turning her enough so that I could hold her. And when I wasn’t happy with that position, I lifted her and placed her on my lap as I sat in the chair.
“There’s a shower in there.” I nodded toward the back side of my office and kissed the side of her cheek. “I’ll take you in there in a second. Right now, I just want to hold you.”
“I feel like I can’t catch my breath.” Her face was in my neck, her small breaths finally slowing. “I didn’t expect that.”
My chest constricted as I asked, “You mean the pain?”
It didn’t happen immediately, but when the grin showed up on her face, it made me smile too.
“No. I didn’t expect to love that. And I do.”
THIRTY-SIX
Sadie
Me
Just doing all the last-minute things. Leaving here in 10 to pick you up.
Bryn
I’ll be ready, babe!
I grabbed a purse from Dear Foodie’s side of the closet, a wardrobe that never crossed into Sadie’s—although tonight was an exception and there was far too much crossover for my liking—and as I opened the clutch to put my phone inside, it started ringing.
My boss’s name was on the screen.
“Hello?” I said as I answered.
“I assume you’re getting ready to leave or you’re on your way?”
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror of my walk-in closet, turning to the left and then the right, assessinghow this asymmetrical black dress hugged me. If I should wear the red heels or swap them out for a pair of silver ones. “I’m getting ready to leave, yes.”
“Good. Let’s chat for a minute.”
There was a small island in the center of my closet where I kept my jewelry and sunglasses, and I set my arms on the quartz top. “Okay.”
“You’re a professional. You’ve been doing this for a long time. So, I don’t need to remind you that you’ll be there as an employee ofSeen, not the girlfriend of Hart Weston.”
“But you’re going to …”
“Yes.”
My head dropped. “I deserve that—I get it.” I paused. “Did you go to the opening two nights ago?”
