pull him down by the neck to meet my lips, he devours me, and his pace quickens. The feel of him inside me and the way his body is rubbing on mine is already bringing back the ache of another orgasm.
Watching the intensity in his eyes and the emotion behind them has the ache building even stronger, and before I know it, I feel like I can't hold back any longer.
"You ready, baby?"
"Yes," I am barely able to breathe out.
"Come with me, Olivia. Come with me!" he yells, and I do as he says, and I shatter into a million pieces with him.
Watching him lose himself with me is something I will treasure forever. It's new for me. I have never come at the same time as my partner, and to be honest, thought it was some fictional myth that didn't happen in the real world.
When he lies down beside me, all I can hear is our heavy breaths and the thundering of my heart. He entwines our fingers together and holds my hand as we both come back down to earth. After a few minutes, he heads to the bathroom to clean up.
"I'm gonna get some water. Do you need anything?" he says, backing out of the room. Even without a full erection he is still impressive, and I swear I'm already an addict.
"Nope, but I am cold without you in here with me, so hurry back."
He smiles and turns toward the kitchen, and it's the first time I have gotten the spectacular view of his ass. It is so magnificent I find myself stomping my feet in the bed like a silly teenager who just got asked to prom by her secret crush. This is something I seem to be doing often. Who knew it would take me twenty-nine years to feel this way?
I've pulled myself back together by the time he returns, and he brings me a glass of water too, because he is just that kind of guy. I take a drink when he hands it to me, almost gulping the entire glass down. I had no idea just how thirsty I was. He already knows me better than I know myself.
He gets back into bed, and I lay my head on his chest and run my fingers in circles through the light smattering of hair. The room darkens as a cloud passes in front of the moon.
"How am I going to keep my hands off you at work?" he says, with a squeeze to my butt.
"I think you'll manage just fine. Besides, you're a different person at work. It's like as soon as that suit jacket goes on, you are Mr. Professional and sometimes even a little cold. Especially, when your dad is around. So, I think you'll be able to handle yourself just fine."
"Am I that bad?"
I look up at him just as the moon fills the room once again, and his luminous eyes that capture me in their depths so easily glow in the moonlight.
"Nah, it's only when you're in meetings or dealing with your dad. Your staff all know how much you care about them, and you are never demeaning. They just don't get to see the T-shirt and shorts version of you that I see.” I kiss his chest. “Besides, you're a mogul. You're supposed to be serious and bad-ass. I think it's sexy."
"Is that right?"
"Whatever, Most Eligible Bachelor of California. You know you're sexy."
"Is that any way to talk to your boss?"
"About that, Ronan. People at the office can't know about us. I don't say that to hurt you, but I refuse to be that woman. I don't want my co-workers to think I only got the job because the boss wanted to sleep with me. I've worked too hard to get to where I am. Do you understand?"
He pulls me closer to him and says, "Of course, and I will handle this in whatever way makes you feel comfortable. Like I said, it will be hard to keep it to myself, and I'm not agreeing to keep you a secret for long but for now, we'll do this your way."
"Thank you."
He kisses the top of my head.
"Sorry about my dad. He's a little rough around the edges."
"Nothing for you to be sorry about. He just seems so unhappy and to be honest, you lose a bit of your spark when he's around. Wanna talk about it?"
Because I'm lying on his chest I can't see his face, but I can