thrust a finger inside her, she hissed, coming up on the tips of her toes as pleasure shot through her like fireworks.
Her head fell back against his shoulder and she cupped her breasts.
“Let me see ’em,” he mumbled as his teeth nipped her neck.
She pushed the bra down and her breasts were bared. Squeezing them in her hands, she kept her eyes closed while knowing that he was looking down at her ministrations. This position felt wickedly erotic, with him behind her, his finger thrusting inside her, his mouth at her neck and his gaze zeroing in on her breasts. She kneaded them harder, being sure to play with her nipples. He groaned, his dick getting harder as it pressed against the slit of her ass.
“I can’t do this,” he said, stepping back from her.
For a second Nina felt confused and incomplete, thinking this interlude might be over before it had really begun.
He pulled his hands from her and, just when she was going to turn and ask what was going on, she heard his belt buckle as he undid it and then dragged down the zipper of his pants. Okay, well, that answered her question. He wasn’t done with her yet, and she was glad. Twisting her arms around her back, she unhooked her bra. She had no idea where he’d gotten it from, but the next thing she heard was the tear of the condom packet. Barely a minute later, he bent her over the couch, her hands planted on the soft cushions as he spread her legs.
“It’s not going to be slow, but it’ll be good. Damn, I can’t wait, it’s gonna be so good.”
“I’m ready for good,” she said and nodded her agreement before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as desire and anticipation gripped her throat.
He didn’t lie. He thrust into her in one fast, deep stroke that almost sent her soaring over the couch. But she’d planted her feet on the floor and clenched the cushion in her fingers. She did gasp as her body stretched and acclimated to his presence.
“My fiancée,” he said as he pulled out slightly and thrust back in. “You’re my fiancée.”
He pumped fast, in and out, until she was breathless, full and so wet her essence dripped down to her inner thighs.
“Fiancé,” she whispered. “You’re my fiancé.”
They were trying to convince each other and themselves. Taking the charade they’d agreed upon to a level neither of them had anticipated.
“Mine,” he groaned.
“Mine!” she screamed when his hand came around to toy with her clit as he continued to pump into her.
Hard and fast and damn delicious, that’s what this was. Fake engagements, contracts for app usage, bumping into him in the hallway, showing him her waist beads—none of it mattered. Not in these seconds, because there was only this. Only the pleasure that was soaring through her.
When her legs were through shaking, he eased out of her, maneuvering them until this time he sat and she straddled his lap. He ran his fingers over the beads again as she settled onto his length.
“These are driving me crazy. Do you wear them all the time?”
She sighed at the sensation of him filling her once more and circled her hips until his balls pressed against her wet lips. “Mmm-hmm,” she replied.
“All day. Every day.” He talked while he pumped and she gripped her breasts, kneading them as pleasure built inside her once more.
“Let them go,” he told her. “I want to see them bounce.”
She did as he requested and clamped her hands onto his shoulders, bracing herself as his thrusts increased. She matched his movements, riding him until the sound of their joining echoed in the air. He leaned in until the movement of her breasts could slap against his cheeks.
“So good,” he mumbled. “So damn good.”
“Yes!” she yelled when she knew another release was imminent. “Yes!”
“Yes, so...damn...good.” He held her close, his face buried so thoroughly between her breasts she wondered if he could breathe. She came at the exact moment her thighs trembled around him once more.
* * *
She wasn’t his.
This was an arrangement; one designed for their mutual benefit. And since it was a business agreement, there should have been boundaries. Lines that they would not cross. Things they would not do that could interfere with the goals they’d each set.
An hour after leaving her hotel, Major rested his elbows on the desk in his home office and dropped his head with a heavy sigh. He’d messed up