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tight pussy.

I put my hands to the floor and broke the kiss.

“Grab my cock and put it where you want it, love,” I ordered.

Maya did as she was told.

Her delicate fingers touched my hard skin and I sucked in a breath.

The night was fucking wild between us.

Seeing her in that black dress. Wanting to beat the hell out of Mr. Pickle for what he said to her (and I meant it). The look in her eyes outside. The taste of her body. And now…

Maya pulled my cock to her slit.

She moved the head of my cock up and down her wet folds.

I thrust forward, welcoming myself into her body.

She cried out and arched her back.

I barely was inside her and she was already like this?

“Oh, fuck, Maya, you are fucking beautiful,” I said.

A loud pop! hit at the side of us from the fireplace.

Maya turned her head and looked.

Then she looked at me.

She smiled.

I bent my elbows and kissed her again.

I lowered myself down some more, slowly taking myself to the hilt.

Maya scratched at my back again, but she didn’t push me away.

Instead, her hands moved down to my ass and pulled at me.

She wanted more.

I thrust.

She broke the kiss and groaned.

I pulled back and slammed forward, starting to take her.

We were a cliché together.

The boss fucking his secretary.

I didn’t care.

We were drunk. Horny. We both wanted it.

And nothing bad would come of it.

Chapter Fifteen

Maya

His hands aren’t afraid to touch me where they want. He makes me jittery as his fingertips slide along skin that would normally make me feel uneasy. But his touch is too good. He’s strong and confident. When his hand moves over my left breast, he takes hold with control. When he kisses my neck, he does so like we’ve been together for years. And when he thrusts his amazing cock into me, he knows how good he is.

I grab at his back, clawing at skin and muscle.

I move my hands up to his shoulder blades and I hook my fingers, holding tight.

I put my head back and groan, letting myself go.

We’re drunk and we’ve been waiting for this moment for way too long.

We’re in a cabin in the woods at the top of a mountain with a fire burning in the fireplace.

Cole mesmerizes me as he changes from Cockhead Cole to Elevator Guy.

It’s Elevator Guy who is bringing me to climax.

Cockhead Cole had been the one with his tongue between my legs earlier.

My head is as confused as my words sound… but what’s not confusing is how this feels.

I want to cry out it’s the best sex I’ve ever had, but I know that can’t be true.

Cole can’t be the best fuck of my life because I can never do this again with him.

He picks up speed and his hands slip under my ass, grabbing me tight. I arch my back and feel his hot breath against my chest. He groans and grunts as he works harder.

I’ve already come twice.

There’s more on the way.

Fine…

Fucking my boss is the best I’ve ever had.

I opened my eyes and pulled the warm blankets up over my head and groaned.

I felt like I had melted into the blankets.

Honestly, I never knew such comfort existed.

When I pulled the blankets down, I took a deep breath and the air in the cabin was cold.

Very cold, actually.

I rolled to my other side and saw Cole.

Instantly, I covered my mouth and my eyes grew big.

It all came back to me.

No regrets, but still… Cole was my boss. I was his secretary. I had fallen into that trap of ending up in bed with my boss.

Well, we weren’t exactly in bed, were we?

We were on the floor of the living room in a flood of blankets and pillows.

Cole had his black pants back on and was on one knee in front of the fireplace.

My eyes humped every visible muscle of his back.

I felt no shame for that, but I knew there was no way a morning-after fuck could happen. Not when we were sober. And in my case, hungover.

Cole worked quietly, not realizing I was awake.

In a matter of minutes, a small fire began to glow in the fireplace. Then it grew into some flames before settling.

Cole inched back and down to the floor.

“I’m awake,” I finally said.

He turned and looked down at me. “Oh. Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Got a little cold in here overnight,” he said.

I pulled the covers to my chin. “Yeah. Brr.”

Brr?

I cringed.

I had to keep the blankets to my chin and keep myself