pair of jeans. “Are you almost done?” He arches a brow, walking over to the rack of skimpy lingerie.
“Pretty much. Just have to clock out.”
“Rachelle’s treating you well?”
“Yeah, she’s fine.” I watch him flick through the bras and corsets I rearranged a few days ago and are thankfully still organized.
He pauses what he’s doing, eyeing me. “Are you going to keep standing all the way over there?” His eyes flash, staring at me with an intensity I feel all the way down to my toes.
I might be new to this whole sex thing, but it doesn’t take long to catch on. His words drip with desire and he looks ready to strip me bare.
Right here. Right now.
That idea should probably bother me, considering this is my place of work, but Hayden seems to make me lose all sense of control and I find myself eyeing the chaise lounge in the corner.
When I look back, he’s stepped away from the rack and is moving toward me.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he growls, grabbing my face. He kisses me like he’s been thinking about it all day and desperation has won out, which is probably true, because I’ve been thinking about it all day too. “I’ve never been like this before,” he admits, peppering kisses down the column of my neck. “Like a fucking teenage boy who’s just realized the wonders of sex.” He plucks at my sweatshirt and I’m more than happy to get rid of it and my shirt along with it. He groans, cupping my breasts in his hands over my bra, and lavishing kisses to the swells. “You make me feel again.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before he’s kissing me again. He lifts me up, my legs going around his waist. Already I can feel my panties growing damp with craving.
How is it possible to be this turned on already?
“I didn’t come here for this, I swear,” he murmurs, laying my body upon the chaise. “I wanted to see you, make sure you got some dinner, but fuck, I take one look at you and I’m a goner.”
“Please, I need you.” I tug the zipper down on his hoodie, pushing it off his large shoulders. He hooks his thumbs in the back of his shirt, yanking it over his head.
In less than a minute we’re both naked, desperately clinging to one another. He moves down my body, spreading my legs wide as he kneels between them.
He rubs two fingers against my pussy, grinning up at me when he finds me soaked. “Always so ready for me.”
He curls his fingers inside me, lowering his head to suck on my clit.
A moan works its way up my throat, my body zinging with pleasure. It feels so good, better than anything I could’ve dreamed. “Hayden,” I pant his name, holding onto the back of couch so I don’t slide off like liquid butter.
He ignores my pleas, working me to an orgasm that shatters through me until I see literal stars behind my eyes. When I finally blink them open, he holds his cock steady at my entrance and then plunges inside in one hard stroke that has my back bowing off the chaise.
He grabs my hands, pinning them above my head, and fucks me fast and hard.
There’s no hesitation in him this time. He’s not holding back.
It’s raw, and real, and passionate. It’s Hayden in his true form letting go and it is everything.
Watching him let go and unleash this part of himself heightens my pleasure. He’s like this because of me. Of what I do to him.
My orgasm hits me hard and fast. As I fall over that cliff, he’s right there behind me, grinding into me through his own release. When he pulls from my body I mewl in protest at the loss. He disappears into the hall and comes back with some damp tissues, cleaning me up.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, a little shame clinging to those two words.
He doesn’t want to meet my eyes. Grabbing his chin, I force him to look at me. “I’m not. Please don’t be sorry for that.”
He looks back at me and he must see that I mean it, because he smiles. “You’re okay?”
“Better than okay.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
Standing up, he grabs his jeans. “Get dressed and let’s get out of here. I’ll get you some dinner.”
I gather up my clothes and use the bathroom. Hayden’s waiting for me when I finish