“I’m close,”he says, kissing me hard and rough, nipping at my mouth, my neck, and the spot just above my breasts. I dig my nails into his tight butt and meet his hips thrust for powerful thrust.
“Kyler, I’m going to…” I suck in a breath. “Ahhhhhh…”
“Fuuuuuuck.”
A second orgasm coils in my belly and explodes between mine and Kyler’s bodies.
I hold onto Kyler for dear life, and revel in the feel him pulsating inside me as my muscles clench around him. After what feels like forever, Kyler’s eyes open and he looks down at me, pressing our foreheads together.
“Holy shit,” he says with a lazy smile.
Holy shit is right. But now it’s over, and I don’t know what to do. He rolls over, and I immediately feel his absence between my legs. There’s no way I won’t be sore in the morning. His cock is bigger than what I’ve ever had before, and after not having sex for a year, I’m a little out of shape. I catch my breath while Kyler climbs out of his bed to discard the condom. When he comes back, he surprises me and places a warm washcloth between my legs. He cleans me before I can protest, and after one last trip to the bathroom, he settles into bed next to me. What do I do now? Do I get up and leave or do I stay? My internal dialogue is halted when I feel Kyler’s arm wrap around my waist, and he tugs me to him, my back to his front. He kisses my naked shoulder. When his breathing evens out, and I’m sure he’s asleep, I wriggle free, careful not to stir him, and leave his bed. Admittedly, mine is much colder than his, but sleeping with him, after the amazing sex we just had, would complicate this. I promised myself one night, and staying in his bed would only make it harder in the morning.
~ Kyler ~
The alarm next to my bed screams, and I silence it before checking the time on my phone. Seven a.m. I roll over, expecting Cassey to be there. But instead find the other side of my bed empty and cold. Her scent lingers, and I feel slightly disappointed that she’s already gone. A morning quickie would’ve been a great way to start my day.
I take a quick shower, and get dressed for work, stopping outside the guest bedroom on my way to the kitchen. It’s empty, and the bed is made, causing my brows to furrow. My apartment is quiet, no sign of Cassey anywhere. After arriving at the office, I have my assistant, Nikola, hold my calls and I take the elevator down the few floors to Cassey’s office. Her door is open, and I hear her talking. She must be in a meeting. Listening to her voice, and her words, it’s obvious that she’s not only confident, but intelligent too. I’ve never thought intelligence as an attractive quality, but it looks fucking good on Cassey.
I walk in, seeing the guys from our IT department sitting in her office. “Okay, guys, that’s it for today. We’ll pick it up again tomorrow, and start working on creating algorithms for the self-publishing platform.” I clear my throat, and everyone’s heads turn in my direction.
“Mr. Knight,” Cassey greets. I hate it when she’s so formal. A mask slips over her face as she regards me. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“We need to talk,” I reply, watching the IT guys.
They start fumbling, and all greet me on their way out. Good. My ego jumps up and down because I visibly intimidate them. I dismiss them, and close Cassey’s door.
“Is there a problem?” she asks deadpan. Her hands start fiddling with papers on her desk and she avoids looking at me. I marvel at how gorgeous she looks, in her tight black skirt and red button up shirt, with her long, brown hair hanging in curls to the center of her back.
“Yes. I woke up alone.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Knight, but if you don’t have something urgent to discuss with me, I have important work to get back to.”
What the fuck? What happened to the woman from last night? “Well, Ms. Emerson,” I grind out. “It is urgent. You weren’t in my bed when I woke up this morning, and it’s a problem.”
She sighs, and spins to face me. “You got what you wanted, Kyler. You fucked me, and that was that. I’m making this easy for you, and for me, since I’ll be staying with you for the rest of this week. I’m saving you the trouble of having to tell me it won’t happen again, and I’m saving myself the humiliation of having any expectations beyond what we had last night.”
My brows furrow. She sounds like a fucking guy. “So last night was a one time thing for you?” I ask, puzzled.
“Wasn’t it for you?” she retorts, her voice cold.
This version of Cassey isn’t working for me. We’ll have to fix that. I step closer to her and cage her in against her desk, with her back to me. Her body tenses as I lean my mouth close to her ear.
“If you think one night is all we’ll have, you are horribly mistaken.” I feel her shiver, and knowing how easily I can get her body to respond to me makes me grin. She can’t escape the physical connection that sparks to life between us whenever we’re in the same room, a connection that was amplified last night.
“I don’t understand what you want,” Cassey says quietly.
I press my hips into her butt, her heels making her a little taller. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“I’m not a fuck buddy, Kyler.”
“And I’ve never said you are,” I reply.
“Then tell me what you want, what this is, so that I can get on the same page. Because right now I feel like last night was a meaningless fuck and quite honestly, the feeling sucks.”
I think about my next words, and phrasing them correctly so that there will be no mixed messages. I’ve always been very clear about what I want, and my pursuit of those things. Cassey is no different, but I won’t do this if it’s not something she feels she could want too. Granted, I will be disappointed, but I would never force her, or any other woman, to do anything they don’t willingly want to do.
“We’re two people, in a casual, sexual relationship who happen to work together. I don’t have the time to date, or the impulse to date, for that matter. But I want you, and I want you to want the same thing. If you don’t, I’ll respect it.” Cassey’s silent, but I can hear her thinking this through. I take the chance and lift my hands to her hips, sliding them up to cup her tits.
“Kyler,” she sighs, leaning back to rest her head on my shoulder. “We’re at work.”
“And I’m the boss,” I reply quickly. “Besides, I need to convince you that this is what you want, what your body wants.”
“How do you know what my body wants?”
I brush my lips over Cassey’s pulse and murmur, “Let me show you.” I slowly trail my hands down Cassey’s sides, grasping the hem of her skirt and lifting it up to reveal a red lace thong. “Oh Cass,” I breathe against her neck. “Lace is so sexy on you.”
One hand grips her hips, while the other slips into the front of her underwear. I cup her pussy, feeling the heat, and moisture pooling against my hand. My cock hardens and I rub it against the hollow of Cassey’s back.
“We can’t -” Cassey’s words are cut off my fingers brush against her clit and start rubbing in circles. Her hips move forward and she moans softly, her breaths coming in short pants.