Page 33 of Caught By the Chief of Staff

“I need you,” I plead. I want to feel his cock deep inside me when I come. If this is going to be our last time together, I need to be joined with him in the most basic of ways, even if it’s just for a moment.

“I know what you need.”

And then he curls his fingers inside me as he presses down on my clit harder than before, making me see stars. I close my eyes, my body bowstring tight, and then I come with Rick’s name a whisper on my lips.

He covers me with his body then, the tip of his hard cock poised at my entrance, and with his eyes still locked on mine, he slides deep.

If I thought this would be a hard and fast fuck, I would have been wrong. Totally fucking wrong. There’s something about tonight; we’re both racing the clock against fate. She’s a cruel bitch, and we both know it. Tonight is about showing each other how we feel. It’s about showering each other with the love that can never be spoken out loud.

Rick lays more of his weight on me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. I would happily take all of it. I need to feel him like this. I need so much tonight. He slides his arms underneath mine and holds my head in his hands. I feel so delicate, so cherished in his arms, and I always have. Even when he hated me, I felt special in his arms, but it was nothing like this.

He touches his mouth to mine, breathing me in, touching, tasting, and I blossom underneath his kisses. He licks into my mouth, but it’s not aggressive; it’s gentle and sweet. His nose brushes against the side of mine.

And then he begins to move.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he slides in and out of me, making a torturous pattern back and forth where our bodies are joined. I hold him tighter in my arms, silently begging him to fuck me, but he won’t relent. Rick knows what he wants, and he’s not giving in.

We hold each other tight, drinking each other in as he plunges in over and over. Our bodies rock together in a delicate dance just for us, and if I could live in this moment forever, I would be tempted to try.

“Rick,” I gasp and dig my heels into his ass, begging him to move faster, harder, but he only smiles against my mouth, keeping his maddeningly slow pace. He arches his hips, changing the angle and deepening his penetration. “Yes.”

Finally, he moves faster. He is still gently gliding in and out where our bodies join, but now he’s moving faster, hitting a spot deep inside me that has my toes curling into the soft fabric of the sofa.

He thrusts deeper still, and I dig my nails into the backs of his shoulders. My body burns hotter while he pushes me to soar even higher. And finally, when I can’t take anymore, he drives in one more time, sending me over the edge.

“Cara,” he gasps as he follows behind me into bliss.

Rick drops his forehead to rest on mine while we both work to catch our breaths. A fine sheen of sweat coats both our bodies, and I can feel his heart beating just as wildly as mine is.

This was a beautiful goodbye. Poetic even.

This was the most excruciatingly beautiful goodbye that could ever be shared between two people who love each other as much as we do, and it will haunt me for the rest of my life.

“Marry me,” Rick whispers, his sex-rough voice breaking the eerie silence.

“Wait, what?” I ask, knowing there is no way I could have heard him correctly.

“Marry me,” he says louder this time. “Again.”

“No,” I whisper.

“Yes,” he implores me. “Marry me again. Let’s be a family. A real one.”

“No,” I say. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, and if you did, you wouldn’t be asking.”

“Well I am,” he snaps. “This is right, and you know it.”

“It isn’t,” I cry as I push at his shoulders. He relents and sits back on his knees, his cock slipping from my body, making me feel cold and empty. “This can’t happen. You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand,” I hear him say through my rising panic. Tears slip free from my eyes. “I love you,” he adds, and it sounds both sweet and menacing all at the same time.

“I know.”

“And I know that you love me too.”

“I know that too,” I whisper, the devastation in my voice laid bare for both of us.

“Then marry me.”