Page 50 of Consumed By You

His hand stops moving.

No!

“I didn’t hear that.” I hear his grin.

“Yes!” I cry out and I hear a triumphant chuckle, then his thick erection is against my backside. In one swift movement, he positions himself ideally and thrusts himself so hard into me that my knees buckle, and I am barely able to stand straight.

I see stars, blindly reaching up to grasp his forearm wrapped around my chest, holding me in place as he pounds into me repeatedly. He continues torturously, uttering dirty eroticisms into my ear, and I have to lean my head against my free arm to sustain my balance on the glass cage.

“Turn for me, baby.” He groans, pulling out suddenly. I’m only too happy to oblige and spin to face him. He gathers me in his arms and scoops me off the shower floor, plunging into me. I wrap my legs around him for support. He doesn’t even look like it’s phasing him that he’s fucking a woman in midair without so much as skipping a beat in our rough rhythm.

“Yes,” he hisses, his lips crushing mine.

I feel the building low in my stomach, like bees buzzing, and moan into his mouth. This pleasure is going to consume me. I can’t move. I can’t think.

“Oh my god!” I cry as he shifts his thrusts and catapults me into my orgasm. With two more pumps of his cock, he releases himself with a choked gasp. His face contorts with some sort of pained pleasure. He drops his head against my quivering chest, gasping.

Morning sex. I like it.

***

We’re on our way to work in his car. His thumb is tracing the lines on my palm and both of us are contentedly silent. My nerves are going wild in my stomach. I don’t know how things are going to go today.

What are people going to say? Will everyone think I got this job just because I’m dating the boss?

Of course that’s what they’re going to think. I only started working for this man a few weeks ago.

“What are you thinking?” Benjamin asks, breaking the silence.

“I’m wondering what work is going to be like.”

“It’s going to be fine. Just like any other day.”

***

Kate eyes us from her desk with suspicion when we exit the elevator together. I’m feeling a lot more uncomfortable than I expected to, although I don’t know if it’s the look of disbelief on her face or the huddled conversations around us I couldn’t hear as we walked through the lobby that have made my stomach fall.

“Good morning, Mr. Scott. Miss Fontaine,” she greets us when we pass her.

“Morning,” Benjamin and I say in unison.

God, this is awkward.

We part ways with a brief glance. He heads into his office, and I head into mine. As soon as I take my seat, the black phone on my desk rings.

Remain calm, Fontaine.

“Yes, Kate?”

“Are you honestly sleeping with him already?”she accuses and I gape into the phone, unable to speak.

“Where did you hear that?”

“So it’s true?”

I may be mistaken, but it sounds like there’s resentment behind her words.

“I’m coming out there.” I hang up immediately and ring Benjamin’s line.