Page 94 of That First Night

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Your pussy was fucking made for my cock, Peyton,” he groans. “So soft. Velvet smooth. Perfect pink. Soaked, just for me.”

“Thomas,” I scream out. “Fuck me, please.”

He grips my hips harder as he continues pounding me against the door. I scream out his name and a string of curse words as a second orgasm takes over every part of my body.

“Fuck, baby. I’m coming.”

“Yes. Yes.” I moan over and over again as his thrusts begin to slow while he pours himself into me. He slowly pulls himself out of me and I can feel our tangled mix of cum drip on my thigh. With a swipe of his finger, he brings it back up to swipe the wetness back over my clit. So fucking hot.

Our fast breaths are mingled together, and he doesn’t hesitate to crash his lips into mine, not putting me down and not removing himself from deep inside of me as we both come down from our orgasms.

His kiss is deep and passionate, nothing like the quickie was. His kiss feels like a promise of more. Of him giving all of himself to me.

“Thomas,” I murmur as I pull out of the kiss.

“I-I lo—” His words are cut off by the phone ringing in his pocket. “Fuck,” he says under his breath as his forehead rests on my shoulder. Slowly he leans in to press another kiss to my lips and he brings me down so my feet meet the floor.

The phone stops ringing but he grabs it and checks the call. “Fuck,” he grunts in annoyance. “I have to go, baby. I’m going to be late.”

“But it’s Saturday…”

“I know,” he says. “I’m so sorry, but this deal I’m working on with Marc is blowing up in our face right now. I have to take care of it to make sure we get the property.”

“O-okay,” I say in a hoarse whisper, wrapping my arms around my waist.

“Baby.” He smiles at me as he uses his pointer finger to delicately bring my chin up, which forces my gaze to be locked on his. “I will be home after we take care of this so we can go to the gala tonight.” He pauses as his eyes bounce between mine. “And one more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“A team is coming over for you around 10am.”

“For what?”

“For you.” He smiles.

“What do you mean?”

“Whatever you want, whatever you need, they are here foryou,” he replies as he pulls his pants up and begins to fix his belt. “Hair, makeup, and dressing. All of it. There will also be a jeweler coming over around 3pm for you to pick your accessories to go with your outfit,” he continues as he adjusts his cufflinks. “I couldn’t pick because I don’t know what your dress looks like. So, pick whatever you’d like.”

“Thomas,” I gasp. “That’s too much.”

He fixes his last cufflink and smiles up at me before he walks over to me to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and then landing on my neck to rub a thumb on my cheek. “You look thoroughly fucked, baby. I like this look on you.”

“Thomas,” I groan as I playfully swat at his arm. “Don’t ignore my comment. It’s too much and I can get ready myself. It’s really okay.”

“It’s never too much for you, Sunshine.”

The meeting today left me in such a sour mood that I ended up staying at the office longer than planned. They fought us hard in negotiations because they wanted a deal that was almost half a million dollars less than what it’s listed for. Marc knocked it out of the park with his fight back, though. In the end, we ended up getting it for what it was listed for, which made both Marc and I millions of dollars.

“Did you hear anything back about the deal on 67th and Columbus?” I ask Marc.

He nods as he takes a sip of whiskey from my office stash. “It’s yours. We can even sign the papers today.”

“That would be great.” I smile. “I have to fire her when I get home. It’s time to lock this down and make it official.”

“You’re really doing this, huh?”