Page 44 of The Temptation (Executive Suite Secrets #4)

A deep, guttural groan rose from Pierce’s parted lips and twisted up all my insides as I wrapped my fists around his cock and stroked him, spreading the lube evenly along his shaft. After a couple of passes, Pierce’s hand gripped my wrist, stopping me. He flashed me a tense grin. “Now ride it.”

My tongue tied itself in a knot. We’d never done that.

I’d never done that. Nerves and excitement flooded me in equal amounts.

My legs wobbled as Pierce shifted to lie flat on his back and I moved to straddle him.

I rested on my knees while Pierce reached under me with one hand to grip his dick.

His other hand dug into one cheek, spreading them and shifting me into position.

Even though I was supposed to be the one in control, he was helping me, easing my way.

The slick head brushed my hole, teasing me before I lowered myself enough to take his cock in me. I cried out against the delicious mix of pleasure and stretch. This was different and so amazing as I bobbed slowly, taking him inch by inch.

Pierce released his cock and held my hips lightly with both hands. Lines of strain dug into his face, and a feverish light seemed to fill his dark eyes.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he growled.

He made me feel sexy. Oh, I was a cute blond twink with a gorgeous face and a sweet ass, but something had never quite felt sexy about me. Not when I faced a gorgeous hunk of man like Pierce.

Except riding Pierce like this made me feel so fucking sexy. With my hands pressed to Pierce’s chest, I was the one in control, rising and falling on his cock as fast or as deep as I wanted. He moaned and panted beneath me, muscles rippling with the need to thrust.

My fingers found his nipples and plucked at them, wringing the most perfect gasp out of him.

“Simon,” he growled in warning. “Take it all, or I’m going to make you.”

“Take it all?” I teased, rising so that he almost completely slipped from my body. “Like this?” I dropped hard and fast, his cock filling me so full the air was pushed from my lungs. We both cried out and for a moment, I forgot how to work the rest of my body.

After that, there was no more teasing. I didn’t have the brainpower for it. Using his chest as support, I bounced on his cock so hard and fast, I could’ve sworn I was seeing fucking stars. Nothing had ever felt so good. And the entire time, I could stare down at his handsome face as he watched me.

But as the orgasm built, so did my frustration. I was close, but I couldn’t tip over that last edge.

“Pierce!” I cried out, not sure how to put into words what I needed.

He didn’t need more. He reached between us and grabbed my cock, stroking it fast and hard. “There you go, baby. Don’t stop. Fuck my cock. I want to see you come on me.”

“You first,” I panted. Not that I was sure I could hold out. I was hanging on to my orgasm by my teeth. This felt so amazing. I didn’t want it to end.

“Nope.”

“Okay, if I go first, you have to fuck me raw next time,” I bit out. “Come inside my ass.”

“Fuck!” Pierce snarled, and I shouted a heartbeat later as we both seemed to come at the same time. The image of him filling my ass without a condom was stuck in my head. I wanted that. Nothing between us.

But it dissolved in a blur as scorching hot ecstasy devoured my brain, leaving me screaming and spurting streams of cum across Pierce’s stomach. As soon as the orgasm faded, I flopped on top of him, not caring what kind of mess I became.

“Fuck,” Pierce panted, and I smiled into his shoulder. There was no better compliment than reducing a brilliant Harvard lawyer to a single swear word with only your ass.

He wrapped his arms around me, and I was pretty sure I got some of my semen on my back, but I didn’t care. I didn’t ever want to move from this position.

Except I had a performance tonight.

Fuck indeed.

I had to get up, get a quick shower, and head for the door soon, but I didn’t want to move.

Pierce turned his head and nuzzled my neck. “I’ll get up and deal with the condom, then start the shower for you. Stay here and catch your breath.”

I snorted. “It’s not about catching my breath. I’ve got to remember how my legs work.”

A laugh escaped Pierce, but in the end, he continued to be more responsible than I was. He rolled me off him and disappeared into the bathroom. A minute later, I could hear the water running in the shower. Time to move.

Of course, that perfect man tried to climb into the shower with me, but I didn’t let him. If he was in there, the shower would take four times as long, and there were things we needed to talk about.

Not that I wanted to. We were in a blissfully happy place, and I didn’t want to disturb it.

“Did you get any composing done these last few days?” Pierce inquired, raising his voice above the sounds of the shower and the water running in the sink as he likely cleaned up a bit.

“I did! The concerto is just over halfway done. And I showed it to the maestro!”

“You showed your unfinished work to him?” Pierce sounded both delightfully aghast and proud.

“I did! He likes it. I played some of it for him, and he pointed out some parts that he liked. They were the same parts you helped me with.”

“Congratulations! I’m so proud of you.”

Pierce’s deep voice echoed off the walls of the bathroom and squeezed my heart. I could feel it. He was proud of me.

“But…you didn’t show him my nocturne, right?”

I cackled and had to slap my hand on the wall to keep from falling. “Of course I didn’t show him your nocturne. No one else is allowed to see that.”

“Good.” Pierce turned off the water in the sink. “I’ll go lay out your suit for the performance.”

“You spoil me!” I called after him, and he really did. He didn’t need to do these little things for me. I was more than capable of doing it all myself, but I could feel the joy it gave him. Pierce liked to do things for me, to help me in a hundred ways to make my life easier.

I finished my shower, dried off, and styled my hair. I joined Pierce in his massive walk-in closet and found my suit, undergarments, and shoes all laid out for me. He stood nearby, inspecting his suits as if still trying to decide what to wear.

“I like the navy pinstripe,” I said, and he grabbed it immediately, making me smile.

We got dressed together, and I knew there was no better time to tackle it than while we were thoroughly immersed in domestic bliss.

“Since I’m here, I take it that the meeting with Sawyer went well,” I prompted.

Pierce grunted and for a breath, I was afraid that was all he would say, but he continued in his thoughtful way.

“I think my talk with Sebastian, Declan, and Rome was more productive. They said the same thing you did—Sawyer never should have said what he did, that he was being irrational, that he would have apologized after he calmed down. In the end, he and I were both robbed of the chance to clear the air. But I’m glad we went to the graveyard to see him.

It gave me a chance to make him a new promise. ”

Pierce stopped in the middle of buttoning up his shirt and walked to me, his fingers lightly brushing along my cheek. His expression was so gentle and loving. I knew I would happily spend a lifetime getting lost in that look.

“I forgave him for what he said that day, and I promised him that I would always work hard to protect his brother. That I would love you with all my heart and soul. No one will ever be able to take better care of you. He wanted that for you, and I swear to always be worthy of that trust.”

I turned my face into his hand and pressed a kiss against the palm, squeezing my burning eyes shut to hold in my tears. “And I promise to always love you and take care of you. Plus, I will make sure that you don’t take life too seriously and make you laugh every chance I get.”

“Do you forgive him?”

My heart skipped a beat at his question. I blinked my eyes open and lifted my face from his palm as I stared at Pierce, but my brain was busy searching the depths of my heart.

Do I forgive Sawyer?

“I do. Part of me is still pissed at him for hurting you and hurting me, but I know that wasn’t what he intended.

He was worried about me and wanted to protect me.

He was always worried about me. Sometimes his fear drove him to do stupid things, like hurt his best friend, but if you can forgive him, so can I. ”

Pierce’s entire body seemed to relax, releasing the last bit of tension still humming through him. I got it. He wanted nothing to come between me and my brother, especially some old argument between my new boyfriend and my annoying brother.

“Now, go be brilliant,” Pierce ordered, stealing one final kiss.

“See you after the show?”

“Of course. I’ll always be there for you.”

My heart soared, and I laughed. Pierce was my everything, and I was his. Nothing was going to stop us. The world was ours.