Page 15 of Velvet Sin (Elite Men of Los Angeles #5)

“Do you have one more in you?” he asked, leaning over me until his chest brushed my bouncing breasts and added to the symphony of sensations driving me out of my mind. “You think you can come on my cock tonight? You think your pretty pussy can handle it?”

His filthy words made me shudder, taking what already felt so damn good and upping the intensity until I was right on the edge, dangling over the abyss.

It was always one of my favorite things, something I had missed so much in the years since.

“Yes. Make me come for you,” I whispered, lying back, watching his reaction to the way my boobs bounced with every stroke. “Make me come all over you.”

With a wicked grin, he slid a hand between us and circled my clit with his thumb.

My back arched, and a tidal wave of exquisite pleasure washed over me, dragging me under the surface.

Everything was dark and quiet where there was nothing but total bliss and faint, deep grunts as Dante finished and followed me into the darkness.

By the time I came to, I was flat on my back, my legs still around his waist, my throat hoarse. I hadn’t felt so alive in as long as I could remember.

Or as scared.

This was a different kind of fear from that of realizing I would have nothing if I went through with the divorce. And yet, here I was—on the other side of it—finding my way through the aftermath. This job was another chance at a life of my own, and I might have thrown it away by blurring the lines.

This was never supposed to happen.

But who was I kidding? It was always going to as long as we were together, locked in a situation where sex was the name of the game, and it had been so long since I felt anywhere near as alive as I did with him.

“Congratulations,” he grunted out between gasps for air, his face pressed against my neck. “We have officially christened my office.”

All things considered, I shouldn’t have laughed. This was serious. We did exactly what I swore we wouldn’t. “I’m honored,” I told him. “As long as this isn’t a fireable offense.”

He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. There was confusion in those dark orbs, maybe disbelief. “Believe me. If there’s one thing I would never fire you for, it’s fucking your boss. Especially with a pussy this tight.”

My sinking heart told me I was hoping for a little more than that, which was exactly why I should’ve been glad I didn’t get more. I could not afford to get things twisted. We had sex. End of story. A little fun. Scorchingly, hot, mind-blowing fun. I’d gotten him out of my system.

All I had to do now was keep him that way.

When he stood, I sat up. “You know what I’m about to say, right?” I asked while pulling the top of my dress up to cover myself.

“Let me guess.” He shook his head, crossing the room, going to his private bathroom. The water ran while he muttered, “Something about how this can never happen again.”

“You know it can’t.” So did I, and I didn’t like it any more than he did.

Not when I now understood how much I’d missed out on during my marriage—years of faking, convincing myself to be in the mood for Cameron’s sake.

It was either that or dealing with him pouting and bitching about feeling rejected.

My heart sank, but I forced myself across the room on legs that still trembled in the aftermath. “I work here, for one thing,” I reminded him.

He glanced up at me in the mirror while washing his hands. “Last I checked, you quit. Remember?”

“Last I checked,” I countered sourly. “You didn’t accept my resignation.”

Drying his hands, he turned to face me. The expression on his face told me I had walked into a trap.

“Last I checked, I made you come three times… no, I made you explode,” he amended.

“And it took next to nothing. I’m willing to accept it’s been a while since your breakup, but nobody who’s used to being eaten and fucked properly sounds as surprised as you did. ”

Surprised? “I did?” I whispered, chewing my lip. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you literally sounded like you didn’t know it was possible to feel that way.

Your body surprised you. And you were hungry ,” he added, crossing the room.

It didn’t occur to me to back away. “Tell me the truth. Did he ever do that for you? Or am I the only one who knows how to make your body sing?”

Something deep inside me yearned in a way that wasn’t physical—the desire to open up. Confess what I had bottled for too long. “He didn’t bother learning what I needed,” I admitted. It was incredible how much lighter I felt.

A handful of emotions and feelings washed over his face all at once. Relief. Pride. Smugness. “Is that why you went to my club in LA? Because it was time to catch up on what you were missing?”

“That was completely my friends’ idea…” I paused, then admitted, “I think that was the general thought process, though.”

“I thought so. Why deny yourself now? We can have fun. Blow off steam,” he suggested with a shrug. “We’re two adults who are good at getting off together.”

How romantic.

Then again, this wasn’t about romance. And fuck me, he was good.

Incredible. I was still pulsing inside, aftershocks zipping through my core.

Already, I wanted him again. “We’d have to be careful,” I murmured, thinking it over.

“I don’t want to cause trouble around here. Make things awkward, you know?”

“We’ll be discreet. I don’t like trouble, either,” he reminded me with a faint smirk.

“And for the record…” I stood as straight and tall as I could, lifting my chin, staring him right in the eye so he’d know I meant it. “This doesn’t erase the past. I’ll never forgive you for what you did back then.”

His jaw tightened. Was he going to apologize? My breath caught before he replied, “I understand, and I don’t expect it. This has nothing to do with the past. It’s about what we both need now.”

What we both needed. My needs. When was the last time I considered them?

Dammit. My skin was tingling, and my heart was fluttering. I never stood a chance, did I? He had me.

And the arrogant prick knew it before I took a deep breath and gave in.