Taking a deep breath for courage, I answer, “I’ve never been fired before,” I swallow a few times, “so I…I quit.”
Before he can reply, I turn and take a few steps toward where the cars are parked, but I don’t get very far before he grabs hold of my arm and spins me to face him.
“You. Are. Not. Quitting.”
A tear slips from my eye, which his gaze follows as it slides down my cheek to my mouth.
“Rosie,” he groans.
His lips meet mine. His tongue pushes for access to my mouth and I give in on a sigh. He tastes of coffee and mints. I break his hold on my arms and slide my hands into his hair, holding him to me as I start to take a more active role in this unexpected kiss, which has my toes curling and my * wet and throbbing.
Ruben takes hold of my hips, pulling me in flush against him. I can feel his erection grinding in to me. Then it suddenly hits me what I’m doing. Making out with the boss!
I push him away, breaking free of his embrace. Wiping his kiss from my lips, I stammer, “No. We can’t.” Turning, I flee to the car lot with tears running down my face, not having a clue what I’m going to do now. Can I really stay at Kenza? Shit! I just told him I quit.
Chapter 1 ~ Ruben
The woman I have tied to her bed is practically begging me to fuck her. I’ve given her countless orgasms; her * is so fucking wet that I should be desperate to get inside her to ease the ache in my balls. So what am I waiting for?
I’m not going there.
Grabbing a condom from the side table, I roll it down my length before climbing between her spread thighs.
I don’t know her name. I didn’t ask. All I saw was the dark hair falling down her lithe back, the curve of her narrow waist and long legs. That was all it took to have me buying her a drink and arranging this evening of sex.
Looking at her now, I’m not sure why I came back to her place. She isn’t the one I want. But getting laid is the only way to curb my lust for another brunette who shouldn’t even be in my thoughts, when I’m with someone else.
Shaking my head to get Rosie out of it, I slide my hands up the woman’s quivering thighs and start stroking her *. She moans, encouraging me on.
The only sounds in the room are hers. We haven’t spoken. We both stripped and when she was naked, she laid on the bed and waited for me to tie her up, which I was only too happy to oblige.
Her * is bare as I watch my finger slide back and forth along her lips. Coating my fingers in her arousal. I insert a couple of digits inside her making sure she’s ready for me.
I just want this over with now. I’ve stayed longer than I usually do. Not because I like her more than anyone else, but because she’s making me feel damn good with all the orgasms I’m wringing out of her. Despite my lack of enthusiasm, this woman has definitely stroked my ego, something that I needed.
Taking hold of my cock, I pump my fist back and forth a few times as we both watch cum leaking out into the condom. I’m ready, but first I lean back and untie her ankles from each bedpost. Sliding my hands under her ass, I lift her up and toward me. My dick at her entrance slides in easily, her walls spasm against me at the same time as her * sucks me deeper.
Groaning, I place her ass back on the bed and follow her down, lapping at her nipples while I thrust in and out of her. This is going to be quick. I’ve gone without sex for so damn long that I’m not going to be able to hold back.
Arching her back, she moans and thrashes around under me while squeezing the life outta my dick with her climax, sending me shooting to the stars in an explosive release.
Slowly moving back and forth to prolong the pleasure for us both, I drop my face into the crook of her neck and biting down on her shoulder, I mumble, “Rosie…” and freeze. Fuck!
I close my eyes to try and block out the name I’ve just whispered to another woman.
This is a one time deal with someone I don’t even know, but that doesn’t mean I can be a bastard. I felt her stiffen slightly when I said the name and I’m positive that it hurt her. What the fuck am I doing breathing Rosie’s name while buried deep in someone else?
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Withdrawing, I untie her wrists and jumping off the bed walk to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I wash my hands and splash water onto my face before drying off. Seeing the huge shower she has in here has me debating whether or not to jump in. Second thoughts though, have me walking back into the bedroom and reaching for my clothes.
I need to get out of here.
Tonight was supposed to have made me feel better. A release from the damn stress, but instead I feel like shit and it didn’t relieve the itch that I needed relieving.
Finally slipping my feet back into my boots, I look at the woman I’ve just spent a couple of hours with. She’s now sitting back against the pillows, a robe hiding her nakedness, ankles crossed and her head tilted to the side as she watches me.