“Do it.” I shift so I can take over, lifting my hips to meet hers, picking up the pace and pounding into her like she likes. Reaching behind her, I grab a handful of her hair and tug it hard so her back arches.
She gasps and her body starts to shake as she nears climax.
“Do it, Genny. Come all over my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me so hard.” I coach her to her orgasm, praising her and pushing her until she’s reached the crest.
And then, with a groan that borders on a scream, she’s falling apart on top of me. Her pussy clenches my cock, pulsing as her climax shoots through her in waves.
“There you go. Just like that, baby.” We’ve discovered we both like it when I pressure her to come. Like it when we’re both working toward her release. Both of us focused on the same thing. It’s even better than when we come together.
Okay, I’m more than a bit whipped. Sue me.
While she’s still in the throes of ecstasy, I flip her to her back and kiss her. I slide out of her and down her body, kissing her belly before laying a final kiss on the folds of her pussy.
I pull up my boxers as I stand, then stare down at my sleepy-eyed girl. Something in my chest pinches, and I swear, I wouldn’t be surprised if I cracked a rib with how big my heart is over her. Maybe we’ve moved fast, but the road goes on and on, and I know without a doubt that it’s never going to end. I love her. Deeply. Completely. Eternally.
She smiles up at me, her breath still ragged. “What about you?” Her eyes dart to the steel pole in my boxers.
A steel pole I have to ignore.
I turn to the dresser and search for a pair of socks. “Unlike you,” I say over my shoulder, “I have a job I have to get to.” Genny’s official start day isn’t until next Monday. Though I put the development of the new department into action as soon as Warren signed off on it, it took a while to get everything ready to launch. Genny’s worked on it with me as much as she could around moving across the Atlantic, getting a visa, and settling into a new apartment. There were also holidays to account for, as well as my own move. “It feels like it’s taken forever to arrive, but your first day is finally around the corner.”
“About that…” She reaches for the handbook and holds it up. “I’ve discovered one little snag in our relationship. This says you can’t date someone who is your superior.”
Ah, that. The good old Pierce Industries Anti-Fraternization Policy. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it. A lot. “There are ways around it.”
“Such as?”
With a pair of socks in hand, I sit on the chair next to the dresser. “We could break up.” I’m teasing, of course.
She pretends to mull it over. “Well, I’m not going to stop dating you now. I’ve just gotten used to seeing your hair products on my bathroom counter.”
I pull on one sock as I talk. “Then we could ignore it. Hudson can’t fire me, and I’m not going to fire you.”
“I suppose we could do that. People will talk, though. There might be backlash.”
I wait until I have the other sock on before bringing up the last option. “There’s another loophole in the policy,” I say then hold my breath. It’s a loophole that’s only existed for the past few years, one that allows fraternization if the couple is married. Hudson claims he made it so that he could work with his wife if he ever wanted to, but I’m pretty sure he added it so that Norma could marry her assistant, Boyd.
“I read about that,” Genny says slowly. “One that involves a ring.”
“Yes. That one.” My heart is pounding in my ears. I wasn’t planning on having this conversation for at least another week.
But I’m ready. And if she’s ready too, then, what the hell are we waiting for?
I stand and step closer to the bed. “I would have brought it up earlier but didn’t want to make assumptions.”
“After what I let you do to me last night, I think you’re allowed to make assumptions.”
Hmm. Last night. When she let me tie her to the kitchen counter and whip her with a dishtowel…
Shit, I’m so hard.
She sits up and bats her lashes, but her expression is solemn. “In other words, make assumptions.”
I move closer. “Maybe I should mention that I opened a line of credit at Tiffany’s a few days ago.”
She shifts so she’s kneeling on the bed, facing me. “Maybe I should mention I prefer princess cut solitaire.”
Bending so my lips are hovering over hers, I say, “Maybe you should be happy with whatever you get.”
“Maybe as long as what I get is you.”
“You win.” Though, really it’s me who wins. “Now, no more talking.” Roughly, I take her lips, kissing her back into a prone position.
“I thought you had to be to work,” she says, breathless, when I finally let her up for air.
Work. Yes, that. I have a meeting with Hudson this morning, and another with HR this afternoon, along with a pile of papers on my desk to go through and a long list of people I need to call. I’ll be working overtime as it is, staying at the office long after my secretary has gone home, like I have most days the past few months. I’ve taken on a lot with this new department. With the job, moving to an apartment not owned by my family, a serious girlfriend, and a dog on the way, I just might be becoming a full-fledged responsible adult.
So I really should pull away and finish getting dressed.
But Genny is so soft and delicious beneath me…