“But you’ll get to fuck me. Seems like a good tradeoff.”
“A very good tradeoff. You’ll have to unwrap your legs from around my waist, though.”
Monica stroked his cheek. “In a second. One more kiss.”
“One more,” he agreed.
There was nothing gentle about it, and Monica needed that. Needed the way he devoured her, his tongue thrusting against hers, his lips almost brutal in their intensity. He sucked her bottom lip as he lifted his head. Finally, he let it go. “All right now, legs down.”
Monica unwrapped her calves from his lean hips, and Cal dropped her to the ground. He snagged his pants, quickly dug in the pocket, and removed a condom and rolled it on. Then taking her shoulders, he spun her around, just as he’d promised, and marched her forward.
Monica searched the building across the way. No lights, no sign of movement. This was insane. Insanely hot. She glanced at herself, barely recognizing the naked, sexy woman with messy hair and puffy lips.
“Bend over, Miss Prim. Hands on the glass,” Cal ordered. Monica obeyed, and with her feet in a wide stance, she bent over, but kept her head tilted up so she could see him. This was the craziest thing she’d done in years, and it scared her. But titillated too. Cal did this to her—freed that part of her she never thought she’d see again.
In the glass, Cal’s reflection looked like a naked, hot specter. Meeting her gaze, he ran his palm down her spine—then he gave her ass a not so light tap.
Monica shrieked at the unexpected swat. She liked it. The afterburn caused the walls of her pussy to tighten. “After this, you won’t be able to call me Miss Prim.”
Without warning, Cal thrust once, burying himself deep inside her. Grasping her hips with both hands, he yanked her backward. “Oh, you’ll have to do more than this to lose the nickname.”
Monica had no idea what he had in mind, but she was down for it. The tendons in his neck strained as he began to move, slowly.
“You feel so good.” He bit out the words.
“Faster.”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Damn it, Cal. You took it slow last time.”
His smile rose a notch. “And I’m going to take it slow this time too.”
Keeping his steady pace, Cal pumped his cock inside of her, drew it out, then slid back home. The friction drove her crazy, and yet he never changed the momentum. She didn’t know how he could stand it, but she’d get even. He was punishing her for some reason, and she’d return the favor. One of these times, Cal would be the one begging her for release. Monica was going to enjoy that.
Using one hand, he reached out to massage her breast. She longed to touch him back, but kept her hands plastered against the cool glass.
The pressure inside of her kept building as Cal glided back and forth. Her pussy became slicker with every minute that passed. She was so close. The added stimulation of watching him fuck her pushed her to the brink.
“Cal, please. Please. Harder. I need it. You promised.”
“So I did.” Dropping her breast, he used that hand to grab a fistful of her hair. Cal dug the fingers of his other hand into her hip.
When he started pumping deep and fast, Monica almost lost her balance. “Harder.”
His grip dug into her skin. He hung onto her hair like a rein. This was exactly what she liked.
Cal’s arms flexed as he slammed into her. When he thrust his hips forward, Monica’s breasts swayed, just as he said they would, and he watched them with complete concentration.
Monica came then, crying out. She closed her eyes as powerful sensations coursed through her, curling up through her clit, causing every muscle in her body to clench. On and on it went, tunneling through her, making her dizzy as she held her breath.
Cal continued to fuck her until he came too. He let out a hoarse yell, and his body shuddered as he paused for a moment, thrust again, then jerked her hips back against him. “Monica.”
His cock spasmed, and Monica’s muscles tightened around it. A smaller, less intense orgasm rocked her. Monica’s hand slipped down the glass, but Cal’s firm hold kept her from falling. Aftershocks sizzled through her as he continued to drive into her.
Once his own orgasm subsided, Cal stilled. Loosening his grasp on her hip, he unclenched his fist, letting go of her hair. Stroking a hand down her shoulder, Cal continued to rub her back, his hand warm and soothing against her skin.
She didn’t think he could top their last time in the Mustang, but he had. He’d pushed her, challenged her, and now he touched her with such tenderness, she melted a little bit.
They remained in place, both breathing hard for some minutes. Finally, Cal removed himself and stepped away. Monica’s legs shook as she lowered herself to the floor and lay on her side, completely spent. Cal discarded the condom before stretching out next to her.
“You are brilliant.” He brushed the back of his hand across her cheek.
She gave him a tired smile. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Not so bad? I delivered on my promise, love. I made you come. Hard. I could feel your cunt tighten around me.” He gave her hair a gentle tug.
“I could have been faking, you know.”
Before she could take her next breath, Monica found herself on her back with Cal lying on top of her. His eyes glimmered a bright green. “You were faking that rousing, bloody fantastic orgasm, were you?”
“No,” she admitted. “I wasn’t faking.” Monica reached up and lightly slugged his shoulder. “You’re a real champ in the sex department. Do you want a trophy or something?”
“Yes, I do. A trophy would do nicely.”
Monica burst out laughing. “God, you’re so arrogant.”
He grinned back. “But a brilliant lover.” He lowered his head and nuzzled her neck.
“Yes,” she said, then sighed. “You’re a brilliant lover.”
Cal lifted his head. “That’s all I’m saying.” The smile died from his lips as his eyes shifted to the building next door. “Shit.”
“Oh no.” Monica tried to turn her head to look, but with Cal on top of her, it was impossible. “Can someone see us?”
“No, we’re too low. But the cleaners are arriving next door. They just walked into the building.”
“Shit,” Monica echoed.
“Stay here, they can’t see up this far. I’ll grab our clothes and hit the lights, and we’ll run into the hall.”
The danger of getting caught, of someone seeing her naked, sent a frisson of fear shooting through her system. It had been thrilling fifteen minutes ago, but now, once the heat of the moment had passed, Monica realized how stupid she’d been. What if Stella or Jason had come back to the office? What if one of the cleaning crew down there had whipped out a phone and taken a video? God, she was an idiot.
Cal crept low as he scrambled for their clothes. With his arms full, he ran to hit the overhead lights, then using the clothes as a shield, he walked quickly to her desk and shut off the lamp. Now they were in the dark. Monica closed her eyes for a moment and mentally kicked her own ass. Why was she so reckless? Defective.
Cal opened the hall door, letting a dim glow filter into the room. “Come on, love.”
Monica rolled over and rose a few inches as she peeked out the window. A first-floor office showed light behind closed blinds. Although she didn’t see any movement, she kept low and duck-walked across the floor and out into the hall. Cal pulled her office door closed behind her.
After burying her head in both hands, she muttered, “What was I thinking?”
“You were thinking how amazing the sex would be. How adventurous. And it was.” She heard the clothes drop to the floor, and then his warm hands covered hers, prying them from her face a second later. “Monica, if I’d seen any sign of life, I’d have turned you around so fast, you’d have been dizzy for days. I wouldn’t let anyone see you compromised. It was just a bit of harmless fun.”
Harmless fun had gotten her into trouble in the past. Harmless fun had gotten her knocked up by a guy she’d barely known. Harmless fun was her downfall. And guys like Cal were the catalyst.