“I love you. If they don’t…well.” He shrugs.
She kisses him lightly on the mouth. “I want to fill your ass with that new toy I bought you, so that when I look at you across the dinner table, I’ll know you might be talking and eating and laughing, but you’re totally going to be thinking about me fucking you when we get home.”
He’ll be thinking about that anyway, and she knows it. The thought of that—the heavy rubber toy stretching and filling him while he has to face his family…it’s too much. His cock leaps, another trickle of clear fluid sliding from the tip, but his expression must show his concern because Corinne frowns.
“No?”
“Please, no.” He won’t be able to deal with it. Not in front of his father.
“Puppy, if I want you to wear that toy for me, you will. If I want to put a collar and a leash on you and parade you through the living room on your knees, you’ll do that too.” Her voice has gone stern and cold for a second, her gaze assessing him before she softens. Another kiss, this one lingering. She caresses his hair, petting. Her ass rocks against his cock, teasing. “But I won’t ask you to.”
Reese presses his face to the warmth of her throat, his eyes closed. “I can’t. I want to be able to, but I just can’t.”
She puts her arms around him, holding him even though she’s still sitting on his lap. They rock a little bit. She hums some soothing noises into his ear.
“I might ask you to do things you think you can’t do, or things you think you don’t want to do,” she says against his skin. “But I won’t ask you to do what you absolutely can’t do.”
He’s relieved, but also disappointed. “I’m sorry.”
“Hush.” She pulls away to look into his face. “Don’t be sorry. All of this, everything we do…it’s no good for me if it’s not good for you, too. If you don’t want it and love it—”
“I do. I do love it and want it.”
“I know.” She smiles, though her brow’s still a little furrowed.
He shifts to move her weight a little on his lap. “I’ll be thinking about you fucking me no matter what I’m wearing.”
“I know that too.” In a smooth motion, she turns and straddles him, taking his cock deep inside her so fast he cries out. Her hand goes over his mouth. The other goes behind his neck to cup him.
Corinne begins to ride him. Her pussy, hot and slick, grips his cock until he can’t stand it, or he doesn’t think he can, and then she slows. Stops. Squeezes him with internal muscles without moving. Her hand over his mouth to keep him quiet.
Then somehow, they’ve rolled and he’s on top of her, fucking hard and deep and fast. Her knees come up to grip his sides. Her nails rake his back, then down to score his ass with stripes of pain that only urge him on. They kiss, bruising each other and then pulling back. Softer. Slower. He doesn’t want to come until she does, and she needs more than this slamming.
Reese pushes himself up on one arm to use the other hand between them. Corinne arches into the touch with a low, urgent cry. Again, her body tightens on his, and he’s close, so close, but he keeps himself from going over by concentrating on her. He pinches her clit lightly between his thumb and forefinger, thrusting so slowly now he’s almost not moving at all.
Corinne is always beautiful to him, but when she orgasms, she is transformed. Sweat glistens on her upper lip as her body tenses. She is lost in the pleasure, and Reese loses himself in watching her. She cries out his name. Her pussy pulses, milking him, and he can’t hold back any longer. They finish together. When he can focus his vision again, he looks down at her.
She’s smiling, but she puts on a stern tone. “Now I’m going to have to shower all over again. We’re going to be late to dinner.”
“It was worth it.”
Corinne laughs and pulls him down to kiss her mouth. “Always. With you, it’s always worth it.”
Chapter Seventeen
Corinne would be damned if she let Reese Ebersole see for even one second how much his presence in the office rattled her. She wasn’t used to answering to anyone higher up when it came to daily office dealings—Lynn and the others had rarely been present in the office except for the board meetings, and Corinne had been left to do her job as she saw fit. Reese had made it overtly clear that the only reason he was settled into the formerly vacant office next to hers was because he needed to keep a close and personal eye on how things were going with the changes he’d put into place. He was checking up on her, and it rankled. Well, she wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of knowing how much she despised his hourly pings to her instant message requesting random information. She would never let on that every time he called her into his office, she wanted to tell him to go fuck himself.