"Whoa!" I interrupt her. "We did not just get back together. We never even broke up."
"See. Right there. I’m not working for a delusional man." She rolls over on top of me, straddling my hips. Bending down, she begins kissing up my neck.
I tease her nipple through her tank top. "Get naked. We can talk while I’m inside you."
"I don’t want to talk anymore," she whispers, and I drop my hand.
"Sarah. We need to talk. I don’t want to just brush the last week under the rug."
"I know. I don’t either, but I have a feeling this isn’t going to be a quick conversation. I’m exhausted. Maybe we can set aside some time to talk each week as things come up. I know I have some questions for you now, but I swear, by tomorrow, I’ll have a ton more. I just want to make love then go to sleep—for like a week."
"Promise me. We set a specific day and time to figure this shit out."
"I promise," she assures me, sealing it with a kiss.
"Okay. But I just feel like going to sleep. I have a grueling day ahead of me tomorrow. I have to try to find someone to help me out in the office. That is unless you happen to know someone who’s looking for a job?"
"I’m not working for you." She pulls her shirt off and I fold my arms behind my head to get a better view.
"Then sorry, ángel. It’s a work night." I smirk.
"That’s too bad." She slides a hand down into her tiny sleep shorts, holding my gaze the entire time.
"You get yourself off, I’m gonna be really upset," I growl as I stiffen between us.
"Then stop trying to blackmail me into working for you." She pulls one of my arms out from under my head and places it on her breast. Just to prove my point, I let it fall back down to the bed. She groans. "Okay, you want to play it that way…fine."
When I see the sparkle of a challenge in her eyes, I know I’ve lost, but I have a feeling I’m never going to enjoy losing more.
She rises from the bed and drags down her shorts and panties before tugging my boxers down my legs. Immediately resuming her position on top of me, she begins kissing up my neck. She alternates between playing with herself and grinding her wet pussy against my painfully hard cock.
"Fuck," I cuss as she slides over me, never pushing it inside. "Just take the damn job, Sarah."
"No," she moans, rolling her nipple between her fingers. "You know, technically, Leo, if I keep this up, I’m going to be coming on your cock. So you can’t be upset. I’ll be a little disappointed that I won’t be able to feel you inside me though. You’re so long. I always come so much harder when you fuck me deep."
I bite my lip and fist the back of my hair to keep my hand from joining her. Sarah’s always been a beast in the bedroom, but she’s not usually a talker. It’s killing me because I want to hear that voice screaming my name.
"Take the job," I growl again.
"No," she whispers with a sexy grin.
It hits me that I’m handling this all wrong. I quickly sit up and push her to the bed beside me. Covering her breast with my mouth, I suck hard. As I settle between her legs, she lets out a giggle, thinking she’s won. I reach between us and grab my cock so it strokes across her clit as I roll my hips against her.
She throws her head back. "Shit, Leo. Please."
"Take the job," I repeat.
Her eyes pop open and just as quickly narrow. "I hate you," she murmurs.
"I love you, too. Now come work for me. I need the help. This isn’t charity. It’s just a job."
"No," she whines in frustration.
I continue to rub the head of my cock over her opening and she arches off the bed at the contact.
"Damn it. Fine. I’ll work for you temporarily while I look for a new job. Then I’ll help you find someone else before I leave. Okay?"
"Okay, ángel."
"Now, please just fuck me."
"My pleasure." I slam inside her and we both cry out. "Just so you know I pay shit, but the position does come with daily sexual harassment."
She lets out a soft laugh that quickly becomes a moan as I begin to move inside her.
"MONDAYS," SARAH announces just I begin to doze off behind her.
"Huh?" I mumble.
"Let’s talk on Mondays. That way we can enjoy the entire weekend before dealing with all the shit that I’m sure will come from our chats."
"Sarah, why the hell are we only talking once a week? Shouldn’t we be talking every day?"
"I don’t work like that, Leo. If you lay too much on me at once or expect me to put my stuff out, I’ll get lost in the words. It’s not that I can't deal with the stress. I’m just not the most optimistic person these days. You present me with a problem and I immediately jump to the impossible before even trying to rationalize it out."
"Your gears begin to spin in all the wrong directions."
"Yes!" she exclaims, rolling to face me.
"Johnson told me that as I was leaving to come over here."
At the mere mention of his name, her face goes pale. "Oh my God." Her chin begins to quiver. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I outed him. I thought—"