My release goes on and on as I fill the condom with Rosie still squeezing more cum out of me. Her little aftershocks are fluttering up and down my dick—keeping me hard-as-fuck, even after my orgasm.
Collapsing forward, I wrap her tight in my arms and bring her against my chest as I roll on to my back, still connected to her in the most intimate way a man and woman can be connected. Never wanting to give this up.
~*~*~*~
Dressing after our shower, I find I’m too distracted with the image in my head of Rosie on her knees in the shower while she sucked me off. It had been like nothing I’d previously experienced. Her innocence and enthusiasm had me spilling my seed within minutes of having her hot, little mouth wrapped around me.
Shoving my feet back into my boots, I stand and leave my shirt untucked to hide the fact that I want the woman across the bed from me who doesn’t seem to know what to do about her lack of panties. She’s not having back the ones I ripped from her. They’re mine.
Walking to my dresser, I grab a black pair of my boxers and root around for a pin or something to hold them up on her slim hips. The thought of her walking around Kenza in my underwear is fuckin’ hot.
“Here, you can wear these.” I hand them to her and throb so badly when she hitches her skirt up and slides the boxers up her legs. “Let me.”
My hands shake as I pull the band around the top together and fasten them with the pin. Pulling her skirt back down over her legs, I crouch down and can’t resist sliding my hands up and down her mouth-watering legs.
“Ruben… Mmm… Simon’s waiting for you.”
“He can wait,” I breathe against her leg. God, I’m so close to rutting against her like a dog in heat.
“Nope, c’mon.” She steps back, and taking my hand, pulls me back to my full height.
I kiss her quickly on the lips before sliding my fingers between hers and holding her hand tight in mine. “Stay with me when Kenza closes.”
Being with her terrifies me because I sense nothing is going to be the same again, but at the same time, I want something more with her. I don’t want her being another notch on my bedpost. I want her for a lot longer.
“Ruben,” she says softly under her breath, “I want to be with you, but I’m frightened I’m not going to satisfy you. I’m not in to, um, toys.” She bites her lip.
“I like playing with toys, but if it means I get to spend my nights with you then I can do without. Hasn’t our time in my apartment shown you just how much you satisfy me? Christ, you nearly had me coming on the landing and I wasn’t even inside you.” I give her an embarrassed chuckle. Because hell, nearly coming like a randy teenager is damn embarrassing at thirty-five.
“Then I’ll stay.” She offers me a slight smile.
Opening my apartment door, I let her hand go and catch the frown that crosses her features. How do I tell her to keep this between us without sounding like a jerk?
Needing to just get it off my chest, I say, “Rosie, we need to keep this between us. I don’t want the rest of the staff knowing you’re sleeping with the boss.”
She gasps, and I realize I could have worded my statement differently so it didn’t sound so…so sleazy.
Rosie backs toward the stairs, I reach out to her, but she ignores my hand.
“You know what. I don’t think sleeping with the boss is such a good idea. Especially when he’s too embarrassed to let the rest of the staff know he’s fucking the hired help. Perhaps you don’t want them getting excited, wondering who’s next.” And with that she flees down the stairs.
“Rosie,” I shout. “Rosie, Fuck. Stop. I didn’t mean…” I trail off as the door at the bottom of the stairs slams shut behind her retreating back. “I’ve never fucked a member of the staff,” I whisper, “but I’ve just made love to one…”
Chapter 10 ~ Rosie
A week later ‘sleeping with the boss’ still rings in my ears. During my late afternoon tryst with Ruben, my heart fell more in love with him, and he made me feel like I was on top of the world, more so after he asked me to spend the night with him. But then he went and opened his mouth, which brought our afternoon into focus and burst the bubble I was in.
Sighing, I move toward Hunter when I see Ruben enter the main floor. His eyes always follow me, and I’ve sensed his urge to talk to me since I left him at the top of the stairs last week, but he’s stayed away from me. I wanted him so badly to come after me that night, but he didn’t. He let me go, and that hurt—badly.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Hunter brings me out of my distressing thoughts. “Who has that look on that pretty face? Do I need to knock some sense into him?”
I don’t think as I step into him, wrapping my arms around his waist, I hold on to him. Just needing someone to hold me. I need the comfort from anyone; just a warm body to hold me and make me feel like everything is okay.
He stills before I feel his arms wrap around me. “Hey, babe. You have me worried.”
I shake my head and look at him, saying, “I’m okay. I’ve missed you.”