"Aeron," she mumbles into my mouth as I climb on top of her. "Aeron, please..."
This time, my kiss is slower, my tongue playing softly with hers. "Please fuck you? You read my mind."
"No, I, I..." As I settle between her legs, she tries to scramble out from under me, which only results in me holding her still. "You're not exactly a small guy. I'm still waiting for the painkillers to kick in."
I chuckle. "Mmm. Are you telling me no?"
"We both know how that ends. I'm just asking you nicely."
I laugh again. "You're cute." Another kiss, my teeth around her bottom lip while I shift around, trying to fit the head of my cock to her open *. "I'm going to fuck you."
Every time I find her heat, she jerks away—a game I have no patience for. It's been so long since I've been with someone so willing; I'm not about to start taking no for an answer just because her previous lovers were evidently limp-dicked mathletes.
"You keep being such a cock tease and I'm going to cut you again," I snap.
That does it. She flinches, softening beneath me like a popped balloon.
I shove inside her, my teeth falling to her throat so I can nip and bite in time with every thrust. As I bottom out, she makes a weak, strangled sob of a sound.
I press a sucking kiss to her collar bone. "Good girl."
"Slower. Please."
"No."
"Ah...please."
I come up on my hands to watch her features contort with agony and arousal. To see the sweat emerge on her honey-swept brow, one tiny droplet at a time. "You're so beautiful like this," I whisper, because she's golden and writhing and tight on me, wet despite her protests and rocking her hips with mine because she can't ignore the hot sting of pleasure my cock leaves in its wake. Black smoky eyes, flushed cheeks, bruised tits and a mouth kissed to crimson; my charred angel.
Somewhere further down the bed, a tinny ringtone bleats from the old Nokia. Leo's face changes—it's almost as if Rachel's ears are ringing—but I push into her harder, harder, squeezing my eyes shut to hold off. I want to come with her, to splash into her taut pink insides while they contract around my cock.
The phone keeps ringing.
The past keeps calling.
A single tear falls down Leo's cheek, salty on my waiting tongue.
***
Despite the fact that she seems perpetually pissed with me, there's only one way I can truly annoy Tuija: undermine her.
I don't mean to do it this morning, per se. It's just necessary. And when I pull up outside the Lore Corp building evidently still in yesterday's suit and with a freshly-fucked smile plastered across my face, I undermine Tuija; not because she thinks she's really my girlfriend, but because of what that represents. As Leo steps out of the car after me, looking a little embarrassed and, if you peer closely, a little more tired, I undermine my firecracker even more. She's practically spitting sparks.
Not to worry. I can deal.
Tuija waits at the reception desk with her iPad, her outfit slightly less hideous than usual. Perhaps my comments on the tartan actually sunk in.
"Morning," she says hesitantly, trying to catch my eye so she can throw me a what the fuck? expression. "Both of you."
I thread my fingers through Leo's. "Morning."
Leo says nothing, just offers Tuija a weak smile—which only seems to provoke her more.
"Good night?" Tuija asks.
I cock my head. "It was a long one."
"Lucky you."
"Lucky me," Leo murmurs to the floor.
I give her hand a squeeze.
In the elevator, Tuija runs through my itinerary at breakneck speed. Then she turns her attention to Leo, struggling to keep her tone casual. "I heard you made quite an impression at the shareholders' meeting yesterday."
Leo shrugs. "I did my best."
"You were brilliant, sweetheart." I shoot Tuija a warning look—she's drumming on the back of her iPad, evidently desperate to corner Leo and blast her with a classic Big Reveal: He hasn't told you what he plans to do with your shitty little cameras, has he? And he won't. Because you'd crucify him!
This needs nipping in the bud right now. The tension in this fucking elevator is heavier than rock. When the time is right—you know, around the launch of the website—I'll tell Leo about my ideas, and she'll acquiesce because she'll have spent all her fight trying to figure me out in the first place.
"Leo?" I tug at her arm. "Come through to the office with us?"
"I...okay?"
Tuija flashes her teeth at me. So this is going well, huh?