“I ruined it for us, didn’t I? I complicated what could have been simple.” She went to move away from him, but he pulled her flush against him, a move that made his level of excitement deliciously obvious.
His hand came up to hold her chin, raising it so her eyes met his. “No, you made me want to do it right this time. I don’t want to rush you. If anyone is ruining this, it’s me, because all I can think about is how much I want to fuck you. Right here. Right now. On a conference table with the sound of waves crashing in the background. I want to hear you come while the two of us free-fall through clouds. That’s what I want. What I don’t know is if I can be here, kiss you, and stop without taking us both there.”
This was the Spencer she knew—the one she’d never stopped loving. No hiding. No games. Honest. Real. “I want to go there with you,” she said.
He groaned. “Are you sure?”
A smart woman knew a simple action could get a message across faster than any words could. She ran one hand down his flat stomach and caressed the hard bulge in his trousers. “Don’t make me beg,” she said in a low tone she hoped was sexy. “Unless you’re into that now.”
With a growl, he gathered her closer and kissed her. There was no hesitation in his claiming. His tongue slid between her lips and sought hers, hot and demanding. He lifted his head briefly and pulled the hem of her dress over her hips in one strong move. “I’ll show you what I’m into.” His next kiss was more playful, nipping at her lips before his tongue dipped inside her mouth again.
She’d wrapped her arms around his neck but lowered them just to allow him to slide the straps of her dress off. He efficiently unclasped her black lace bra and dropped it to the floor. “Add conference table. No chairs,” he said.
All while kissing her, he lifted her and seated her on the edge of a smooth surface that had the appearance of a long table. He hooked a finger beneath each side of her panties. She shifted her weight so he could slide them off.
“I want you so much it hurts,” he growled as he kissed his way down her neck. Her dress bunched around her waist, and her feet, still in the heels she’d worn, dangled several inches off the floor.
Frantic to feel him, Hailey slid his jacket off, pulled his shirt from his trousers, and began to feverishly unbutton it. He moved his attentive mouth to one of her breasts, and her hands went to the table behind her to brace herself as she arched, heat searing through her.
As young lovers, they had been novices in the art of lovemaking; Spencer had obviously learned some new tricks. He teased her nipples, one then the other, with his tongue and teeth. He warmed them with his hot breath before starting again. Each pause made Hailey anticipate the next touch more.
His hands adored her, caressing her long legs, her arms, every inch of her.
She was already writhing, already wet and ready for him when he parted her labia with his fingers. He kissed his way back to her mouth as his fingers worked their magic on her clit. She wanted to hold him, caress him, bring him the kind of pleasure he was bringing her, but she was positioned for him to helplessly devour.
He thrust a finger inside her, then another, while his tongue claimed hers. He pumped slowly with his thumb, leisurely circling her clit each time. Heat built up within her, and she spread her legs wider for him, moaning her pleasure into his mouth.
He withdrew his fingers, and she watched him undoing his belt and trousers. She shivered with need at the sound of a condom wrapper ripping open. In a heartbeat he was kissing her again, cupping her ass with his hands and lifting her slightly off the table.
His first thrust was deep and sure. Hailey threw back her head and exclaimed, “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
He withdrew, then drove into her again with the same power. She came as soon as his pace increased, clenching around his big cock and crying out his name. He didn’t break stride, continuing to pound into her. His strong hands gripped her ass, holding her in place even as she returned from heaven.
He stepped back, bringing her forward off the table and wrapping her legs around his waist. Hailey gripped his shoulders for support as he kissed her deeply while moving his cock slowly in and out of her. The way he filled her was divine, and she buried her hands in his hair as they kissed with the passion of lovers reunited.
He lowered her feet to the floor and withdrew. Lost to mindless need, she moved against him, begging him wordlessly not to end it too soon.
“Turn around,” he said as he spun her.
She turned eagerly, relieved it wasn’t over, and placed her hands on the edge of the table. Her high heels lifted her ass for him. One of his hands went to her hip. His other caressed the exposed length of her back, over the curve of her ass, down one of her legs, before taking hold of her other hip.
She closed her eyes with molten hunger as he teased her with just the tip. She moved back against him, needing more. When he plunged into her, she cried, “Oh yes. Oh yes.”
His hand snaked up her back and fisted around her hair, pulling her head slightly back. “Open your eyes,” he commanded.
She did, willing to do whatever he asked as long as he didn’t stop. He was rough without hurting. Forceful without forcing. Nothing he demanded was more than she wanted to give.
“Retract table. Run free fall,” he said, and the beach beneath Hailey’s feet morphed to an aerial view of Earth. A strong wind rushed upward as the clouds flew by. It was enough to convince Hailey’s body that it was falling, and adrenaline rushed through her as Spencer continued to take her from behind. Deeper and deeper he plunged as she gave herself over to the experience. Hot desire mixed with a whisper of fear, taking Hailey to a whole new level of euphoria.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he said as he increased his speed.
She was beyond words. Overwhelmed by him and the simulator, she came with an uninhibited, animalistic cry of release. He thrust into her with an answering growl, climaxing together as the program reset to the peaceful beach.
She sagged forward, bracing herself with her hands on her knees. He withdrew and turned her, pulling her to his bare chest. She snuggled against him even as she playfully reprimanded him. “You’re lucky I’m not afraid of heights.”
He kissed her tenderly before answering, “I knew you wouldn’t be, but I’ll admit I wasn’t thinking clearly.” He removed his condom and tied it off, then staggered, readjusting his pants. “Next time I’ll at least get us out of our clothes.”
Hailey glanced at the dress that was still around her waist and his still-unzipped trousers. “Nah,” she said playfully. It wasn’t the first time they’d had half-dressed sex, and she hoped it wouldn’t be the last.
He cupped one of her breasts, gently circling her nipple with his thumb. “This wasn’t as good as it was back then—it was better.”
She half closed her eyes in pleasure. “Wait till I show you what I’ve learned.”