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Why is itthisgood?
It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, but it couldn’t have changed this much? It’s not like sex gets some annual update:Version 69.1, now with the ability to make her self-combust in raw lust with only one touch.
“Oh my—” I bite down on my tongue to keep something embarrassing from slipping out. I shift my hips against the desk, which is a mistake. Every thrust has me writhing, applying pressure right where I need it.
His fingers bite into my skin so hard I’m sure I’ll have bruises later, but I don’t care. “Am I hurting you?”
His voice is ragged, torn between pleasure and pain. Is there any possible way this is half as good for him as it is for me?
I shake my head. “No. No, I’m— This is really— I’m fine.”
I’m glorious. Transcendent, actually. The highlight reel of my year would be this moment on repeat again and again.
Which is too embarrassing for words. Paid sex shouldn’t be a highlight. But then Arsen presses into me harder, faster, and I decide,Fuck shame.
This is unbelievable.
I press onto my elbows, arching my back to take more of him. Arsen groans. All at once, he wraps a hand around my neck and pulls me back against his chest. He palms my breasts as he fills me again and again.
“Oh my God,” I moan, dropping my head back against his shoulder because I think my bones have liquified. The only reason I’m still standing is because of his hold on me.
“Tell me you’re close.” The words are hot against my neck. I think I feel his lips whisper a kiss over my pulse point, but I’m so far gone I can’t be sure.
I flutter around him, the beginnings of yet another orgasm building inside of me, and he growls. “Fuck, I can feel you, Laila.”
Those words. That deep, sexy voice.
It’s all it takes to send me over the edge.
“Arsen…!” I gasp, wanting him to know—for business purposes—that I’m coming. But I can’t get the rest of the words out.
My back bows with the force of my release. I press my head against his broad shoulder, and his hand forms a warm collar around my neck, pinning me in place as he slams into me again and again.
“Goddammit,” he grits out. “It’s almost over.”
Efficiency is usually a pro in business, but Arsen sounds… disappointed? Is that even possible?
Before I can dwell on it, his hand tightens on my throat and I feel him spasm. He pumps hard, spilling every bit of himself into the deepest parts of me.
It all felt so good that, for a second, I forgot what we were doing here. I forgot this was all so we could make a baby.
That’s why he wanted to make sure I enjoyed myself. Because it would increase our odds.
It’s why he ate me out and ruined me for any other man… because, contractually, he was obligated.
Arsen releases my neck, and I catch myself on the surface of his desk as he slides out of me.
Because we’re done.
This is over.
Business.
I quickly pull my skirt down, ignoring the warmth leaking down my thighs, and find my shirt. The moment I’ve got my blouse back on again, I turn to him. “Um… thanks. For that. And the, uh… opportunity.” I bite my bottom lip, too mortified to meet his eyes. “I’ll go, then?”
Go crawl in a hole and question my life choices, perhaps.
Or maybe go write down every detail of this so I can revisit it nightly for the rest of my life.
