Page 74 of Without Apology

He smirked, lying in the middle of my king-sized mattress. “Yes, ma’am.”

I crawled up the length of him, caressing my hands over his rock-hard calves, up to his muscled thighs, then licking up the length of his impressive erection. Then, because I felt as though they hadn’t gotten the attention they deserved, I lavished my attention on his balls.

“Christ.”

Mm. He clearly was a fan. Next, I kissed up his abs, marveling at how defined they were. Then up his chest, sucking on one nipple after another. His entire body was tense. Wired and waiting for my next touch.

In one of his hands was the foil packet. I grabbed it, tore the wrapper with my teeth, and suited him up slowly, relishing the way he grew as I did. Then I hovered over him, guiding him into my heat, one inch at a time. Taking him deep and then holding there, pleasuring in the absolute fullness of him. I leaned forward to take his lips while his hands settled on my ass.

“You feel amazing,” I whispered, nipping his ear before moving back so I could start to undulate on top of him. After rising up, I slid down on his length, enjoying the play of emotions over his face. One of his hands settled on my hip while the other reached up to caress my breasts.

“Lean back and play with yourself,” he breathed.

I was happy to comply, loving the way I was on display for him. I felt sexy riding him, taking him to the brink while touching myself, an act that brought me to the same edge. His eyes locked on the place we were connected, where I was circling my clit. I moved faster, chasing my orgasm now. As if sensing I was close, he put both hands on my hips and then moved me with frantic motions. His actions grew harder until I cried out, a wave of pleasure rolling through me. My pussy gripped him tight and demanded he come with me. He didn’t disappoint, thrusting his hips up and climaxing deep inside of me.

I collapsed on his chest, still breathing heavily and enjoying the sensation of his hands running over my back. This man was putting me in serious danger of becoming addicted to him.

“It’s always so bloody good,” he murmured.

“It is.” I’d wondered if perhaps it would start to wane. But instead we remained at the hardly-waiting-to-tear-one-another’s-clothes-off stage.

He rolled me to the side, pulling out, and then giving me a fantastic view of his ass as he jumped out of bed to get rid of the condom. Next thing I knew, he was standing by the bed, putting on his boxers with another frown.

“What is it?”

“Am I shorting you on the date thing? Would you rather go out for a fancy dinner and do something? I don’t want you thinking this—” He motioned towards the bed. “Is only about sex.”

I wasn’t sure where his words were coming from but found reassurance in his statement that his feelings were more than physical. “Honestly, I like Chinese food in bed with a movie on TV. And this is more to me, too.”

He bent down, kissing my lips.

After gorging ourselves on Chinese food, we found The Matrix on my bedroom television and snuggled in my bed to watch. It was the first time we simply lay there without agenda. I peered up at him from where I had my head on his chest to see how he was doing with it. I didn’t see Simon the type to simply lie around doing nothing. Yet he seemed content and was watching the movie.

“What?” he asked, noticing my glance and squeezing me closer.

We’d both donned our underwear because eating egg rolls while naked felt weird, in his words. I found the remote and paused the movie. “I’m curious to see if you’re experiencing work withdrawal.”

I’d thought he’d laugh, but instead he sighed. “Even I need a break once in a while.”

I scooted up, allowing us to be face to face. Apparently, my teasing had fallen way short. “I’m sorry for assuming otherwise.”

His expression looked pained, reminding me that I could say the words freely while he couldn’t. He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Don’t be.”

“So, if this was a regular Saturday night, and you were in New York City on a break from taking over the world, what would you be doing?”

“Working out in the gym in my building. Perhaps attending a social engagement which had networking possibilities.”

“With a date?”

“Maybe.” He looked mildly uncomfortable at the question.

I tried not to feel jealous. “And you’d take her back to your place after?”

“No.”

He squirmed in discomfort before finally admitting, “It’s easier to leave if you’re not in your own place.”

“So no long-term relationships for you?”