His eyes are full of amazement as he pushes up and back to rest on his knees, hooking arms behind my legs to lift my hips, his cock never slipping out. He slips his thumb over my clit again, applying pressure and rubbing circles around it. “You’re going to come with me.” It sounds like a demand. One that I think I can meet, my entire body blushed and humming with uninhibited desire, that same sensation I’ve felt twice with him already hovering in the recesses.
His powerful body thrusts into me and I cry out, his cock so deep inside that it’s borderline painful, and yet the idea of him being that deep turns me on, makes me want him to do it again.
And he does, hard and fast, slamming into me relentlessly, lifting my body off the bed, pulling a gasp each time.
It’s when my body welcomes the almost violent intrusion, giving itself completely over to Henry, that the warmth begins to spread through my middle, the tingle creeps along my spine, the urge to spread my legs and open myself up as much as humanly possible as my muscles tighten hits me.
I cry out as my orgasm rips through my spent body.
A guttural sound tears from Henry’s mouth, his face contorting, the last few slams against me coming so fast I can’t catch my breath, and then I feel him swelling inside me, his cock pumping out streams of cum.
And I can’t help but fantasize that he was shooting into me, instead of the condom, the primitive core of me craving his seed.
Henry slides out of me. I’m too spent to miss him in me yet, but I’m sure I will. My body sinks into the fluffy, soft bedding, now damp from our sweat and bodily fluids, and I listen to Henry’s shallow pants. He still looks as glorious as ever, resting on his haunches with his eyes closed, his lips parted, and his head tilted back, that lickable Adam’s apple jutting out.
“So, that’s what sex is like,” I mumble, earning his laugh.
He rubs his hand along my leg casually. “That’s just the beginning, Abbi.”
I meet his eyes and see the promise in them as they rake over my naked, boneless body. He’s still erect. I’m beginning to wonder if this guy ever isn’t. “You look like an angel that accidently fell into my bed,” he murmurs. “If I could keep you here and fuck you all day, I would.”
As sore and used and exhausted as my body is, I feel his words between my legs like a teasing caress.
With a sigh, he climbs off the bed, pulling the condom off and depositing it into a tissue. He glances at the clock. “I have a breakfast meeting in fifteen minutes, don’t I?”
“At eight. Yes.”
He heads for the shower. If I could find it in me to move, I’d like to get in there with him. But he’s on a timeline and I’ve noticed he doesn’t like being late.
It’s a quick shower, and then he’s out, toweling off and redressing quickly.
“I need you to call Rich Rowley and ask him to contact Shanghai today for a status update, and then send me a full recap.”
Just like yesterday, the moment it’s over, the seductive, attentive Henry is gone, replaced by business.
“Okay.” I pull myself up, swinging my legs over the end. I’m not entirely sure I’m capable of standing.
He slips his arms through his dress shirt sleeves. “About your text to me last night. Are you still confused?”
“Honestly? I don’t know what I am right now.”
“Besides no longer a little virgin farm girl?”
My cheeks burn with embarrassment, making him chuckle as he buttons his shirt with expertly fast hands. He holds out his silver tie.
I stand and take it. “Seriously? You tied your own tie this morning! Unless you had someone else do it,” I joke, slipping it around his thick neck. But my face falls as that thought settles. Maybe he did.
“I know how to tie a tie.” He smiles, easing my paranoia. “But I like having you do it. Is it such an unpleasant job?”
“No. I enjoy it actually,” I admit. I feel his gaze on my face as I loop the ends and pull them through, adjusting the knot with my fingers. “There.”
“You know, you’re very good at it.”
“It’s not hard.” I slide the silky material through my fingers. “Especially when they’re such high quality.”
The pad of his thumb slides over my bottom lip. “I wasn’t talking about the tie.”
“Oh,” I sigh, and then my cheeks begin to burn. I’ve just had sex with this man and I’m still blushing over sexual suggestions. Will that ever go away?
“Remember,” he leans down to tease my lips with his own, “I’m Mr. Wolf outside these walls. Just another rich tyrant. You have no idea how good my cock feels driving into you. Right?”
“Right,” I whisper, shakily. “But you’re not a tyrant.”
“If anyone calls me a tyrant or an asshole, don’t defend me. In fact, if you want to agree with them, I’m okay with that.”
The staff gossip from last night rings in my ear. “Because what we’re doing is wrong?”
“Is it against Wolf corporate rules? Yes. Is it wrong?” He sighs. “Every time I think about you, every time I’m near you, I don’t give a shit about what anyone else thinks.”
His frank words make my chest swell. “You think about me?”
He chuckles. “Yes, too much, which is why this happened in the first place. I have a hotel to get off the ground so I had to either fire you or fuck you.” His hand slips behind my neck, rubbing it affectionately. “I didn’t want to fire you.”
“So, what now? What are we doing here, exactly?”
He grazes my cheek with his knuckles. “You’re getting over an idiot ex and fucking your boss for the next four months. I’m running a hotel and fucking my assistant for the next four months. That’s all.”
That’s all. There’s no mention of a relationship or exclusivity and now is not the time to bring it up. Perhaps before I spread my legs would have been a good time, but I already know that had he come out and said that he can’t give me either, I likely still would have allowed this to happen.
Because I feel happy and wanted and desirable for the first time in a long time. And that pain in my chest over Jed’s rejection?
It’s been buried under a heap of lust for Henry. The idea of spending the next four months working and sleeping with this man is enough for me right now, as shocking as that is for me to admit to myself.
“Will you get into trouble?”
His smile slips off. “Once the Wolf chain is officially handed over to me, no one is going to tell me that I can’t fuck you.”
“When is that supposed to happen?”
“June 30 is the official date. Just around the corner. Until then, no one can know.” He reaches up to cup my left breast, full and overflowing in his grasp, a “goddamn” slipping out under his breath.
He glances at his watch and then silences any possible next words with a peck on my cheek. Grabbing his suit jacket from a nearby chair, he heads for the door. “I’ll text you later.” His feet slow. “Don’t take anything I say or do while we’re outside these walls personally. Okay? I don’t mean any of it.”
I nod.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“We’ll have the photo ops done here. It should be good lighting at that time of day, with the view.” Belinda waves her manicured fingers toward the right side of the ballroom’s wall of windows. “That should happen between four and five, before people get too far into the open bar.”
The room is half set up with cocktail tables and clusters of lounge chairs, and a small stage for an orchestra on the left of the photography stage. It sounds like a ferry’s worth of flowers is being brought in to fill every empty space of this grand room within two days’ time.
“Abbi, you’re getting all of this, right?” Henry snaps. He doesn’t even glance in my direction.
“Yes, Mr. Wolf,” I mumble, my head bowed and my focus on my iPad, reminding myself of his words this morning before he left. This is what he meant about not taking anything personally. His tone with me has been sharp and his words clipped, since I met him for the staff meeting earlier. They’ve carried through to the grand opening planning checkpoints that have followed.