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Authors: Karessa Mann
Deceive (Book 1 in the Deceive series) (4 page)
“Fuck!” he hisses, plunging into me again. “You feel amazing!”
I brace myself against the window, knowing now what he means about fear and pleasure. The intensity that is building inside me is so much more than I have ever experienced before. I don’t want him to stop and yet I am terrified he is going to push me right through this glass. I tremble and curse, partly in terror, partly in ecstasy.
“Just feel,” he commands softly.
I arch my back and absorb the blows of his cock as he rams himself inside me. I move my hips, fucking him back, finding the control I know I have. I will not be weak. I will not let this fear win. I open my eyes and I’m caught by the beauty of our reflection, our bodies moving together in complete carnal passion.
“Harder,” I tell him and he willingly obliges.
“Touch me,” I say, guiding his hand to my sex where he massages my clit. I’m so close. He leans down on me and presses my chest into the window. The cool glass is now exhilarating. He pushes my hair to the side and his mouth draws a line from my neck to my shoulder. His teeth nip at my skin, as his tongue licks up the side of my neck to my ear. I’ve lost all fear. It has warped into the most intense pleasure I have ever experienced.
I’m about to climax when he pulls out of me.
“No,” I groan.
“Not yet,” he says. “I need more of you.”
He kisses my back as I pant in search of air. His lips graze between my shoulders, up my neck, to my ear and back down again. My head falls to the window, where steam from my hot breaths cloud into a large circle on the glass.
He turns me to face him and I stand upright, placing my palms on his chest. He positions his hands on the window on either side of my head and leans forward. His rock hard cock pushes just above my sex and I reach on my tip toes, hoping to slide him back into me.
He smiles at my determination. His lips find mine and this time when he kisses me, it is slow and rhythmic like our mouths are dancing with one another. There is no urgency in the way his lips move with mine and I moan in frustration, wanting him back inside me.
He chuckles lightly, tickling my lips. “Are you in a hurry to be somewhere else?”
I frown. “I was in a hurry to come, until you took that away.”
He runs his mouth down the side of my neck and I sigh, tilting my head to give him better access.
“Oh, you’ll get it back,” he says.
His hands slide from the window and down the length of my body, stopping at my thighs. Bending down, he lifts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wind my arms around his neck as he slowly glides his cock back inside me. My arms tighten and I drop my head to cradle his neck as he rocks in and out of me, making love to me like he’s known me for years instead of only hours.
He presses my back against the window for stability, but not to quicken his pace. He moves in and out, his hips working in tantalizing circles as he brushes against the core of my arousal. I can’t speak. I can barely breathe. I focus on our connection and when I climax, it’s with a full body shudder. He has to push me into the glass harder as he comes inside me.
We stay like this, wrapped around each other for what feels like an eternity, both trying to come down from our high. I move first. I kiss the bottom of his throat up to his jaw. He pulls back just enough to find my mouth and I love the sensation of his soft, full lips on mine. I smile and he carefully helps me down from his waist. Turning to look back at the window, I’m amazed that I am standing so close to it, not to mention I was just fucked against it.
He wraps his arms around me as we look out into the view of the night. I can see boat lights in the distance and the reflection of the city lights on the buildings around us. I tilt my eyes down for the first time and see the red and white glow of headlights and taillights on the streets below. My heartbeat quickens, but not to the same extreme it did minutes ago.
“See,” he says. “Not so bad.”
I smile. “No, not so bad.” I turn my head towards him. “Thank you.”
He kisses my forehead and then lets me go. “Drink?” he asks as he walks back toward the bar. He slips on his boxer briefs before disappearing behind the mahogany counter.
I know that now is the moment I must go. If I stay then this night will take on an awkward vibe and we’ll be trying to hold on to what we both know is only a one night stand. If I leave now, I leave with the memory of an incredible man who gave me the most amazing experience.
I reach for my jeans on the floor and slip them on. “It’s almost one in the morning,” I say zipping up my pants. I refasten my bra and quickly pull on my sweater.
He pours himself a glass of bourbon and says, “Somewhere you need to be?”
I cock my head and smirk at him. “Yes. Bed. Early meetings in the morning. You?”
He takes a sip and shrugs. “I don’t sleep much.”
“Why not?”
He walks towards me and hands over my panties. “I don’t know. I guess in a way I resist letting go of the day.”
I wish I could empathize, but truthfully, I usually fall fast asleep anticipating a new day.
I take my panties and shove them into my pocket. I place my hand on his cheek and reach up to kiss the side of his mouth, afraid that if I touch his lips I will have an even harder time leaving him than I’m having right now.
“Thank you for an incredible evening, Damon.”
“My pleasure, Scarlett.”
I brush past him and walk to the foyer, finding my shoes before I press the elevator button. When the door opens I take a step inside and turn to face him one last time, surprised to see him standing right where I left him. Just as the doors begin to close I give him a wistful grin. I think he returns it.
Back on the second floor, I find my key and arrive to my room. I drop my clothes on the ground and slip under the covers naked, wanting a reminder of what it was like to be pressed up against him. I fall into a deep sleep with the smell of Damon still lingering on my body.
When the alarm goes off, I swear I’d been hit by a bull dozer sometime in the night. I rub the sleep from my eyes and find my way to the shower where I regretfully let the hot water wash away the last remaining reminder of Damon’s. I dress in a navy pencil skirt and matching suit jacket with my white button down shirt tucked in nicely. I pin my long locks into a respectful chignon and apply just enough makeup to make me appear a couple years older, but still professional. I don’t bother packing my suitcase, I’ll be back before checkout. I step into my navy heels and give myself one last look before heading to the elevator.
Fortunately, there is a different receptionist in the lobby than the one I saw last night. This woman is older, appears friendlier, and obviously takes her job seriously. As I approach the counter I smile, reaching out my hand to shake hers and introduce myself.
“I’m here for an interview with Mr. and Ms. Knight regarding the General Manager position.”
The woman nods politely and lifts the phone to her ear. “Mr. Knight, Anna Caldwell is here to see you.”
When she hangs up, she motions me to step past the counter. “They’re ready for you. You can head on in.”
I thank her and walk behind the desk to a door that leads to what I hope is my future employer’s office.
When I step inside, I am greeted with a smile that quickly fades to a look of confusion, then a deep frown of recognition.
Holy. Shit.
This is not happening. This
can’t
be happening.
I am standing face to face with the man who fucked me not eight hours ago.
W
riting
romance means I get to fall in love over and over again, for the first time. I crave the butterfly in my stomach, heart fluttering, emotional roller coaster feeling I get when I am wrapped up in a good steamy romance novel. I love when readers connect with the characters that live in my head that fight their way to the pages.
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