Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [109]
She sat up a bit. “Really?” Running an office she could do. And to be there working alongside her best friend and her…well, she started to think lover, but she wasn’t sure where they stood yet. “I…I would love the chance to do that, Damon, but…do you think it’s a good idea for you and I to work together?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. We managed to mix work and play pretty well before, didn’t we?”
“Is there going to be…um, play?”
He went deadly serious then, reaching out to cup her cheek. And to be touched by him, after all this time—oh God, the sensation raced all through her. “Brenna, we both made a big mistake here. Yours was lying to me. But mine was not giving you a chance to explain. I…hadn’t ever really opened my heart to a woman before, not since I was a teenager, so thinking you’d used me to get a job hurt pretty damn bad. I didn’t deal with it very well—I just shut down. But I want to start over. Or, more accurately, I want to pick up where we left off.
“Like I told you that night in the desert, I can’t make you promises. But I know I want you. I know I’ve been damn lonely without you. I know that for the first time in my life, I need more to satisfy me than music and work and random sex.” Then he grinned. “I need sex with you. And I need you next to me, in bed, and at work, too. I need you in my life, Brenna.”
There were a great many things Brenna could have said, but the simplest way to reply was to slip her arms around his neck and kiss him.
God—it was so good to have his mouth back on hers, his sweet, hot tongue kiss drizzling through her like warm icing.
“Ah, damn, babe,” he breathed afterward, peering into her eyes. “I’ve missed kissing you. Fucking you. I’ve missed feeling your sweet little cunt around my cock.”
“Oh—me, too. So, so much. Fuck me now, Damon. Please.”
When she’d first met Damon, she wouldn’t have dreamed of having sex out here by the pool—even at night, because workers or anyone else could wander in to the area, just as she and Kelly had—but now, after all she’d experienced with Damon right here amid the neon lights, she didn’t even hesitate to reach for his belt buckle.
“Oh. Oh Jesus,” he moaned when she unzipped his jeans and slid her palm down over his temptingly hard erection. She massaged and stroked him, fueled by the feel of him in her hand, utterly amazed he was back in her life.
Damon reached to unzip her jeans, too, and soon eased them down, along with her panties. And when his fingers sank into her pussy, she practically howled her pleasure.
She next pushed his shirt off over his head, then removed his jeans, wanting him completely and beautifully naked, and she shed her top and bra, as well. “Fill me,” she told him.
And he complied, parting her legs, positioning the head of his large cock at her oh-so-ready pussy, then plunging inside. Like always, they both moaned at the entry, then began to move together in a familiar rhythm that nearly took her breath.
“You feel so good in me, baby,” she purred up to him between hot kisses. “So, so good.”
“Get used to it,” he told her, “since I plan to be here often.”
Soon, he pulled out and instructed her to get on her hands and knees, entering her from behind. As usual, she felt him more that way, and each firm stroke made her cry out her pleasure. She didn’t care if anyone heard, or even if anyone saw—she just wanted to be with her man, right here, right now, in one of the places where he’d first begun helping her shed her inhibitions to become the woman she was meant to be.
“Fuck me,” she demanded through clenched teeth. “Harder. Harder.”
Thick pleasure poured over her with each drive of his stiff shaft, and she held nothing back, arching her ass to meet his thrusts, sobbing her joy as each one echoed through her.
A few minutes later, they lay resting on their sides, Damon’s dick still inside her from behind, and she rolled to her back, lifting one leg over his hip so that his cock remained snug in her pussy, but she could look into his