51. Lorelei

51

LORELEI

L ie to him.

Lie through your fucking teeth.

Do not let him know just how good last night was.

Don't tell him how you woke up wishing he'd already taken the liberty to embark on the next round instead of cuddling you, waiting for you to rouse.

Swallowing down the truth, I hold his eyes firm and say, "It was okay."

Bald-faced fucking lie right to his face.

Shame burns me from the inside out.

The truth is, it was the best night and the hottest sex of my life. But what good can come of me admitting that?

This thing—if there is even a thing—between us is fake at best.

There is no future where Kian and I could become anything more than boss and assistant.

He might think last night was fun, but it was a one-off. A vacation fling, if you will.

He moves closer still, and his erection brushes my stomach.

Every single muscle in my body clenches.

The memory of just how good he felt inside me last night slams into me full force.

His dick is like none other I've ridden. And not just because of the size. I swear the thing was made for me. The way it hit all of my magical points without even having to try was something else.

Kian was right; even the best dildo in the world can't do that.

Damn it.

How do I move on from a dick like that? I already know that no one else will ever be able to compete.

Every man in my past—Matt, and sadly Ryder included—pales in comparison.

Fuck. I'm royally fucked.

He chuckles, although there is little amusement in it. His eyes are dark, full of desire and determination, and his body is set for a fight.

"You really need to stop lying to me, babe," he warns, looming even closer.

My mouth runs dry, and the second my tongue sneaks out to wet my lips, his eyes drop.

"I-I'm not lying," I argue, sounding anything but convinced by my own words.

"Right, then I think I'd better prove just how wrong you are."

One second he's staring down at me, and the next I'm being hiked up the wall, my legs around his waist, as his lips claim mine.

I hold firm, refusing to kiss him back or join in.

But my resolve to do the right thing is only so strong.

He shifts me, ensuring his length brushes against my sensitive clit, and I gasp in shock, giving him the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.

The second his tongue brushes mine, all my fight seeps from my body, and I throw my arms around his shoulders and dive headfirst into this thing.

He kisses me until I'm breathless and grinding against him in search of the ecstasy only he can deliver.

"We're out of condoms, Temptress," he groans, sounding like he's in physical pain confessing those words.

"I've got an IUD," I blurt.

Wrong thing to say, Lorelei.

You should be using the lack of protection to put the brakes on this thing…

"Lorelei, I never fuck bare," he whispers, resting his forehead against mine.

"Nor do I. Ever."

We stand there in a stalemate, our breaths mingling and our bodies burning red hot.

His eyes hold mine, and I'm able to read every single one of his thoughts.

He wants this. He wants this so fucking badly. But he knows that we're about to cross a line we shouldn't be anywhere near.

I appreciate the fuck out of his internal debate.

It gives me confidence that he really does take this seriously.

"Kian, I need?—"

"Fuck," he barks before lifting me higher and lining himself up.

He thrusts up at the same time he drops me lower, and as I scream out in delight, he groans deep in his throat.

"Fuck, Lorelei. You've just ruined me for any other woman." I've no idea if he's aware that he says the words out loud, but that doesn't stop me from preening at his praise.

His hips move with precision and accuracy, hitting my G-spot with every thrust.

I slide up and down the tiles, my hands gripping onto his shoulders, my nails piercing his skin as he works us both hard and fast.

Last night was insane. But this right now with nothing between us?

Fuck. It's even better.

How is that possible?

"I can't hold off," he confesses, his muscles pulled tight as he tries to stave off the inevitable. "Clit, babe."

My hand sinks between us in record time, and I cry out as my fingers collide with my swollen, sensitive skin.

"Shit. So fucking tight," he mutters, his eyes holding mine, silently begging me to let go.

He pulls my ass away from the wall a little more, and it's the last straw as he hits me even deeper.

"Kian," I scream as my release floods through my body, making every single nerve tingle in delight.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," he groans before he also locks up, his cock pumping me full of cum.

Oh my god.

I just let my boss come inside me.

Dropping my head onto his shoulder, I suck in a handful of deep, calming breaths.

They do very little to pacify the hurricane of chaos in my head.

As our breathing returns to normal, Kian lowers my feet back to the floor, but he doesn't immediately leave me to continue my shower. Instead, he reaches for the shower gel and sets about washing up.

"Are you for real right now?" I balk.

"What? We can fuck like rabbits, but we can't shower together? Since when was that a rule?"

My mouth opens and closes to respond, but I quickly discover I have no argument.

Eventually, I go with, "I didn't invite you to join me."

"And you think that'll stop me?" He laughs.

"Clearly fucking not," I mutter.

"Are you done?" he asks when I just stand there staring at him rubbing white fluffy bubbles all over his ridiculously perfect body.

"I've barely started," I sulk.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"You to leave."

"Trust me, babe, watching you shower isn't going to stop me wanting you. You're naked right now. Naked, wet, and—" He reaches out and drags his fingers up my thighs. "You've got my cum running down your thighs." He holds his fingers up to prove his point before moving them to my mouth. "Taste me," he demands.

I should bite my lips together and refuse in an attempt to shut this insanity down. But of course, being the needy whore that I am, my mouth opens, and I happily lick his fingers clean.

His eyes dilate, and out of the corner of my eye, I see his dick jerk in excitement.

The recovery time of this man is incredible.

Swallowing my need for round…I don't know, twenty-five, maybe, I hold my head high.

"I need some space, Kian," I state, my voice hard and unwavering.

I'm not sure if it's my tone, or the fact he really does know that he's pushing his luck, but he agrees and finishes up. He doesn't step out of the shower without giving me a knee-weakening kiss, though.

"That was your last," I say. "Once you step out of this shower, all of that is being put behind us. We came here to work, and that's what we're going to do."

He nods in agreement, but the smirk playing on his lips tells a very different story.

God damn you, Kian Callahan.

M uch to my surprise, everything did return to almost normal after my shower.

Okay, so I did find my outfit for the day laid out on the bed, which I didn't have the energy to argue with. My muscles pulled and ached as I dressed, a constant reminder of the night before. And when I emerged with a light covering of makeup on my face, and my hair twisted up into a bun, seeing as I had no choice but to wash it with normal shampoo this morning, causing my curls to turn into the world's worst frizz, the glance he gave me barely held any heat from the night before.

A weird mix of relief and disappointment warred in my stomach, and it hasn't left since.

We ate breakfast in the hotel restaurant like two platonic colleagues. And then we attended meeting after meeting, where we were nothing but professional. Well, as long as you ignore our notebooks, of course.

Clearly, Kian had yet to build as big a collection as me, because he had the same as yesterday. I, however, had another new one.

Behind every average boss is a kick-ass assistant.

And my pen of choice today.

Ringleader of the circus.

Kian really needs to up his game if he wants to play with the big girls.

It's almost four o'clock in the afternoon when Kian scribbles a note and slides it over for me to read. We're watching a presentation on the future plans for The Regency and how the new manager envisions taking it to the next level, given its recent poor performance.

Her ideas are good, but her delivery is dull as hell, and I've found myself drifting off a number of times.

Make an excuse to leave.

Something is waiting for you in our room.

Go relax and then be ready to leave at six.

I glance up at him, hoping that I'll be able to read the answers to my questions in his eyes. But there is nothing.

I study him closer, but he gives nothing away.

"Go, I've got this."

I narrow my eyes. Do you, though?

His returning smirk tells me that he can hear my silent question loud and clear.

I wait for a natural pause in the presentation before I explain that I'm not feeling well and duck out.

My stomach is a riot of nerves as I ride the elevator alone, and it doesn't get any better when I step out and head toward our suite.

Kian could have literally done anything.

My mind runs wild with ideas, most of them kinky as hell, because after the night—and morning—we shared…well…

But as I enter our suite, everything looks normal and smells fresh. The scent of our night is no longer filling the air.

The second I walk into the bedroom, I find a box on the end of the bed, but I quickly discover that isn't it.

Soft, flickering light from the bathroom steals my attention, and my breath catches when I step inside and discover what he's done.

The entire room is filled with scented candles, and the huge tub in the middle of the room is overflowing with bubbles.

My chest tightens, knowing that he did this for me, but it also makes everything even more confusing.

This is boyfriend/relationship territory, and that is not where we're at, or where we're going.

That being said, there is no way that I'm going to let it go to waste. But not before I check the contents of that box. There's no way I'll be able to relax until I know everything.