Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Merritt~

Though there was no denying that Cutter Moore was standing in front of me without a shirt on, hitting on me in a way that I’d never imagined, I still felt like I was in a dream and a bit lightheaded.

Like life hadn’t been about to throw me a curveball, I’d gone to take my shower like I’d wanted to, but then couldn’t find anything to sleep in. I’d gone through my overnight bag twice before realizing that I hadn’t packed any pajamas. Now, while it shouldn’t have been a big deal to go through my boxes, Cutter had gone to a lot of trouble to organize them and stack them neatly. Though it was my stuff, I hadn’t wanted to make a mess without telling him what was going on. It seemed rude to undo all his hard work without saying a word about why.

Nevertheless, when I’d made the decision to knock on Cutter’s office door, I never would have expected this outcome. My boss had removed his shirt, then had handed it over for me to wear, and all I could do was gawk at how sexy Cutter Moore was.

He’d also called me baby.

Honestly, in this moment, with Cutter shirtless and his hands on my hips, I wanted this attraction to be a rebound. If it was a rebound, then the dynamics would be simple; I was vulnerable, and he was available, and that would be that.

However, that’s not what this was.

I had no idea why Cutter was crossing the line, but I knew why I was, and it wasn’t because I’d just had my heart broken and needed someone to comfort me. It also wasn’t because I was trying to climb the corporate ladder or wanted a sugar daddy. I’d always found Cutter attractive, and my commitment to another man would always be the line that I’d never cross. That being said, I wasn’t committed to Steven anymore, and Cutter had all but obliterated the line the second that he’d removed his shirt in front of me.

“All you have to do is say yes, Merritt,” he said, his voice sending a delicious shiver down my back. “Say yes, and I’ll show you everything that I’ve been wanting to do to you for two fucking years.”

That had my heart dropping to my knees. Though every woman on the planet knew better than to believe what a man said during sex, Cutter sounded so damn serious that it was hard not to believe what he was saying. Still, he was my boss, and I needed this job more than ever.

“Cutter, I can’t lose my job-”

Those strong hands of his yanked me closer, cutting me off. “You’re out of your mind if you think that I won’t do everything in my power to make this work, Merritt. Even if my dick didn’t get hard for you every fucking day, you’re irreplaceable as my assistant. Even Lucy hadn’t devoted as many hours to me as you do.”

“This is such a bad idea,” I repeated, though I was doing nothing to stop this.

Cutter’s hazel gaze landed on my lips as he said, “Duly noted.”

“Cutter?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Don’t break my heart,” I said, giving him my yes.

His entire face softened. “Actually, I think that I’m the one that’s supposed to be saying that.”

My chest thumped with emotion, but I couldn’t say anything with Cutter Moore’s lips already on mine, my arms wrapping around his neck to hold on for this dangerous storm. While there were so many reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this, I couldn’t pull away as Cutter’s tongue slipped into my mouth, the taste of him just as powerful as the man himself.

When I felt Cutter’s hand come up to slide around my neck, the heat from his palm and the way that he kissed both felt like drugs, my body leaning in closer, fully onboard with whatever this was. There was just something about a man taking possession of your body that made common sense evaporate like water on a hot day. This wasn’t my first kiss ever, but it was the first kiss that had ever had me not caring about the consequences afterwards.

“Christ, I’ve waited two years to taste you, baby,” Cutter groaned after finally breaking off the kiss, his forehead pressed against mine. “Every fucking day, I wondered what your lips tasted like.” His smirk was positively wolfish when he added, “Both sets.”

A man that actually wanted to go down on a woman, could he be more perfect? While I had no problem being a giver in the bedroom, it sucked when you were the only one. However, with the way that Cutter was looking at me now, I didn’t think that was going to be a problem.

Not shying away from me at all, Cutter stared into my eyes as his hands reached for the button of my jeans, undoing them while giving me plenty of time to change my mind if I wanted to. However, instead of stopping him like any smart woman would do, I closed my eyes as my head dropped back, Cutter’s hand sliding down inside my panties, his fingers making lewd noises as they found me already wet and ready for him.

“Oh, God…” I whimpered, my hands latching onto his forearm.

“I can’t wait to see your sweet pussy, baby,” he said as one finger slipped inside me easily. “I can’t wait to see how wet it is for me.”

A second finger joined the first, and I moaned as I felt the muscles in Cutter’s arm flex with each thrust of his fingers into my drenched center. His breath was hot on my skin as he nuzzled my neck, my feet stepping aside, opening my legs wider for him. There was just something so sinful about being finger fucked, and it was clear that Cutter knew what he was doing when it came to foreplay.

“Can you take another finger?” he asked darkly, and my entire body clenched around him. “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

I couldn’t stop my moan as Cutter added a third finger to his assault on my body, and even as high as I felt from what he was doing to me, I still couldn’t believe that I was letting my boss fuck me three-fingers deep. The slick sounds that were filling the room sounded lewd but sexy, and with every second that went by, I knew why sluts were much happier than prudes.

“Fuck, your cunt is so damn tight,” he growled between peppering my skin with kisses. “It’s going to feel incredible wrapped around my cock.”

“Cutter…” I gasped. “Oh, God…”

“As soon as you cum on my fingers, I’m going to bend you over my desk, then fuck the hell out of your pussy, baby,” he vowed. “I’m going to take these past two years out on your delectable body, and I don’t care how many times you beg me to stop.”

I could feel heat fan across my skin like an uncontrollable wave. Men made promises like that all the time, but something told me that Cutter Moore could back it up. The man never slept and worked like a machine, so I had no doubt that he had the stamina to go all night. He was relentless in everything that he did, so I couldn’t imagine that sex was any different for him.

“Cutter…I’m going to cum…” I cried out. “Don’t stop…”

“If we weren’t in this position, I’d be deep in both your pussy and ass, finger fucking you until you couldn’t take it anymore,” he said, making my head spin with how unabashedly dirty he was. “I’d be filling you up everywhere, baby.”

Before I could even form a thought, Cutter’s free hand was in my hair, yanking on it, forcing my eyes open. “Cutter…”

“Once I get you into my bed, I’m going to fuck your mouth with my cock while I fill both that pussy and ass of yours with my fingers, Merritt.” My body immediately began trembling. “I’m going to use every fucking inch of you, then use everything that I have to make you see God, baby.”

I cried out as I came all over his fingers, every fiber of my being shaking with an orgasm that rocked me to my core. My entire body was embroiled in a kaleidoscope of pleasure, and the blood that was rushing through my head almost felt painful.

“Oh, God…Cutter…oh, Christ…”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he chanted, his voice dark and breaking with each tremor of my body. “Christ, you’re beautiful when you cum.”

When my legs finally gave out on me, I felt Cutter’s other arm wrap around my waist, holding me up and close to his body. I was a useless mess as my body kept riding that euphoric wave, and I wasn’t sure that it was ever going to stop. The shock felt like it was getting stronger, not weaker, and I had no idea how that was possible.

“Cutter…I-”

“Shh, baby,” he whispered as he finally removed his fingers, my pussy still clenching, though it was empty. “I’ve got you.”

When I dropped my head back to look up at him, he had a determined look in his eyes, and I recognized that look. It was the same one that he wore whenever shit was about to hit the fan. It was the look that he wore when there was about to be a reckoning, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?” I asked weakly.

“Baby, you have no idea.”