Purely Professional (20 page)

“Christ, Bridget, you’re so tight.” His hands trembled on her hips. Max drew back a bit and then pushed in again, and she gasped, surprised by the tingles running down her spine. It felt so wrong, so wicked and so good all at the same time. She pulled at her bonds, wanting to feel helpless as he began fucking her ass.

Bridget could hear herself whimpering, but had no control over her own voice as he began to fuck her harder. There was no pain, just intense pressure, pressure and fullness and pleasure.

She was awash with the sensations: unable to move, she could do nothing but take it as he fucked her, and even with no contact on her clit, she could feel her orgasm building—could feel it but couldn’t get over the top.

“You don’t come yet.” Max continued to thrust deep and slow. “I’m not done fucking you.”

“Yes, sir.” Gasping, Bridget held tightly to the legs of the frame, biting her lip, enjoying the spiraling pleasure that wasn’t quite enough to take her over the edge. Then Max began to rub her clit, brushing it with his fingers, his touch electric.

The sensations were too much, and she was going to be unable to hold off much longer. She knew he was doing it to torture her, bringing her to the edge and making her wait. “Please,” she gasped, not caring what she sounded like, only caring about the orgasm she fought to hold back. “Please, sir, I need to come…please let me come…”

“Yes,” he moaned at last, burying himself to the hilt inside her and raking his fingernails over the sensitive nub. “Oh, God, baby, come for me.”

Bridget came immediately, clenching around his cock like a vise, unable to move, stars exploding behind her eyelids. He continued his merciless assault on her tender clit and kept thrusting into her, over and over, until finally he came inside her with a gasp and a groan. She could feel his cock throbbing, her muscles milking him dry, the aftershocks still rocking through her for long moments afterward.

Finally, he withdrew, sliding gently from her warmth. She could do nothing but lie there panting as she heard him dispose of the condom and clean himself up. Her body still sensitized, she tried to catch her breath, completely exhausted after that orgasm and trembling all over.

Max finally untied her, then carried her over to the bed and laid her down. Bridget let him take care of her, luxuriating in postorgasmic lethargy. He tucked the blanket around her as her trembling eased.

“So, was that too much for you?” He pulled his jeans back on.

She grinned lazily. “I think I liked it.”

Max leaned down on his side to lie next to her. “So you still want me? Drop the ‘purely professional’ bullshit and do this right?”

Bridget smiled. “More than ever.”

He was so handsome leaning over her, his dark waves falling over his forehead, and she was unable to resist brushing them away. He caught her wrist gently in his hand and kissed her palm. She reached up and drew him down to her by the shoulders. He came willingly, covering her lips with his, kissing her like a lover. How had she ever thought this would remain purely professional? How had either of them ever thought that?

“So, we’re going to try this?” he repeated when he pulled away. “You and me?”

“Yes we are. Stop asking.”

“I’m not a vanilla guy. I meant what I said when we first sat down and talked in Starbucks. I want a woman who’ll be my equal in everything, but who’ll submit to me in bed. I want to fuck you like I just fucked you and know that you like it.”

“Here’s the deal, Harlow,” Bridget said firmly. “If you don’t ever fuck me again like you did last night, I’m leaving you.”

“I’m kinkier than you.”

“Try me.”

Max smiled. “You have no idea what you’re in for.”

Bridget reached down to squeeze his ass. “I can’t wait to find out.”

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About the Author

Elia Winters has always been a New England girl, despite spending much of her childhood in Florida. She was blessed with an artsy, creative, somewhat quirky family that nurtured her eccentricities and helped shape her into the sassy woman she is today. Elia holds a degree in English literature and teaches at a small rural high school where she runs too many extracurricular activities. In her spare time, she balances her love of the outdoors with a bottomless well of geekiness.

Although Elia dabbles in many genres, erotic romance has been one of her favorites since she first began sneaking her mother’s romance novels. In high school, she kept her friends entertained with a steady stream of naughty stories and somehow never got caught passing them around. Her erotic fiction and poetry have been published online at Clean Sheets and Scarlet Letters under a different name. She loves hot erotica and men who can use semicolons.

Elia currently lives in New England with her loving husband and their odd assortment of pets.

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ISBN-13: 9781426897863

PURELY PROFESSIONAL

Copyright © 2014 by Elia Winters

Edited by Rhonda Helms

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