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This is so wrong, she kept telling herself as she sipped from her champagne flute at Eric’s kitchen nook. He was sitting right next to her, and their thighs were touching all throughout breakfast. This is wrong. Go home. Go home.
But she was feeling too daring to go home. Eric’s eyes were darting to the window of cleavage afforded by her blood red scoop-neck t-shirt, and she’d brushed her hair out so it fell in shining waves past her shoulders. Her eyes were drawn to the muscles of his biceps, and the way his tongue kept darting out to moisten his lips. He was saying something about a board meeting when a question that had been on her mind for three weeks straight slipped past her lips.
“Hey, Eric?”
He turned to her, his green eyes hazy from the alcohol. “Yes, Cas?”
Her heart did a happy tumble at the sound of her nickname. “You’re so intense. But I’ve seen you interact with other people, and though you’re intense, you’re not…the same way with me.”
She could swear that his breathing stopped. “What do you mean?”
She set down her glass and turned her gaze on him. “Why do you look at me the way you do? No one else looks at me that way. Like…like you’re analyzing me. Like you’re figuring me out.”
Eric smiled lazily. “And you’re not used to that.”
Cassie shook her head, feeling tipsier than she’d anticipated. “So you are? Trying to figure me out, I mean?”
Eric put a hand on her lower back, and her heartbeat accelerated. “Is that okay to you?”
Cassie’s mouth was dry, and she had to try twice before she could successfully speak. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to be figured out.” She placed both of her hands on his shoulders and let him see the desire burning in her eyes. “But I don’t want to stop you from trying.”
Eric pulled her toward him and pressed his lips to hers hungrily, and her body cried out in joy. She wrapped her arms around the breadth of his shoulders as he massaged her lips with his, his hands slipping under her shirt to caress the silky warmth of her bare skin. He stood and pressed her body tighter to his, his arousal pressing against the front of her skirt, hard and heavy through his pants.
Cassie pulled back from the kiss breathlessly. “Wait, Eric, are you sure you want to do this? I work for you.”
“I don’t care,” he said deliriously, his hands running lower on her body until the lifted her skirt and grabbed her buttocks roughly. “I want you, Cassie.” Cassie moaned and ground her hips against his reaction, desire echoing through her body like a shockwave. A rush of moisture drenched the crotch of her panties, and the next moment, Eric was kneeling and pulling them away from her body, planting hot kisses on the soft skin of her thighs.
Cassie lifted her shirt, letting her high, round breasts spring free as she leaned back against the breakfast nook and parted her thighs. Eric gripped her hips firmly and gazed up at her, his green eyes burning with need. He kept her gaze as he slipped his tongue between her slick folds, and Cassie threw her head back and shouted her pleasure to the heavens as Eric dragged his tongue around her clit in long, slow licks.
“Eric!” Cassie shouted, throwing one leg over his broad shoulder and grinding herself more firmly against the force of his tongue. She couldn’t believe how perfect his mouth felt on her body, and couldn’t imagine the kind of pleasure his member would send through her.
Eric pulled away from her suddenly as though he could read her mind. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her until she sat on the counter, kissing her roughly as her hands fumbled at the clasp of his khakis. She could taste her own sweet essence on his tongue, and her hand moved eagerly over the hot thickness of his shaft as she pulled his cock free.
He didn’t waste any time. Eric held one hand behind her head as he pushed his round head inside Cassie’s warm velvety walls, and she cried out in ecstasy as his length stretched and filled her for the first time. It was like they were two interlocking puzzle pieces; every slow stroke felt perfectly tailored to her body, expertly crafted to push her toward her most delicious edge.
“Cassie,” Eric moaned, his thumb passing over her erect nipple as he slowly pumped between her thighs. “Oh god, you’re the most incredible woman.”
His strokes grew faster and harder, and Cassie could only whimper and tighten her arms around him as his body collided with hers. Pleasure was streaking through her muscles and enveloping her brain, carrying away all thought except the joyous sensation of his hips pounding into hers. Eric’s hand fisted in her hair, and Cassie cried out as her ecstasy reached its peak at the precise moment that her lover reached his.
“Cassie!” he moaned, throwing his body against hers with abandon. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Cassie arched her back and screamed wordlessly as the slick walls of her pussy tightened and pulsed around Eric’s thick, rigid shaft, his cries reaching a fever pitch as he exploded inside her. His mouth covered her breasts in wet kisses as they both twitched and moaned together, hips bucking together weakly to pull all the pleasure from each other’s bodies.
She didn’t have time to catch her breath before she was being carried to his bedroom and laid across the bed. He wrapped his arms around her naked body and gazed down at her, stroking her soft hair as she gazed at him wearily.
“Eric,” she said softly, her eyelids growing heavier by the moment.
He smiled. “Yes?”
Cassie took a breath. “I love you.”
His face went blank, and for a moment, Cassie feared he wouldn’t respond. “I love you, too,” he said finally.
Something in his tone made her open her eyes. He was starting to turn away, but she put a hand on his arm to top him. Eric was startled, but Cassie fixed him with a stare.
“Hey. What’s wrong?”
The look in his eye was of pure terror. “I didn’t think it would get this far,” he said.
Cassie frowned and sat up on the bed. “You mean…love?”
Eric covered his eyes with his hands, and Cassie’s heart started to sink in her chest.
“Oh, no,” she said quietly. “Do you have a girlfriend that I don’t know about?”
He looked up, his anguish interrupted by surprise. “What? No.”
Cassie shook her head. “Then what is it?” she demanded. Eric didn’t answer, so she took hold of his chin and reputed her question. “Eric. Something tells me you think I’m going to find out anyway, so tell me what it is. You just fucked my brains out; I think I’m in a good enough mood. Come on, did you find the person sabotaging your project already, and then hide it from me so you could get in my pants?” she grinned at him to show him that she was joking, but when the panic in his haze sharpened, her smile faded. “Oh, no. Oh, god…Eric. Have you been paying me so you could woo me?”
His silence gave her the answer.
“Eric, what the fuck?!” Anger coursed through her, and she felt her heart start to gallop in her chest. “How long have you known?”
Eric met her eyes briefly. “A long time.”
Cassie scoffed. “So, who is it?”
Eric covered his hands with his eyes again, a small sound of despair escaping his lips.
Cassie went numb with shock. “Eric…no. It can’t be. It couldn’t be…”
He raised his green eyes to hers, and they were brimming with tears. “I’m sorry, Cassie. I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”
A bitter laugh burst from her mouth. “You sabotaged your own project for some ass, Eric? Are you fucking kidding me? You led me along just so you could fuck me?”
“No!” Eric said desperately.
“Then why?”
“Because I wanted to get to know you, Cassie,” he said, his voice pleading. “I wanted you to get to know me.”
“Good idea, except the part where you lied to me about everything!” she shouted, scooting away from him on the bed as he tried to reach for her. “I can’t be with someone like that, Eric—I can’t be with a liar.”
Eric was following her as she raced through the apartment and pulled on her clothes. “I was so impressed by you, Cassie, I just wanted to work with you. And then I fell in love with you. I didn’t mean to.”
Cassie laughed in his face as she pulled on her shirt. “Well, that makes it better. Have a nice life, Eric. Don’t call me. I’ll bill you.”
“Cassie!”
But she sprinted to the road and was flagging down a taxi by the time he caught up with her. Cassie sobbed in the back of the cab, unable to stop herself from watching Eric’s place growing smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.