There’s no way this could be anything but one night.

Delaney moaned as he slid his cock up and down her slit. She couldn’t believe how wet she was for him. The truth was, even though they competed at everything, and especially now with the promotion, she’d been wanting him for a long time. A really long time.

She wanted to hate him and a part of her did, but there was also a need for him. To feel him beneath her and to have him at her mercy.

It had been so long since she’d been with a man.

Ivan wasn’t just anyone and the feel of his large dick against her pussy was amazing. She wanted him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His fingers ran across her pussy and she cried out as he plunged inside.

One finger.

Two fingers, stretching her.

“You’re so tight. I’m big, baby. You’re going to need to take me.”

“Fuck me, Ivan. I can take it. I can take you.”

He pulled his fingers from her and she watched as he licked at the digits, sucking the cream off each one.

His large tip pressed against her entrance.

Slowly, inch by inch, he sunk inside her, filling her up.

She couldn’t believe the sheer size of him. He was so big. Taking all of him would be impossible.

He reached between them and his fingers started to stroke her clit. Any doubt she had fled her mind against the onslaught of immense pleasure.

Ivan rocked within her, driving deeper with every single thrust.

The more he teased her, the wetter she got and the deeper he went until he was finally seated to the hilt within her.

With her legs spread out, there was nowhere else for her to go, not that she wanted to. He pulled out of her, only to slam back inside.

She felt her orgasm begin to build. The pleasure rushed through her body and she thrust up against him, needing that pressure. Needing his cock more than anything else.

“That’s it, Delaney, come all over my cock. You’ve got the tightest pussy. I want to suck on it.”

His dirty words made her ache for more and as she came she screamed his name. Even as she was still coming, her pussy rippling around his dick, Ivan stopped touching her clit, grabbing her hands, and pressing them to the makeshift bed. He used his weight to hold her in place and pounded inside her.

She loved every second of it, begging for more as he rode her hard.

This was one night but after just this mere taste, she knew without a doubt she was going to want more.

No, no more.

Just tonight.

He captured her lips and she loved the power he held over her, loved every single second as he rode her body into a second orgasm. Only as she was coming down from that second did he join her.

Ivan slammed to the hilt and his cock pulsed, filling her up with his spunk. She felt every drop as he flooded her body.

She expected him to collapse afterward or at least look victorious. He didn’t.

He kissed her again, rolling over so that his dick stayed inside her but she faced him. He cupped her face, stroking a finger down her cheek. The tenderness he showed took her by surprise.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she said.

“Believe it, baby.”

She placed a hand over his chest, trying to stop hating him. It seemed pointless now.

“If you didn’t have the promotion you’re working toward or anything. I take it there’s no boyfriend waiting for you back home?”

“Of course not. I would never cheat. That’s not the kind of woman I am.”

“I didn’t figure it was. Kind of curious though.”

“What about?”

“How a beautiful woman like yourself can be alone. I mean, I’d snap you up if you’d let me.”

“Please, you’ve already had sex with me. Stop trying to get anything more,” she said, chuckling. She enjoyed his compliments a little too much. Insecurity wasn’t something she gave much thought to. The way Ivan touched her, his sweet words, they shouldn’t be affecting her.

This was only one night.

“I was going to stay home alone, to be honest. I haven’t got anything in the way of exciting planned and to be honest, I mean, why?” She wasn’t about to admit to him that it was her favorite time of the year. Nor that she used to plan her Christmases as a little girl who dreamed of fairytales and happy endings. She came to realize quite quickly in the corporate world that fairytales were very much for children. “You?”

“I wasn’t going to do much this year. With the promotion I’d have stayed home, done the research. Watched something on television. I like watching Christmas movies,” Ivan said.

“You do?”

“I happen to love this time of year.” Ivan smiled as he talked.

“I find that hard to believe,” she said.

“I do. I love the lights, and the color and I happen to also like tinsel.”

This made her laugh. “You do?”

“Yes. I’m not good when it comes to cooking but I’m always willing to learn.”

She chuckled.

“I don’t know. I had this ideology of what I expected Christmas to be like. Now, I find myself more disappointed with what I don’t get.”

“This is scary,” she said.

“Why?”

“I know I don’t participate in the card swapping or the secret Santa, but I do like Christmas. I just don’t think Christmas likes me.”

“I doubt that.”

“I got dumped at Christmas.”

“When?”

“A few years ago. I wanted to have a wedding during the festive season. Everything was going great. I had the whole thing set. It looked absolutely magical. The night before the wedding, I catch my fiancé with another woman and another man.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. I didn’t even know who they were but they looked pretty cozy to me. The whole thing got called off.”

“Not all guys are like that. You gave up on Christmas?”

“I decided to throw myself into my work. I was marrying a guy I realized I knew nothing about. Work is easy. Work is something that doesn’t leave me alone.”

The silence stretched on.

“Are you afraid of being alone?”

“Are you?” he asked softly.