It doesn't take much for the spark between us to turn into a blazing inferno. Croix holds my face in his hands, and I allow him to kiss me the way that he tried to before. I can feel the need flowing through him, infecting me. My God, how I've missed this. I hadn't even known how much until his lips turned needy and unrelenting. My craving for intimacy went from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye.
I wrap my hand around the waistband of his T-shirt, greedily pulling it over his head. The second it's off, my palms are pressing against the hard plane of his chest. His muscles flex slightly beneath my fingertips as he grasps at my shirt as well. I don't want to stop touching him, but I know that I have to so that we can get undressed.
Once he has my shirt and bra off, my hands are all over him again. I explore his body while he kisses me. The pads of my thumbs and fingers roll over the hills and valleys of his abdominal muscles before traveling lower. His cock is already rock hard and ready for me.
“Do you see how turned on you make me?” he whispers before nipping at my earlobe. “I've missed you so much.”
“I've missed you too,” I confess before going to work unbuckling his belt.
When his lips reach mine again, he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I press back, feeling my own sexual aggression rearing its head. My hands move with fervor to take his pants down. I'm so impatient that I don't even bother removing his boxer briefs, simply pulling his thick manhood out of the fly to get to him faster.
“Put on a condom,” I tell him as I stand to remove the rest of my clothes.
“Yes ma'am.” He salutes me with a smirk.
The playfulness comes in a flash. As soon as Croix sees me naked, he grabs me by the hips to bring me down to him. I barely have time to straddle him before he's forcing me onto his sheathed cock. The intrusion takes my breath away. He doesn't give me time to recover either, bucking up into me with an untempered eagerness that makes me gasp out his name.
“You're so fucking tight. I've missed this so much.” He kisses my neck before biting the flesh there while he pushes me down until he's balls deep inside of me.
I throw my head back, so satiated that I can't even form words. All that I can do is breath and bask in the euphoria of our coupling.
“I might fuck you until I break you tonight.” His words are more than just a threat.
I wrap my arm around his neck as he stands, effectively skewering me. He bounces me on his dick, each thrust incredibly deep. His stamina and strength amaze me.
I look at him finally, my lips parted, absolutely breathless from the torrent of moans escaping them. When I meet his gaze, the pleasure sensors inside of me go on red alert. No one has ever looked at me the way he's looking at me right now. The unadulterated desire in his eyes causes my clit to pulse.
I cling to him as he carries me over to the wall and slams my body against it, arching himself to push up into me. The force of it is so great that one of the pictures on the wall clatters to the floor. Croix doesn't even look at it, not seeming to care if it broke. All of his focus is on me.
I weather the storm of his lust until he starts to tire. Even then, he doesn't set me down until we're in the bedroom. His cock is only out of me long enough for me to crawl up onto the bed. Then he's on me again, rolling me onto my stomach and pulling my hips back to slam into me full force.
I cry out, the spreading sensation more than I can handle. My cunt clamps around him as I shatter, and he hisses, stilling while my orgasm plays out.
“That's a good girl. Come all over my dick.” He rubs the globe of my ass before giving it a hard slap.
This reminds me of being at The Billionaires Club with him in California, the intensity of the sex we had there. It's not for fun this time, though. This time, his need to reclaim me is what's driving him.
“By the end of this, I'm going to have you so addicted to my cock that any time you think of sex, all you'll see is me,” he growls into my ear as he grabs a fistful of my hair to pull my head back.
“Is that your game plan?” I challenge him.
He tosses my head down without another word, refocusing his attention on fucking me raw.
If it is his game plan, then it's working. I'm already wondering how I went without this for so long. If grades were given out for sexual performance, he'd get an A+.
I curl my fingers into the bed sheets as he drives into me again and again. After a while, he turns me over. Watching him while he fucks me only amplifies my arousal. He writhes on top of me with his eyes closed, his expression deeply entranced. It feels like we've merged as one, like there's no space between us for anything but trust and appreciation and admiration.
Croix rotates his hips, grinding his pubic bone into my clit, and my body gives way to another orgasm. My hands wrap around his shoulders, my nails scoring his flesh as my back arches off of the bed and my toes curl.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers into my ear. “You're so hot when you come.”
He pumps into me a few more times before he stills. I hear his breath hitch, pulling another contraction from me as his cock swells and spurts its pleasure. The pulsing sensation draws out my climax. We're both panting by the time it's over, lying together in a heap on his bed.
I stroke the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling his heartbeat slamming against my chest. All I want now is to be held by him, and he doesn't disappoint, rolling off of me to dispose of the condom before returning to take me into his arms. He pulls me back against him, kissing the side of my head and holding me like he never wants to let me go. I never want him to let me go. In a perfect world, we'd be stuck in this moment forever. The world isn't perfect, though, so I'll take what I can get for as long as I can get it.
“That was amazing.” I pat his hand.
“You're amazing.” He nuzzles his face in my hair.
“You were right. That was exactly what we needed.”
***
We lie in bed for what feels like forever.
Once the afterglow of sex wears off, my mind starts to wander. Sex was an easy distraction from our issues. It fixed a lot of what was broken between us, but not everything.
“So when am I going to meet your daughter—officially meet her?” I readjust my grip on his forearm.
“Is that what you want?” He pulls me closer.
I screw my face in thought. “It's the natural progression of things. If you want us to be together—really be together—then I'll have to meet her eventually.”
“To be honest, I wasn't sure that you were okay with all of this.”
“And I'm honestly not sure I am,” I confess. “I mean, we can't change the fact that you have a kid, as horrible as that sounds. I've never really considered dating someone who has kids. When you never mentioned having kids, I just assumed that you didn't. You don't have any pictures of her in your office.”
“I just haven't gotten around to putting them up yet.”
I turn to face him, my expression sarcastic. “I'm not buying that, Croix. You've had plenty of time.”
He quirks his head back. “Are you saying that I was trying to hide it?”
“That's exactly what I'm saying.” My gaze drops as I begin to feel guilty for accusing him.
“Well, maybe I was,” he admits. “I wasn't at first. I had every intention of putting pictures of her up around my office. But then I met you and those plans got delayed.”
“That's the lamest shit I've ever heard.” I try not to roll my eyes.
“Would you have dated me if you had known about her?”
I take a deep breath, thinking back to when we first met. He's so damn sexy that it probably wouldn't have made a difference. Maybe I would have approached the relationship with a bit more apprehension, but I wouldn't have shot him down.
“Yes, I would have.” I decide.
“Then I'll just add that to the list of mistakes I've made. I'm a dumbshit sometimes.”
I laugh. “That's something we can both agree on. But I still like you.”
“I'm glad.” He grins. “Because if you didn't still like me, it would break my heart.”
“Would it?” I raise an eyebrow.
He takes my hand and places it on his chest. “Feel this?”
“Mhm.” I nod.
“It's yours for as long as you want it.”
I swoon. He's being so unbelievably sweet that I want to fall into the fantasy that we can be a perfect couple. Maybe we can be someday. For now, there's still a lot of healing to do.
“I don't want any more secrets between us,” I say softly.
“No more secrets.”
“Do you promise?” I meet his gaze, giving him an earnest look.
“I promise.” He draws my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles.
All I can do now is trust him. I have to trust him, because if I don't, this whole thing will just fall apart all over again.
***
“Are you excited about starting your new job on Monday?” Croix asks as he holds me in his arms. It's a strange conversation to strike up first thing in the morning, but he doesn't sound bitter so there's little awkwardness in talking about it.
“Yes and no,” I admit. “Starting a new job is always daunting.”
“I know. I still remember how nervous you looked on your first day at The Billionaires Club.”
“Did I really look that nervous?” I twist around to face him.
“You did. When I made the joke about you being my assistant director, you got so flustered.” He grins.
“I did not.” I scowl.
“Whatever you say.” He scrunches up his nose at me.
“Croix, don't be a brat,” I whine, slapping at his chest.
“I'm just calling it like I see it.” He pulls me closer.
Need surges through me as I feel the solidness of his erection pushing against me. I lift my leg to drape it over his hip, feeling the helmet of his cock pressing between my folds. His eyes instantly darken with lust. It wouldn't take much to have him inside of me again.
“I'll probably be more nervous at Hudson.” I lower my gaze to avert the sexual energy between us.
“Why is that?” He bucks slightly forward, though there's no insistence in his actions.
“Because it feels like my first real job directing a company.”
“Real job?” he snorts. “Are you saying that working at The Billionaires Club wasn't a real job?”
“No.” I squeeze my eyes shut from the offense in his voice. “That's not what I meant."
“Explain.”
“Since The Billionaires Club isn't open yet, there weren't a whole lot of duties for me. You had taken care of a lot of things already. What there was to still put together and organize was minimal.
“I'm stepping into a business that's already up and running—that's been up and running for a while. There will likely be mountains of work for me from day one—a lot of things I've never done before because I haven't experienced directing a business that's at a fully functional state. I just don't want to fuck up.”
“Ah, that makes more sense.” He seems to relax a little.
I sigh in relief. “Yeah. It feels like a bigger responsibility than I've ever had before.”
“Do you think you're ready for it?”
“I know I am.” I nod to myself. “I've been ready for it since I graduated from college. I think that working at start-up companies has just made me complacent until now.”
Croix brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I love your confidence. It's very sexy.”
“Is it?” I look up at him. The lust is still there, but there's affection in his eyes as well.
“Everything about you is sexy to me,” his words are earnest. He scans my face, soaking in every inch of me.
“You're going to make me blush.” I can feel warmth crawling up my cheeks.
“I'm going to make you do more than that.” He moves in for the kill, nipping my bottom lip between his teeth.
When I feel him surge forward, I know I'm lost. The thought of his toned body pressing me down against the bed, of his hard cock driving inside of me, takes me to a place where nothing else matters. A place that's ours and ours alone.