Broken Course (15 page)

WHAT THE fucking hell am I doing? This so goddamn wrong, but I still can’t seem to stop myself. I know a lot about Sarah’s past, but I’m suddenly very aware that I know absolutely nothing about her personal life. I had no idea that she hasn’t been with anyone in seven years. Seven fucking years. How is that even possible for a woman who looks like she does? Men must be all over her.

When she let me in on her little secret earlier, I felt like the biggest piece of shit to ever walk the Earth—even more so than I already had. I’m terrified to tell her what I know about her. I can’t sleep with her and
then
tell her. She’s going to lose her fucking mind as it is, but now, I’m about to be a real asshole and fuck her first?

Goddamn it!

I have never wanted a woman more than I do Sarah Erickson. She’s a breath of fresh air to me. Maybe it’s because I have the upper hand—knowing her secrets and how to dance around them. But she’s amazing. It’s not all about the broken parts though; somehow, we just mesh.

She gets my jokes and I love hers. She’s smart and witty and challenging. I love spending time with her. It’s been, like, ten days and I’m already calling her my girlfriend like a fucking twelve-year-old with a crush to anyone who will listen. Yet I hold a secret that could potentially send her running. And I’m only partially talking about the things I know about her.

I have a shady-as-hell past too. I’m going to have to tell her one day how I really know Erica—and, even worse, who I really am. The last thing I need to be doing right now is burying my cock inside her. I shouldn’t have even made her come again in the office, but when she thought we weren’t together, it pissed me off. Sarah is different. I’m not usually anti-relationships or anything, but my life hasn’t been all that stable over the last few years. However, I’m a firm believer that, when you find someone who fits, you claim them. Immediately.

So, now, Sarah and I are together and I’m about to bury myself inside her—completely claiming her. Then, when the truth comes out, she will probably never speak to me again.

I’m on a fucking roll.

I close down my computer, turn off the security screens, and head down the hallway back to the bedroom. I need to lay her down and talk to her—tell her the truth and make sure she understands that I don’t care about who she used to be. Maybe I could even share a
little
bit about my past to reassure her. She seems to like it when I do that. It always puts her at ease to know that she isn’t alone. I’m sure I can figure a way to spin this to make her stay. We just need to talk before we…

"Fuuuuuck," I breathe as I walk into my bedroom.

True to her word, Sarah is lying facedown, her black-lace-thong-covered ass in the air, and she did me two better. She put on her heels and graciously left the lights on. She’s all but showing off.

Okay, so I’ll definitely figure out a way to make things work after I come inside her. Hell, maybe I never have to tell her. What’s one more lie on my conscience going to hurt?

I clear my throat. "Good girl," I purr, walking over to the bed. Running a hand up her back, I wrap it around the ponytail that wasn’t there a few minutes ago and give it a gentle tug.
Perfect.

I am all about getting a little rough in the bedroom—especially when a woman reacts to it like Sarah does. I don’t get down with spankings or unnecessary roughness for my own sexual gratification though. It’s just not how I roll. I want my every move to enhance the pleasure for her. Never—ever—should they be painful.

Never.

"Tonight, when you dropped your dress in the kitchen, I didn’t immediately realize that this was a thong. However, ever since I found out, I’ve not been able to think about anything but seeing you like this. So. Fucking. Sexy." Releasing her hair, I trace my hand back down her back and over her rounded ass.

Sarah is thin, but somehow, she ended up with a fair amount of curves—her ass being two of them. I finally make my way down to her covered pussy. Sliding a finger around the lace, I drag it over her sensitive clit before dipping it inside her opening.

"Oh God," she moans a magical sound that speaks directly to my cock.

As much as I love the sight in front of me, I’m not taking her for the first time like this.

Leaning down, I place a wet kiss on the small of her back. "Roll over,
ángel
."

She quickly flips to her back.

"Legs open," I amend when she closes her knees together.

Without a single second of hesitation, her legs fall to the side.

Gorgeous.

I quickly strip her panties off. Dropping to my knees, I latch my mouth over her pussy.

"Ahhhhh, Leo!" she cries out, running her hands through my hair.

Sarah’s already come twice tonight, but I’m not about to make it three without my cock inside her. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to taste her first.

I lick and suck every inch of her pussy as her body writhes around me. She lifts a leg, draping it over my shoulder. She then gently rakes the sharp heel of her shoe up my back in the most deliciously arousing way imaginable.

Yep, I’m done. My patience is gone.

I stand up, holding her leg over my shoulder. "Other leg," I growl.

She obliges by placing it on my other shoulder. I bend over, supporting my weight with a hand on the bed, next to her head. My face is still covered with her juices, but Sarah still takes my mouth in a rough and desperate kiss.

"You on the pill?" I ask with my dick poised at her entrance.

"No," she answers.

I cuss to myself. Then I move to the nightstand and pull out a condom, making fast work of rolling it on. "Fix that shit this week. Yeah? Otherwise, I have a feeling I’m going to need to buy stock in Trojan," I say roughly, pulling her legs back over my shoulders and kneeling on the edge of the bed.

"I thought you were out of condoms?" she asks, reaching forward to drag her nails over my abs.

"Well, I forgot about the one I save for emergencies. Walking in and finding you like that definitely constitutes a national state of emergency."

When she starts quietly laughing, I can’t help but smile. God damn, she’s beautiful.

I begin to ease myself inside her and her laughter abruptly stops. Closing her eyes tight, she slaps her hand to the bed, fisting the blanket.

"You okay?" I pause to make sure I’m reading her correctly.

"Yeah," she whispers. "Keep going."

"Kiss me," I demand.

Her eyes pop open for the first time since I pushed inside her. She gives me a sensual smile before replying, "Of course."

She slides a hand over my cheek and into my hair, placing her lips against mine in a reverent kiss. I slide all the way inside, filling her, as I catch her moans in my mouth. Strangely, I don’t want to rush this anymore. This was supposed to be fucking. It was supposed to be rough and wild, but with a single touch, Sarah has tamed that urge. I don’t want to tell her what to do or take control of it—I just want her. I roll my tongue with the same rhythm as my hips. Slow and steady.

It doesn’t take long before I feel her tightening around me. I immediately stop kissing her, wanting to hear the sounds of her coming yet again. That was definitely the truth earlier. I’ve never heard a more amazing sound in my life.

"Leo. Oh, God." Her body begins to quake as she pulses around my cock. "Leo!" she gasps as I pick up my pace, frantic to join her.

With one final thrust, I plant myself to the hilt and erupt inside her. "Sarah!" I call out as the orgasm courses through my body. Physically, I'm still buried inside her, but mentally, I've never been more lost.

Lost in the moment.

Lost in the sensations.

Lost in
her
.

I remove her legs from my shoulders and begin trailing kisses over her breasts and up to her neck.

"Mmm," she moans when I make it up to her ear, sucking her lobe into my mouth.

"Take a shower with me," I whisper.

"I don’t want you to pull out." She clenches her muscles around my softening cock.

"I don’t want that either, but I have to get rid of this condom. So how about this? Shower. Then I’m taking you to breakfast. Then we’re coming back and trying that again with you on top. Then we are sleeping half the day."

"It’s, like, four in the morning. We don’t have to get breakfast. We could just go right back to the ‘me on top’ part," she suggests, turning to capture my mouth.

"As tempting as that sounds, I need to refuel with some serious protein for what I plan to do to you."

"Oh yeah? What’s that?" She smiles teasingly.

"Well, now that we’ve gotten the sprint out of our systems, next up is the marathon." I wink.

She lifts her eyebrows in mock surprise. "I have to be able to walk on Monday for work. Maybe you should ease me into the marathon. It’s the least you can do. You know, since you just stole my virtue and all. " She places another kiss on my lips.

"Ah, yes. I deflowered the virgin," I tease back even while a pang of guilt hits me in the gut.

I know she wasn’t a virgin. Hell, judging by the way she sucked my dick, I’m pretty sure she hasn’t been in a long while, but I still feel like an asshole.

"Come on. Let’s get cleaned up. Then we can talk about that marathon you have planned." I slowly pull out, and the immediate loss is staggering.

I absolutely, one hundred percent should not have slept with her. But that’s more to salvage my own conscience when this goes up in smoke than anything to do with my honor.

Two weeks later…

Me: So…

Leo: ???

Me: Dinner on Friday?

Leo: Dinner tonight?

Me: Well that too…but especially on Friday.

Leo: Yeah, I’m down. Anything in mind?

Me: Lots of things in mind. All of which involve you naked.

Leo: Your turn.

Me: Lol I miss you.

Leo: I’ll be back in town in a few hours. I’ve got some paperwork to do but I have an insatiable woman to catch up with first.

Me: I like the sound of that.

Leo: But when I’m done with her, I’d be happy to take you to dinner.

Me: You. Are. HILARIOUS. ← Sarcasm.

Leo: I figured.

Leo: So, Friday?

Me: Yeah. It’s my birthday and Emma wants to go out to dinner.

Leo: Dinner with the parents!!! Count me in! ← Sarcasm.

Me: I figured.

Leo: I miss you too.

Me: That’s not an answer.

Leo: I miss you a lot.

Me: Still not an answer.

Leo: All I can think about is fucking you in the security room with all the cameras aimed at you. Can you imagine all the different views I could get of you coming?

Me: STILL NOT AN ANSWER! (But I really like where you’re going with that!)

Leo: Lol. It’s your birthday, angel. If you want me there, I wouldn’t be anywhere else.

Me: Can we order takeout tonight? You’ve been out of town for, like, three days. I won’t make it through dinner without mole-sting you.

Leo: Ah yes. Mole-sting. My favorite.

Me: Molesting* Fucking autocorrect.

Leo: Don’t lie! If you want to get kinky, just say so. I’m not sure how I feel about moles, but I’m willing to discuss.

Me: I hate you.

Leo: I hate you too. My place at six?

Me: I wouldn’t be anywhere else. XOXO

Friday Night…

Leo: What are you wearing tonight?

Me: Just jeans and a top.

Leo: Does it show off your boobs?

Me: Yes.

Leo: Heels?

Me: Yes.

Leo: So…I heard the party was moved to my bedroom. Totally true story.

Me: Your bed isn’t big enough for all four of us. I can ask Caleb if he’d like to snuggle with you though.

Leo: Too far.

Me: Yeah, I got a little sick thinking about that one too.

Leo: It’s a nice night. I’d like to take the bike, but I wanted to make sure you weren’t wearing a dress first.

Me: Yes! That sounds awesome! I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before. OMG! Does this make me your old lady?

Leo: Well, you are turning 35.

Me: You. Did. NOT. Just. Say. That.

Leo: I bought you a present!!!! Does that help?