“Kyler,” I whimper. “Please. I need…Oh God.”

My words are swallowed as Kyler bends over and captures my mouth, cupping my face. Our tongues dance and match the pace of Kyler’s hips. One hand wraps around my neck and the other moves down to cup my breast. He pushes into me harder and harder, and with one final thrust, my orgasm erupts low in my belly and spreads heat through my blood and up my spine. My nails dig into his forearms and I keep my eyes locked on his as I shake violently. He sears me with his gaze, connecting me to him in a way I’m not expecting. Something new sparks to life and my racing heart contracts, pulling us closer to each other. Kyler falls over the edge with me, and quickly moves my leg from around his waist and collapses on top of me, still shaking from his release. I welcome the weight of his body on of me, inside me, around me. His hot breath hits my neck and I feel his shoulders shake. I hug him to me as realization dawns.

My heart, in it’s erratic state, breaks for him again, and I don’t let go, even as his body continues to wrack with his broken sobs. Our relationship remains undefined, but in this moment, I don’t care. I allow Kyler to take from me what he needs, without words. Not knowing what comes next scares me, as does my need to tell him what I’ve started to feel for him, but I put my own needs aside and focus only on Kyler. He stays buried in me for what feels like an eternity, and when he rolls over onto his side, he pulls me with him. He opens his eyes, and with them he tells me what words can’t. As our breathing slows, I feel my heart leave my chest and make itself at home in his.

Chapter 12

~ Kyler ~

I caress Cassey’s tits from behind as I push into her. She cranes her neck and plants a searing, hungry kiss on my mouth before pulling away to catch her breath.

“Oh God, Kyler,” she moans loudly. “Harder, baby, please.”

I grin, and soon the sounds of slapping skin, whimpers, and groans fill the space in my bedroom. Cassey lifts her arms, and grips my head board as it hits the wall. I lean over and kiss the damp skin between her shoulder blades. I feel her pussy clench, and she squeezes, causing me to groan. It drives me crazy when she does that.

“Be careful, baby,” I warn. Cassey squeezes again, and I almost lose it. I raise my hand and slap her butt, causing her to cry out.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I kneel back and bring her with me, her back flush with my chest as her body moulds itself to fit mine. Her butt rests in my lap and the shift in position makes my thrusts deeper.

We start moving up and down, and Cassey rests her head on my shoulder. She smells so fucking good, like me, and sweaty sex. It’s become one of my favorite scents, next to the Ellie Saab perfume that she loves to wear. I trail my hand down, and slip my fingers over her swollen, sensitive clit, rubbing in slow circles. Cassey grips my wrist, and her nails dig into my skin. “Yes,” she cries out, exhaling harshly. “Yes, that’s so good… Ohhhhh.” I sink my teeth into her shoulder, and thrust up once, twice and on the third thrust, Cassey’s mouth drops open. “Ahhhhhhhh.”

Her body quivers in my arms, and I feel her muscles squeeze my cock, dragging my orgasm out of me. A bunch of expletives leave my mouth as I come, hard and fast. Cassey’s hands rub up and down the side of my thighs as we come down from our high, and work to catch our breath.

“You okay?” I ask her breathlessly. I palm her tits, feeling her heart race against my hand.

She lets out a breathy giggle, and turns her head on my shoulder to face me. “Never been better.” I kiss her deeply. “That was…incredible,” she whispers. Our eyes connect, and what I see should come as no surprise. Because I feel it too. The more that has slowly creeped in, and changed everything I thought I wanted with Cassey. Neither of us have had the courage to say anything, and we seem to be content to leave our ‘relationship’ status as it is. It suits me, for now. It’s been a week since we found out about my Father’s illness, and the only time my fears and worries don’t fill my head is when I’m with Cassey. It makes me feel guilty, like I’m using her, and maybe I am, but I wouldn’t be getting through this if it weren’t for her.

The alarm goes off, and Cassey smiles at me, brushing a piece of hair from her sweaty forehead.

Her skin has a light sheen of sweat, and her cheeks are flushed, her green eyes shining bright. She looks incredible in the soft the lighting of the impending dawn.

“Good morning,” she says against my lips.

“A very good morning, indeed,” I reply, smirking.

I move back, missing the feel of her around me, and fall onto the bed feeling relaxed, and gratified. I watch Cassey bend down to collect my discarded shirt and pull it over her shoulders. Her butt teases me, as do her curves, and I feel my cock harden to half mast. I’ll never get enough of her sweet body. She turns for the bathroom, and looks at me from over her shoulder with a mischievous grin.

“You’d better hurry, we’ll be late for work.”

I follow her into the shower, and after another round of getting each other off, we get dressed for work. We move in synch as we watch each other from across the room, sharing secret glances, and trading unspoken words. “You look beautiful, Miss Emerson,” I whisper, brushing her long brown aside to expose her neck. My tongue moves to the spot below her ear. “Thank you, Mr. Knight, but we’re going to be late, and I’m not sure about you, but I’d like to keep my job.” She laughs, slapping away my wandering hands.

“Don’t worry, I’ll put in a good word with the boss on your behalf.” Cassey turns to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “No need,” she says against my mouth. “I’m screwing the boss, and I can tell you he’s very agreeable.”

With that, Cassey leaves me, and walks to the kitchen. I know what she said is the truth, but what I’m not prepared for is how her words make me feel. ‘I’m screwing the boss’. I don’t like it.

I shrug the thoughts from my mind, and make my way to the kitchen. After grabbing a quick breakfast, Cassey and I decide to walk to the office instead of taking the town car.

“Are you going to stop by the hospital later?” she asks, looking up at me. Her hair sways in the gentle breeze and I fight the innate need to run my fingers though it.

“Yeah, I told my Mom I’ll stop by over lunch. You want to come with?” “I wish I could, but I have a meeting and I thick it’ll run into my lunch hour. But I’d like to go with you tonight, if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course,” I reply, giving her a small smile. I thread our fingers together and ignore the way her eyes dart to the side of my face. We’ve already blurred every other imaginary line in this ‘relationship’, why not just add to the list. We reach the lobby, and step into the elevator. The few people around us get off on the first floor, leaving us alone. I take the opportunity and push Cassey up against the wall. She looks up at me from beneath her thick black lashes. “You’re going to get me in trouble,” I tell her.

She lifts and eyebrow. “And why is that?”

“Because you look so fucking good in that dress, and I don’t think the security team would appreciate us having a repeat of this morning’s sexcapade on camera.” I plant my lips on hers and kiss her. She laughs against my mouth. “Then you’ll just have to be patient, and wait until tonight. Your place or mine?”




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