Don't You Dare Stop

I gasped for breath when his lips left mine and landed on my neck. He grunted and cursed as he filled me. He was hitting places in me I didn't know existed. I cried out again and he stilled momentarily.

"Am I hurting you?"

I tugged at his hair, filled with impatience. "Don't you dare stop."

He chuckled, sliding his nose up my jawline. "God, I've missed you. I’ve missed this." He then proceeded to pound me into the door so hard that I was surprised we didn't break it down. Whatever wood he had used for it was definitely worth the buck.

Maybe it was my already amped-up arousal from thinking about being with him all morning. Maybe it was the thrill of sex in a semi-public space. Maybe it was the two-week drought.

Or maybe this was what make-up sex was all about.

I wasn't sure the reason why, but it didn't take long at all before I was seeing stars and he was groaning his release. He kissed me hard, moaning into my mouth, his thrusts slowing as he came down. His kisses softened as he stilled, but he kept me pinned to the door.

"Are you tired of holding me up?"

He pulled his face back, his eyes heavy-lidded as he smiled smugly. "No. I'm nowhere close to being done with you yet. Just give me a few minutes to get it back up."

I laughed, brushing my fingers through his hair. That didn't sound bad to me at all. I had a lot of pent-up energy to get out.

"Who was that on the phone when I walked in?"

"You mean when you stormed in?" he asked, grinning at me. "That was—" He named a famous director and it made my throat dry.

"Oh."

Fuck my life. He laughed again, nuzzling my neck. "God, I love you."

After a couple more minutes of kissing, he tightened his grip on my wiggling hips. "Why are you squirming around?"

I buried my face in the crook of his neck so he couldn't see my blush. It was his fault I couldn't keep still.

"It tickles," I mumbled.

"What tickles?"

He was going to make me say it.

"Your stuff."

One of his hands moved to tilt my head until he could see my face. "What are you talking about?"

I bit my lip, trying to squash my embarrassment. I should be able to say these things to him.

I couldn't look at him while I did it though. I shook off his hand, placing my lips next to his ear.

"You are dripping down my thigh and it tickles."

I gasped when he growled, spun us around, and carried me over to his desk. Several items clattered to the floor from his sweeping hand before he placed me down on top. He eased me back until I was resting flat, and he bent over me, kissing me hard.

"Damn that's fucking hot."

Men were so weird.

How was that hot? Was this like a marking your territory kind of thing? Did I have to worry about him peeing on my leg next? Whatever it meant, it immediately ended Nicholas' time-out period. He and Cocky Jr. were both ready to go again. In fact, he was an energized bunny.

On the desk. Next to the desk. Against the window. Eventually winding up with us on the couch.

We were both sweaty messes as he had me on my knees, holding onto the armrest. I was exhausted, but it felt so good.

"Give me one more, baby," he said in my ear, his hand pulling my hair to the side roughly as his other arm wrapped around my body.

He was behind me, on top of me, his chest pressing against my back when he plunged deep. Both of us were breathing heavily while he held me fast, pushing and pulling until I came again. I didn't even know how many times it had been, the last couple of hours meshing together in one long wave of pleasure.

My arms finally gave out, and I fell limp against the cushions as he finished. He had turned me into jello.

But the good kind of jello. Blissful jello with bright orange and red colors. Not the nasty green jello with marshmallows floating around.

My mind went to absurd places when I was in the midst of a sexathon.

"Did I wear you out, baby?" He was back to lovey-dovey post-orgasmic Nicholas, giving me soft kisses on my shoulders and back. I didn't even mind his satisfied tone.

I mumbled something and he chuckled.

"Hold tight. I'll be right back."

I missed his weight as soon as he stood up, but I couldn't move. It was possible the last orgasm had given me partial paralysis. The sound of water running in his bathroom was followed quickly by his return.

His arms came around me, turning me over before he used a towel to clean me up a little. I opened my eyes, finding his lips curved up in a smile as he watched me.

"I'm glad you came down here today."

I nodded and returned his smile. "Me too."

He removed the towel, his fingers sliding up to rest on my stomach. "I bet you two are hungry. Why don't you relax and I'll have something brought up?"

My stomach rumbled as if on cue. I was too tired to even be embarrassed by it. "Yes."

He glanced around at the clothes strewn all over the floor, shaking his head at my torn garments before picking up the shirt he had been wearing.

"I don't think you'll be able to wear what you came in. Why don't you put this on for now?"

I looked down at myself and it was a pitiful sight. I was naked except for one thigh-high stocking that remained partially on, its war wounds present in several holes and runs. Giggles bubbled up in my throat as I took it the rest of the way off and slipped on the shirt Nicholas handed me.

After buttoning it up, I stretched out on the couch and closed my eyes. I just needed a small rest to get my strength back.

A small rest turned into several hours. I awoke to my husband’s soft voice, finding him crouching down next to my head and his suit jacket draped over my body like a blanket.

"There you are. I was starting to get worried I wouldn't be able to wake you up."

I rubbed my eyes and sat up. "What time is it?"

"Around five." He handed me a glass of juice and a plate with a sandwich and crackers. "It's almost dinner time, but I know you must be starving. Why don't you eat a little to keep you comfortable until we get home?”

I munched away while my drowsiness dissipated. Nicholas was dressed in another suit, walking back to his desk to rummage through some papers, and the room was back to normal as I looked around.

"Hey, did Virgil ever show up? He had some news for us."

He smiled at me from across the room. "Yeah, he was here. I didn't want to interrupt your sleep though."

He sounded so proud of himself for tiring me out with his stamina. I would have rolled my eyes, but I was too busy eating.

"Well, what did he say?"

"Did he tell you that Rosemary tried to screw Benson for information?" He waited until I nodded. "According to Benson, he did tell her we had a signed agreement before marrying, but he swears Rosemary never saw the document. He claims there are no longer any copies either on paper or saved on any drive."

"That's good news. So, you think Rosemary was just taking a stab in the dark when she talked to your father and sent me the letter?"

He nodded. "It appears so. Benson let some details slip when she offered herself up." He shuddered a little, probably sickened that he had ever been with her in the first place so many years ago. "But as far as he was concerned, it was simply a prenup, even if it may have contained clauses that would have been considered out of the ordinary."

"What now? Anything more with Hector?"

He sneered and shook his head. "No. But he'll get what's coming to him." He paced around for a minute before turning back toward me. "As for now, I'm going to take you home, put you in a long bath, and we're going to have a nice dinner."

I set my plate aside and stood up. "What's with the smirk?" I asked, watching his face.

"Nothing. I like seeing you with sex hair and wearing my shirt. I imagine the tongues will be wagging when we walk out to the car."

I shrugged and popped another cracker in my mouth. "I guess this is one of the perks of being Mrs. Rowe."

"Damn straight."