LOGINThe board vote passed at 9:17 a.m. Jordan signed the final merger papers with Rhonda’s hand steady on his shoulder, her smile bright for the cameras. Inside, his stomach was acid. She leaned in after the handshakes, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Tonight we celebrate properly. Just you and me. I bought that black set you liked.”He nodded, throat tight, and texted Alex under the table: Tonight. My place. 11pm. Bring your key. We’re doing this.Rhonda kept her promise. She cooked—actually cooked—steak and roasted vegetables, opened the good wine. After dinner she pulled him to the bedroom without a word, pushed him onto the bed, and stripped slow, letting him watch every inch. The black lace hugged her curves. She crawled over him, took him in her mouth deep and wet, humming like she loved the taste. Jordan gripped the sheets, hips lifting, but his mind was already halfway out the door.She climbed on, sank down, and rode him with purpose—slow grinds turning into hard bounces, t
Months later. Monday dragged like sandpaper. Rhonda met him at the door when he got home from the office, still in her work blouse but no skirt, just panties. She didn’t say hello—she backed him against the wall, unzipped him, and stroked him hard while kissing his neck.“I’ve been wet thinking about you all day,” she said, voice low. “Conference call was torture. I kept imagining your hands instead of my notes.”Jordan lifted her, pinned her to the wall, and slid in easy—she was dripping. He fucked her standing up, quick and deep, her legs locked around him, heels digging into his back. Every thrust knocked a framed photo crooked. She came fast, clenching, moaning his name into his mouth like she couldn’t hold it in anymore. He followed, spilling inside her while she whispered, “I’m so fucking in love with you it scares me.”He carried her to the couch after, still inside her, softening slow. She stayed draped over him, fingers tracing his lips. “The contract ends in two months.
They drove down from the cabin in silence that wasn’t uncomfortable, just heavy. Rhonda kept her hand on his knee the whole way, occasionally squeezing like she needed the reminder he was real. At a red light she leaned over and kissed him slow, tongue brushing his, tasting like the mint gum she’d chewed after breakfast.“I meant what I said up there,” she told him quietly. “I love you. I know it started as paper and signatures, but it’s not that anymore. Not for me.”Jordan swallowed, nodded, and kissed her back because stopping would have cracked something open he wasn’t ready to face. Her eyes were bright when she pulled away, hopeful in a way that made his ribs feel too small.Back at the penthouse she unpacked while he checked emails. When she came out in just a tank top and panties she didn’t ask—she just climbed onto his lap in the office chair, ground down slow, and whispered, “I need you again. Right here.”He slid her panties aside, two fingers first, then three, stretchin
Rhonda set the cabin without asking. “Just us, three days, no phones if we can swing it,” she said Friday morning, already packing. Jordan nodded, kissed her cheek, and felt the trap close tighter. Alex texted while he was loading the car: You disappear with her and I swear I’ll drive up there and drag you out of bed myself.Of course Alex knew what she was up to.But how can he stop this?Jordan turned his phone off.The drive up the mountain was quiet. Rhonda’s hand rested on his thigh the whole way, thumb stroking lazy circles that crept higher every few miles. By the time they pulled up to the log cabin she was practically vibrating. Inside, she didn’t even let him set the bags down—she pushed him against the door, dropped to her knees, and had his cock in her mouth before he could speak.She was getting better, bolder. Took him deep, gagged a little on purpose, looked up with watery eyes while her hand worked the base.Jordan threaded his fingers in her hair and fucked her th
The weekend hit like a slow burn. Rhonda woke Jordan with her mouth on his neck, hand already stroking him under the sheets. Sunlight striped the bed. She straddled him before he was fully awake, sinking down wet and ready, no words, just a soft moan as she took every inch.“Rhonda w-what are you doing!?" “Morning ride,” she breathed, rolling her hips in lazy circles. Her tits bounced with each movement, nipples hard. Jordan gripped her waist, thumbs digging in, guiding her faster. She leaned down, kissed him messy, tongue chasing his while she ground her clit against his pelvis.“You feel so good inside me,” she whispered. “Like you were made for this.”He flipped them, pinned her wrists, and fucked her steady—deep drags that made her back arch off the mattress. She came clenching around him, legs shaking, whispering “Jordan… fuck, I—” She bit it back, but he heard the rest in her eyes. He spilled inside her with a grunt, forehead pressed to hers, breathing her in.After, she tra
Morning light cut through the penthouse blinds like a knife. Rhonda stirred first, stretching against Jordan’s side in nothing but the black lace from last night, now twisted around her waist. Her hand slid down his stomach, fingers brushing the waistband of his boxers.“Morning, husband,” she said, voice sleepy and warm. She kissed his collarbone, then lower, lips soft on his chest. “Last night was… nice. But I want more today. I want you.”Jordan’s pulse kicked up. He rolled her under him, kissed her deep and slow, tongues lazy like they had all the time in the world. She tasted like toothpaste and last night’s wine. His hand moved between her legs; she was already slick. He rubbed her clit in firm circles until her hips bucked and she gasped his name like it mattered.“Inside me,” she whispered, reaching for his cock. “Please. I need to feel you.”He pushed in slow, inch by inch, watching her face the whole time—eyes fluttering, mouth open, a tiny frown of concentration like she
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