Broken Vows - EXCERPT

“Do you really have to go?”

I pause in the process of buttoning my cuff link, eyeing the woman in the bed.

“I’ve got a meeting,” I say reluctantly.

Rita lifts one shaped brow, stretching her hands above her head, dark hair splayed against the white pillowcase. The matching sheet is provocatively draped over her breasts, the thin material doing nothing to hide the hard points of her nipples. “You can miss it, can’t you?”

A low laugh leaves my lips. “I’m one of the only people they would actually notice missing.” I finish with my cuffs, approaching the side of the bed. She watches me, a coy smile playing on her full lips. “Don’t you have work? You told me you only had an hour. It’s been”—I check my watch—“over ninety minutes.”

She lifts a shoulder, the movement causing the sheet to drop lower, exposing one breast. Before I even realize I’m moving, my hand is cupping her, thumb strumming over the tight peak. She lowers one of her arms, dragging it slowly down the dark skin of her body and under the sheet, the movement telling me when she’s dipping her fingers between her legs, a sexy little gasp escaping her.

I drag my lower lip through my teeth. “You wet?”

“Yes,” she moans. “All slippery and swollen. I’d be even wetter if you hadn’t used a condom.” She pouts up at me, and I give her a vicious pinch in response. “Ow!”

“Don’t push me, Rita,” I warn as I let her go, bending down to suck the abused nipple into my mouth. “You know why we use condoms.”

“I know, I know.” She runs her free hand through my tousled hair, tugging ruthlessly, while the other moves furiously. I can hear how slick she is, and my cock hardens against my zipper. “I want to feel you dripping out of me, a reminder for the rest of the day that you were inside me.”

Arousal coils low in my belly, but my phone chimes with an alarm, and I step back regretfully.

“The CEO is visiting our branch today,” I tell her. “I really can’t miss this meeting. There’s been rumors that he’s thinking of making moves to finally fill the managing director position, and I know I’ve got a good fucking shot at getting it.”

Rita’s hand never stops moving, even as she frowns up at me. “When will I see you again?”

“I don’t know.” She pulls her hand out with an aggravated huff, her fingers shiny with her juices. I growl. “Did I say you could stop?”

A flush creeps up her neck, filling her cheeks as her eyes glaze over. “No, sir,” she murmurs, and I hum my approval as her hand goes back between her legs.

“Put your fingers inside you,” I order. “Nice and deep, like I’m fucking you with my cock.”

She does it straight away, her chest heaving with each breath. “I want your cock,” she pleads. “It wasn’t enough. Please.”

I look at my phone, doing a quick calculation of how long it’ll take me to get to the office from the hotel. A second later, I’m cursing, wrestling with my belt buckle.

“Fuck it.” I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her upward, just as I get my pants unzipped and fish my hard cock out. “Suck me,” I demand.

Triumph gleams in her dark eyes before she drops to her stomach, hands gripping my clothed hips as she finds my dick with her mouth. She doesn’t waste any time, taking me deep into her throat and swallowing, and I drop my head back.

“Yes! That’s it. Let me fuck your throat.” I jerk her head up and down my shaft, forcing the broad tip past her limits, groaning when she convulses around me. I glance down at her, finding her lashes spiky and wet, tears dripping down her cheeks to mingle with her saliva. “Is that what you wanted?” I pant. “You wanted me to fill your mouth with my big dick?”

She moans, her tongue swirling around my length, dipping into the slit in the head of my cock, scooping up the pre-cum with relish. I pump my hips a few more times before pulling out, ignoring her grunt of dissatisfaction as I demand, “Hands and knees, ass in the air.”

She gets into position, her legs spread widely, showing me her wet pussy as she bends toward the bed, her cheek on the sheets. She wiggles her hips from side to side, her hand slipping under her, fingers swirling around her clit.

I fist my cock, jacking myself with her spit as I watch her. She writhes against her own hand, her breathy sounds ramping up my arousal, heating my blood. I step forward, my knees hitting the mattress, lodging the head of my dick at her entrance. She’s wet and tight, her hole gaping around me, trying to suck me into her body. I lick my lips, temptation pulling at me, telling me to sink myself deep inside her and coat her with my cum.

“Do it,” Rita tells me. “Fuck me. Please.” She bounces her hips, and I sink into her. An inch. Two. She flutters her inner muscles around me, but reason creeps back in, reminding me of the line I’m about to cross.

It’s my own line, but it’s there all the same.

I back off, pulling a condom out of my pants pocket, ripping the foil and quickly covering my dick. Rita looks at me, disappointment filling her eyes, and I land a heavy hand against her ass, watching the flesh jiggle as she yelps.

“I told you,” I growl at her. “Don’t fucking push me.” I sink inside her with one brutal thrust, not giving her a chance to adjust before I’m setting a furious pace, my hips slapping against her. “You’ll take what I fucking give you,” I pant. “You’ll take every fucking drop, and you’ll come back, begging for more.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she cries out, planting both hands on the bed, trying to keep her balance. I slide my hand under her, going for her clit, and her pussy clamps down so hard on my shaft that I see stars.

I lean down, sinking my teeth into the meaty part of her shoulder, sucking her skin into my mouth and leaving a mark. Rita’s meeting each thrust with one of her own, throwing her hips back, grinding her sopping wet pussy down on my hand.

“You better come now,” I say. “You don’t come before me, you don’t come at all.”

“No—”

“Yes,” I hiss, pistoning my hips inside her as my balls draw up tight. “You wanted to get off, so get fucking off, Rita.” An electricity surges down my spine, my dick throbbing in time with my pulse. I pinch her clit hard, rolling it between my fingers, and she screams, her entire body going taut just as I fill the condom with rope after rope of cum.

Sweat is dotting my brow, and I know I’ll need to change my shirt when I get back to the office. But my shoulders have loosened with the euphoria of the orgasm, my mind clearer than it’s been all morning.

“Two must be the magic number,” I mutter, pulling my softening dick out of her just as Rita collapses onto her stomach. Her pussy is red and swollen, and I thrust my fingers inside her, grinning when she flinches and tries to wriggle away from me.

“Too much,” she mutters.

“Don’t give a fuck,” I tell her, even as I pull the fingers out and reach up, stuffing them into her mouth. “You fucking love it.”

She glares at me, but doesn’t fight, sucking the taste of herself—and latex—off my fingers, swirling her tongue around the digits until it’s all gone. She rolls over as I tuck my dick away, doing up my belt.

“I don’t want to wait months before I see you again,” she says quietly, some of the petulance leaving her voice. That’s what I like about Rita; she knows when to push, and she knows when to back the fuck off.

I give her a considering look. “I’ll find time.” I lean down, cupping her cheek, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip. “Wait for my text.”

Without another look, I turn and head out, firmly shutting the door behind me. The hotel is three blocks from the office, so I grab a taxi instead of walking, already knowing I’m pushing my luck with how late I am. As I settle into the back seat, I pull out my phone, frowning at the message from my assistant, Gail.

Gail

Your wife called to remind you about dinner with your parents this evening. Would you like me to confirm?

The tension I just released inside Rita squirrels its way back up my spine, tempting me to tell the driver to turn around and take me back to the hotel. I tap out a message, telling her that I’ll call my wife myself, and turn my attention out the window, mind shifting to the meeting I’m about to walk into, and how I can use it to make sure the promotion to managing director is mine.