Nemesis(21)

“Hey.” I smile and close my laptop, placing it on the floor before leaning against the bed.

“Hey,” he says, giving me a quick kiss on the lips before sitting down on the floor by my legs. I don’t know why he sits there and not on the bed. He’s wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, his legs bent before him. He kisses the side of my thigh, and I decide to join him down there, sitting on the carpet next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. Once I’m settled, he kisses the top of my head. I rest my hand on his thigh and close my eyes, breathing him in. He seems so relaxed, but also so quiet. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies, turning to nuzzle my neck. “Why are you sitting on the floor?”

“Because you’re here.”

He moves to kneel in front of me and I grip his t-shirt, using it to pull him forward so I can kiss his lips. The kiss soon becomes heated, my hands on each side of his face while his grip my thighs, and then slowly push up my dress. When he ends the kiss and moves back, lying on his stomach, I watch as he lifts my dress a little higher and spreads my thighs. Moving my panties to the side, he licks my * then slides his tongue inside me, all the while keeping his eyes on me. I can’t do anything but look back into them, watching him, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as the pleasure builds. I imagine what we look like, both of us on the floor, Cohen going down on me. I lay my head back on the bed, breaking eye contact.

“Cohen,” I whisper. “Please, f*ck me.”

He licks my clit, ignoring me.

“Cohen,” I say, louder this time, tugging on his hair.

He pulls back suddenly and stands, picks me up from the floor and throws me onto the bed. He removes his shirt, and then is on top of me, kissing me almost desperately. I can feel his hard cock pressing through his jeans, and I reach down and start to undo his belt while he thrusts against me, exactly where I want him to be right now. I get the buckle undone, then start working on his jeans button and zipper. I nail it. Soon, his cock is out, my panties are off, and he’s inside me, f*cking me hard and deep, just the way I want it.

“Cohen, yes,” I moan, burying my face in his neck, kissing him there, wanting to taste every part of him. He thrusts into me over and over again, then rolls me over and slides into me from behind. When he touches my clit, I come instantly, already on the verge from his mouth. I call out his name before burying my face into my pillow, biting it. Cohen continues to f*ck me until he’s ready to come, then pulls out. I turn around and look up at him.

“Where do you want it?” he asks, tone dark and husky.

His gaze roams over my breasts, then over my face. I decide to take matters into my own hands, grabbing his cock and putting it in my mouth just as the first spurt of cum leaves it. I swallow as he moans and cups my head. Once he’s done, he pulls away and looks down at me, “Fucking hell, Jacinta,” he says, collapsing on the bed and taking me with him. “That was amazing. You are amazing.”

He’s the amazing one.





Chapter Eleven


I knock on the door of his office the next morning, file in hand.

“Come in,” he calls out.

I open the door and walk in, my heels clicking as I approach his desk. “Here is the Mason file.”

“Thanks,” he says, glancing up from his laptop. He looks behind me and asks, “Is anyone else here?”

“No,” I reply, putting the file on his desk. “But don’t get any ideas. They can come back at any moment.”

“You worry too much, Jacinta.” He grins, crooking his finger at me. “You can at least give me a kiss, especially since I don’t get to see you tonight.”

Yes, about that. Who is he going to see tonight, if not me? I can’t ask, I know I can’t, but I really do want to know.

He’s not yours, and you’re meant to be okay with it.

I have to be okay with it.

I am.

I hope.

I glance at the door, then bend down and give him a quick kiss, but he has other ideas and deepens it. I put my hands on his shoulders to brace myself, then use them as leverage to push me back.

“More,” he demands, licking his lips.

“No,” I tell him, taking a few steps back. “I have to get back to work, and if someone sees us…”

I’ll probably lose my job, and he’ll get to keep his.

I’m replaceable here, no matter how much they all tell me that they can’t function without me. And isn’t that a buzzkill?

I flash him a smile then close his office door behind me, heading back to my desk. The rest of the day passes slowly. Cohen walks me out to my car, his hand on my lower back. It sucks that it’s the most touching we’re going to be able to do right now; we can’t even have a quick kiss in case anyone sees. He opens my door for me, his hand now on my hip, squeezing gently. Yeah, he wants to touch me as much as I want to touch him. I’m glad he doesn’t try and kiss me, because I probably would have kissed him back, and then we’d be in a world of shit.

“Bye, Cohen,” I say, staring into his eyes, hoping that he isn’t going to be with another woman tonight. It’s just one night; surely he can manage without sex?

“Have a good night with Sadie, Jacinta,” he tells me, keeping one hand on the door, the other on the hood. “Call me if you need anything, or if you change your mind and want to see me. I can always come over after the two of you finish your bonding session.”