The Hookup Handbook(34)
I push my hips back experimentally, and revel in the soft grunt he releases. “It’s so good. So, so good,” I cry out.
His hands tighten their grip on my hips as he pulls me back onto him.
“Goddamn. Fuck.” His voice rumbles low, vibrating in his chest, and I shudder at the sound of it.
The heat inside me builds again as Case quickens his pace. Every thrust hits my G-spot with laser precision. He tangles his fingers in my bedhead while mine hold tight to the sheets, every thrust deeper and sweeter than the last.
“Yes,” I murmur, lifting my ass to meet his thrusts.
“Oh fuck, Sienna. Fuck.”
Need rips from his throat in heavy groans as his grip tightens. He takes me harder and quicker, my whole body tightening and tensing around him until it’s too much for either of us to hold.
I fall helplessly into the warm, pulsing buzz of my second orgasm, with Case following just moments behind. As he comes, I can just barely hear him groan my name, and although I’m drained, it still sends a tingle across my skin as we collapse into each other.
“Wow,” I whisper on a sharp exhale, finding my breath. “Like . . . wow-wow.”
I search my brain for a hint of eloquence, but I can’t come up with anything even marginally romantic to say. Hell, I think if he asked me my name right this second, I might not know the answer. He’s drained me of everything.
“Yeah?” He half chuckles, half sighs.
I lie there, wrapped in his strong arms again, just the way I woke up. I weigh the idea of falling back asleep. Maybe if we slept this off, we’d have the energy in a few hours to do that one more time. If we don’t leave the bed, it doesn’t count, right?
As I begin to nod off, Case makes the practical decision for both of us. He unwraps me from his arms and sits up, the thud of his feet meeting the floor a sound of finality. I guess we have to get back to being boss and employee.
“You wanna borrow a T-shirt or something?” he asks, swinging open his closet door and scanning through his options.
I hold back a giggle. If I’m going to wear Case’s clothes to work, I might as well hang a sign around my neck that says I SLEPT WITH MY BOSS LAST NIGHT.
“I think I’ll head home to shower and come back. I told Ryder I was spending the night at Allison’s. Probably best not to show up to work wearing yesterday’s clothes and looking freshly fucked.”
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, looking for where my clothes ended up. A smile twitches my lips as I spot my ripped ballet tights on the floor. Yup, definitely need to go home and grab new clothes. I pull on my leotard and skirt, tucking the tights into my purse to dispose of later.
“You’ll be back?” Case asks.
“Yes, I’ll be back by nine. That’s what time you pay me to get here,” I remind him, then cheekily add, “This overtime was free of charge. Since I know you’re used to being paid, not paying for this type of thing.”
“What can I say?” Case shrugs. “You’re a welcome change of pace.”
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It turns out the difference between a lousy workday and a productive workday is a few damn good orgasms and a full night’s sleep.
Since the second I walked into Case’s office at nine, his fingers have hardly left his keyboard. He’s flown through two full chapters, pushing us ahead of schedule, even with all the falling behind we did yesterday. Of course, there have been a few flirty comments passed back and forth, but other than that, we’ve both stayed totally focused for the whole day. I can’t remember either of us leaving the office in the past eight hours for anything other than running to the bathroom or refilling our coffee.
As Case’s fingers clatter away, I wrap up my second read-through of his freshly written chapter on advanced intimacy. I can’t help but view this chapter with new eyes, especially since I know how amazing the man is in bed, but that only makes it more fun to edit. He describes each detail perfectly, and I make a mental note to buy this book once it comes out so I can relive last night over and over again.
I’ve hardly left any comments or made any edits to this chapter. The quality of writing really matches the quality of performance. I start to tell Case that I’m sending the barely revised file back to him, but a knock on the door interrupts me.
“Come in,” Case calls out, his fingers not pausing from their typing for half a second.
Through the door steps Ryder, looking hesitant, like a puppy who just got scolded. “Okay if I interrupt?” he asks, still standing in the doorway. “I remembered to knock this time.”
“You’re good. We’re just finishing up for the day.” Case clicks his mouse, presumably saving his work, then smiles up at Ryder. “What can we do ya for?”
Ryder cocks an eyebrow. “You’re in a much better mood today.”
“Yeah, well, we’ve been a lot more productive today. Right, Sienna?”
“Absolutely. I’d say yesterday was more of a one-time thing.” I shoot Case a sideways glance and catch him smirking at my joke.
“Well, I’m glad you’re back on your game. I just thought I’d swing in to see if you guys wanted to grab dinner. I just got a mega-good tip from a client, so it’s on me. Consider it an apology for interrupting your work yesterday.”
Gross. I don’t want to think about how he earned that tip, but whatever. I make note of my grumbling stomach. I hardly realized we worked straight through lunch, but it’s catching up with me now.