The Casanova by T L Swan

ELLIOT

I lean on my elbow as I watch her sleep.

Her hair is splayed across the pillow as she lies on her side facing me, her bare breasts falling across her chest. I lean in and kiss her temple softly, the need to be closer to her almost primal.

We crossed a boundary tonight, broke through some kind of invisible barrier.

My heart is freefalling from my chest and I have no way of stopping it. Nor would I want to.

What’s happening?

I’ve never felt like this before.

There’s no border between us; the separation of the two of us is blurred. She’s like an extension of my body. . . only, in a better way.

She stirs and puts her hand out for me. “El,” she whispers.

“I’m here, baby,” I whisper as I snuggle in closer, put my head on her chest.

She smiles softly with her eyes closed and falls back to sleep.

In the darkness, in her arms, I listen to her heartbeat.

And I lose sight of mine.

“Good morning, girls,” I say as I walk through reception.

They look up from their tasks. “Good morning, Mr. Miles.”

Christopher is standing at his office door. “Hey.”

“Lovely day, isn’t it?” I smile.

He frowns. “Not really.”

“Oh.” I look out of the window and shrug. “Ah, but it’s not snowing, is it?”

“Who are you and what have you done with my grumpy prick of a brother?” Christopher replies dryly. “It’s like the fucking Sound of Music around here.”

The girls laugh and I walk into my office and unpack my computer as amusement fills me.

“What’s going on?” I look up to see Christopher watching me as he leans on the doorjamb.

“Nothing, why?”

“Well, you’re up, you’re down, furious, then quiet, you’re like a one-man fucking circus.”

I log into my computer. “A good night’s sleep is all we needed. I mean me,” I correct myself. “I slept well.”

He walks in, suddenly interested. “No, you said ‘we.’”

“I meant me.”

“No, you didn’t.” He sits on the side of my desk. “You’re seeing someone aren’t you?”

I type in my email login.

“Who is she?”

“None of your business. Get out.”

Knock, knock: I glance up to see Kate standing at the door.

Shit.

“Morning, Kathryn,” I say, my eyes roaming down to her toes and back up to her face. Her fair hair is down and tucked behind one ear and her smile instantly lights up the room. She’s wearing a black, fitted pencil skirt and a cream, silk blouse; her top button is undone with just a hint of what’s underneath—perfection.

I feel the blood as it rushes around my body.

Was she always this hot. . . or do I see it more clearly now that I know what she does with those killer curves?

I get a vision of her on top of me naked and I bite my bottom lip to push the pornographic thought away.

“Is now a bad time, Mr. Miles?” she asks. “I have the report you’ve been waiting for.”

“No.” Christopher smiles. “Come in, Kate. You can help me pry information out of him.”

“Information?” She looks between us.

“He seems to be in a very uncharacteristic good mood lately. I want to know what’s responsible.” He crosses his arms in front of him. “Or who?”

“Oh.” A trace of a smile crosses her face. “I don’t think you have to worry, in no time he’ll return to his ogre self. Let’s enjoy the peace while we can.”

“Fair call,” he agrees.

“Just give me the report and get out, both of you.” I sigh as I throw a manila folder onto my desk.

“Ah, there he is. Crisis averted.” Kathryn smiles. “Give it three minutes and he’ll be screaming the office down.”

“Keep going and I will be,” I snap.

Kathryn’s eyes dance with mischief as her eyes hold mine.

My cock throbs. . . stop it.

What is it about this woman? She turns me into a horny schoolboy. “Are you staying for this meeting?” I ask Christopher.

“No, I got my own shit to do.” He gets up and ambles out. “Do you want the door closed?”

“Yes.” My eyes hold Kate’s. “Thank you.”

Christopher leaves and I stand and walk to the door, flick the lock.

Kate’s eyes widen. “Elliot, no,” she whispers.

I walk toward her. “Telling me no is the ultimate aphrodisiac, Landon.” I grab her roughly on the behind and pull her toward me. I bite her bottom lip and drag her over my hard cock.

“Stop,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Do you really want me to stop?” I grab her hair aggressively and pull her face back to mine. “Or do you want me to take you into my bathroom and pump you full of come. Like the naughty employee you are.” I knead her breast with force as I bite her hard on the neck, and she throws her head back, granting me full access.

Fuck I love these tits; her body was built for sin.

My sin.

“Elliot,” she murmurs, her eyes fluttering closed, and I know that look.

She wants it.

I take her hand and drag her into the bathroom and close the door, fall onto the chair in the corner and in one quick movement, I unzip my fly and pull her skirt up. I pull her panties to the side and position myself at her entrance.

I put my hands on her shoulders and slam her down onto me, stretching her tight body to the hilt.

We fall silent as we stare at each other.

“You’re a bad man, Mr. Miles,” she whispers.

A slow smile crosses my face. “And you’re a dirty girl. Get those fucking legs up, Landon, and work my cock.” I bite her neck with force, the need to bruise her overwhelming.

With dark eyes she brings her legs up and puts her feet on the chair, bringing her into a squatting position. She’s only just learned how to take me like this; my size was an issue and we had to work up to it.

I feel every one of her muscles as they ripple around me, and it’s all I can do not to blow.

We’re in my office for Pete’s sake. . . this isn’t good, but there’s no way in hell I can stop. My addiction to Kathryn Landon isn’t slowing down. Like a forest fire in a wind storm, I’m completely out of control.

She fucks me.

Hard, unbridled, and wet.

Like animals, we feed from each other’s bodies. . . and I love every fucking second of it.