Page 161 of So This Is War
I press my palm flat against the wall as a wave of pleasure rips through me, the beginning of my orgasm.
“Oh my God,” I say as I shake under his touch.
“That’s it, Wylie. Get loud, baby, let me hear you.”
He continues to pulse into me, rocking me so hard that I start losing strength as my head knocks into the wall. His fingers are like magic, working over my clit, causing this tremendous sensation to beat through me, a sensation so great that I don’t think I’m ready for it.
But he doesn’t care.
He wants me to come.
He continues to rock into me, rub my clit . . . bite my shoulder.
“Oh God, Levi. Oh fuck,” I say as my orgasm climbs and climbs and climbs until I hit the edge, and with one final pulse, I tip over, crying out his name in ecstasy as I convulse around him.
“Jesus fuck,” he roars as he stills behind me, my pussy contracting, squeezing him. He groans and then pulls out of me, and his warm cum hits my ass. “Christ,” he groans as I feel his hand smooth over my backside. “Fuck, Wylie.” He breathes heavily and pulls away.
Holy fuck. That was...I have no words. All I know is that it was so worth the wait. Everything about that was incredible. His need for me. The way he smacked me.“Fuck, Wylie, you’re my dream girl.”His words. The feel of him stretching me, filling me.Fucking. Me.Nothing has ever felt that good. All I can do is shake my head, too breathless to speak.Was it because of our insane attraction to each other? Or just the undeniable chemistry between us?
From the corner of my eye, I see him grab a wet wipe from a drawer. He cleans himself up and then walks over to me and cleans me up as well. When he’s done, he pulls my skirt downand tosses the wet wipe away. When I stand tall, I face him and watch him stuff himself back in his pants before zipping up.
I reach for my top and notice that it’s completely broken. There’s no way it’s going back on me.
I hold it up to him, and he smiles. Cupping my chin, he presses a soft kiss to my lips before saying, “Sorry about that.” He unbuttons his shirt and offers it to me. I slip my arms through it and then take the two ends and tie them together in a knot just below my breasts.
Levi’s eyes watch in wonderment. When I’m done, I press my hand to his bare chest and stand on my toes, offering him a kiss on the chin.
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” he says before taking my hand and walking out of the private room, him shirtless and me feeling like I just walked on freaking water.
LEVI
I’m fucking buzzing.
I’ve never felt more alive than at this moment, walking hand in hand with Wylie back to my apartment.
We were silent for the entire drive back, but I kept my hand on her thigh. When we arrived, I told her to wait in the car so I could open the door for her. Then I took her hand in mine and kept her close as we made our way up to my floor.
Now that we’re back at my apartment, there is one thing on my mind . . . apologizing.
I let us in the apartment, lock up, and kick my shoes off. When she stands there, unsure, I take her hand and lead her to the couch, where I sit with her.
“I need to talk to you,” I say, causing a pinch in her brow to form.
She wets her lips. “Listen, I know we crossed a line?—”
“I’m sorry, Wylie.”
She pauses, and her eyes start to well up. “Levi, please. Can we just take a second before we start claiming what happened was a mistake?”
Now it’s my turn for my brow to crease. “What do you mean a mistake?” I ask. “I don’t think any of that was a mistake.”
“You don’t?”
I shake my head as I lace our fingers together. “No, I’m apologizing because of what I’ve put you through.” I shake my head again. “Fuck, Wylie, I never should have agreed to take you on as my assistant and let your dad use me. I . . . I feel fucking sick about it, and now that this is all fucking over, I’m realizing that the past couple of weeks have been a giant waste of our time.” I let out a deep breath and look her in the eyes. “I never should have treated you the way that I did. I should have cherished you. I should have told you the truth right away. I should have worked with you instead of against you. It was foolish, and I was a scared motherfucker, and I’m sorry, Wylie. You deserve so much better.”
This time, she shakes her head. “No, I should have told you I knew when I worked it out.Ishouldn’t have played this game. I was trying to prove something, prove my worth, that I’m better than the person my dad thinks I am. .. and I got lost. I’m sorry, Levi. This all happened because of me.”
“Prove your worth?” I ask. “Wylie, you have nothing to prove.”
