Page 31 of Lemon Drop

I couldn’t find the answer. Was I good? I was better than good. And I had no ability to articulate that. Instead, I whimpered softly.

He stopped.

“Saadiq,” I moaned the complaint.

“Answer me. Are you good, shorty?”

I nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

His hand wrapped around my body, his fingers finding my plump clit.

“You sure you good?” he teased, his thrusts picking up pace as his fingers pulled and played, invoking their own kind of torment. I worked my hips against him greedily.

“Damn, this ass,” he groaned, and I wiggled harder, making sure it bounced against him.

He made me pay for that, taking me harder, faster, until I clamped a desperate hand over my own mouth. He stopped abruptly and dragged it away.

“Nah. Been waiting years. Let me hear you, Apple.”

“Lori—”

“Won’t be back for a while. Let me have everything, baby. I wanted it for so long.”

His voice was so honest, almost plaintive. How could I resist? I gave him every indication of how good he was fucking me, my voice growing hoarse as he plunged deep, filling me repeatedly.

“Saadiq, I’m… I’m gonna c-c-cum,” I stammered.

“Cum, then, baby. I want to feel you nut on my dick while I watch. I love this view, but next time, I’m fucking you so I can watch your pretty face while you take this dick,” he uttered.

Then he bit and sucked on my nape, and I was gone. Legs shaking, stomach caving gone. He followed right behind me, his dick jerking hard as he filled me.

For several long seconds, neither of us said anything. How could I? My heart was still racing, my body humming in this afterglow. Behind me, Saadiq lay against my back, so close I could feel every breath he took. Even before he pulled out of me, I was steeling myself to withdraw from him. My pussy was full of his cum, my thighs damp with it, as I prepped the words that I thought I needed to say, words that would protect my job and my heart from Saadiq Masters.

But the words weren’t right. They didn’t fit this situation, not after actually having him inside me. Not when I was feeling all that I was now. What the hell had I done? How had I convinced myself that I could handle this so nonchalantly? Had I done it for the right reasons? Had I done it for the wrong reasons? I felt so damn confused. I wasn’t supposed to be confused.

He stood me up and my palms shot out to rest on the desk, helping me balance myself despite how completely unstable I felt. I turned around, and he let his lips graze my forehead. I pulled away from him. It was just a little bit, but of course, Saadiq noticed. His eyes searched my face.

“Apple?”

I looked away. Suddenly, I was searching for my clothes. My blouse. I just needed my blouse. Saadiq moved. I found my bra first and snatched it up.

“Topaz.”

“I heard you,” I snapped.

I maneuvered into my bra, then found the bright blue shirt. I concentrated on the buttons, refusing to look at him. My fingers were shaking. Saadiq caught my hands.

“Stop,” he said softly.

I ignored that. “I want to get dressed.”

“I see that. Can you just stop for a second?”

His warm hands closed over mine. I yanked my hands away. His face changed. It wasn’t too obvious, but I knew that face well. I’d hurt him. Damn. Still, that realization didn’t make me slow down. Instead, I fumbled more.

“We probably shouldn’t have done this,” I whispered.

Saadiq went completely still. I closed my eyes, realizing I was making this worse. “That’s not—” I started.