His pace increased, his cock plunging into me faster, the brush of his balls against my flesh because he was going so deep, holding himself there, stirring inside me. I wanted it, wanted all of it and more. I craved this, the glorious surrender of it, the filthy knowledge that we were bent over a bed in my parents’ inn, rutting like animals on the white sheets, moaning and screaming and writhing together. I slipped my hand down my stomach, pressed my fingers to my clit, rocking with his ever thrust. I loved the wet slide of his big cock in me, loved the slap of his thighs against mine when he got wound up and really went for it. I rubbed myself as he pumped into me. His hand slid around my stomach, pulled me up.
“Put your foot on the bed,” he groaned. When I did, he slid in deeper, made me moan.
Then his hand came around and cupped my mound, putting pressure on my clit as he thrust into me from behind, my arm reaching back around his neck. I looked back, craned my neck for his kiss, all tongue and teeth and wild urgency. He pressed hard, made me come again. I dipped forward onto the bed, my inner muscles convulsing around his thick invasion. He gripped my hips to hold me still and thrust into me fast and hard, again and again until I felt him come, felt the hot liquid rush of his orgasm inside me. I clawed at the sheets as he finished, as if I could climb the bed.
He lay on his side and pulled me back against him to spoon me. Nothing had ever felt so good as his hot skin, his body wrapped around me, caressing me, holding me, kissing my hair.
“So beautiful,” he said, “so perfect.”
I couldn’t say a word. It was too good. I didn’t want to spoil the moment with anything I might say. Because I only wanted to ask one thing. How could my worst enemy make love to me like that? And I wasn’t prepared to hear an answer for it.
He held me in his arms, nuzzled my neck and ear, whispered the sweetest things. Gathering me closer to his chest, he whispered to me.
“No matter what happens, I don’t want us to lose this,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, suddenly less cozy and hazy, more alert.
“When the factory closes, don’t let that come between us, Maggie.”
“How?” I asked.
I sat up, scooted away from him on the bed. I even reached for the sheet. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and I sure as hell couldn’t hear it naked and uncovered. I felt like I’d been slapped.
“You know what I mean. I mean I like you too much, no, like isn’t the word. My feelings for you are too strong to let business get in the way. This may have started out because we were on opposite sides of the factory closure, but you have to see now that we’re more than that.”
“The factory closure,” I said flatly.
“We both know what the recommendation has to be. I’m just glad that you decided to let that go. To live in the moment and stop carrying the weight of the world,” he said it so affectionately, reached out to touch my curls. I jerked away.
“I never dreamed after all we’ve been to each other and after what you’ve seen in this community that you’d still shut it down,” I said in disbelief.
“What? You thought that because we were sleeping together, I’d turn in a false report? I mean, you should know that I considered it, even though it would cost me my job. That’s how attracted I am to you. But in the end, I couldn’t sacrifice my integrity. I came here to do a job, and to do it well. The fact that I got mixed up with you is a definite plus, but it doesn’t change anything ultimately,” he said.
I wanted to smack him in his smug face. I felt sick, betrayed, furious as hell.
“So you’re saying I should be flattered that you decided to fuck me and fuck over the entire town at the same time? You’ll probably win a plaque for multitasking. I really thought there was more to you than a shiny city boy out to make a buck. That was my mistake, not taking you at shallow face value. I thought when I met you that you were a slick piece of shit, and I should’ve trusted my first impression.”
I scrambled out of the bed and started pulling on my clothes.
“Wait, Maggie, it came out wrong. I can explain. I’m crazy about you. I don’t want this to come between us. I’m sure you think I’m the asshole right now, but I’m just the guy who makes the report. I have to call it like I see it. Hadley’s the asshole shutting the place down. I just ran the numbers. And I ran into you. This amazing, smart-mouthed girl that I—”