Free Corporate Fire: Corporate Romance Book 1 by Evelyn Aster

want everything from here on out to be perfect. I think I'm falling in love with you.”
    Her eyes bulged. She was the one who'd just orgasmed, not him. She waited for the panic to set in, but there was no shortness of breath or tightness in her chest. In fact she wanted to pull him to her and whisper that she loved him too.
    “See, I just scared you silent. I'm going to get some ice for you and some for my cock, and I'll be right back.” He headed for the door.
    She had to giggle at that, and it relieved some of the tension. “I think I'll change while you're gone then.”
    He stopped at the door. “If you change and I change, when I come back it'll be the start of our second date.”
    She full out laughed, took a pillow from the bed and threw it at him. “You could've had me just now, and you're counting dates?”
    He caught it and threw it back to her. “I'm trying my damnedest to be a gentleman here. We'll see how long it lasts.”
    When he left, Grace leaned back against the pillows.
    She must be falling in love with him.
    She closed her eyes and remembered the moment her body had succumbed to the pleasure of his attentions. Though she reveled in it, it made the relationship off balance. A wild notion ran through her head. It'd be so unlike her, and she really had no idea how to do it well.
    She tried to dismiss the thought, but the more she tried, the more she felt the pressure to even out their physical relationship—the same feeling she got when faced with an unorganized bookshelf or closet. She had to make it right. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand. The Internet was the source of all answers.
    A pang of guilt hit her when she saw all the texts from Jill again, along with a few new ones. She took a moment to text that she was alive before she pulled up a search engine. Jill would never believe what Grace was about to do.
    She typed in ‘giving a good blow job’.

10| The Second Date
     
    After reading several tips and suggestions, Grace sorted through her clothes. Royce was right about waiting for intercourse: it would be better if she wasn't reeling from her job loss, her broken leg, her new relationship with him. Still, she felt like someone binging after a long, restricted diet and having her doughnut ripped out of her hand. She wanted to make love to him all night, she wanted them to feel together the intense pleasure she'd just experienced.
    Her hands shook as she sorted out her clothes and changed. It really shouldn't be so nerve racking to offer a guy a blow job. That's what they all wanted, right?
    The ache in her leg didn't help, but she refused to take her medicine. She didn't want him to think she was offering because her brain was loopy.
    She put on her red knit pajama shorts and white cotton cami—not lacy lingerie, but she hadn't planned on being with a man tonight. She was supposed to be dining alone and returning to her room to work on her app. She folded up her dress, placed it in the outside compartment of her suitcase and zipped it shut. What a depressing night that would be compared to how it'd turned out, broken leg and all. She collapsed back into bed, exhausted from the effort. After resting for a moment, she ticked off the techniques she'd read about online for giving good oral sex to a man, but she knew she'd already forgotten some. She grabbed her phone to refresh her memory. When Royce knocked on the door a few minutes later, she closed the window and put the phone on the nightstand.
    “Come in,” she called.
    She heard the whir and click of the electronic lock before the door swung open. Royce stood in a black t-shirt tucked into jeans. The stubble over his bruise gave him a bad boy air that turned her on.
    He said, “Hey, sexy.”
    Who was he kidding? She was just in her cotton pajamas. She wrinkled her nose at him. “Sorry, I didn't bring any lingerie with me.”
    “Are you kidding? There's nothing more enticing than a woman looking comfortable. I love that you