Page 20 of The Bad Boy's Good Girl

“Bronx,” she moaned, hands on his chest either to push him away or pull him closer. “We can’t do this.”

“The hell, we can’t. We are,” he told her, hands on her ass and lifting her up. When her legs wrapped around him, Bronx knew he had her and set her on the desk, pushing important documents aside to make room. Pushing that sexy little dress up her legs and to her waist, Bronx slowly removed her panties and shoved them in his pocket before sinking to his knees. “Tell me you want this, Nola.”

The sexy little whimper she released when his finger slid deep sent fire straight to his cock. “You know I do,” she told him. The even if I don’t want to went without saying because he could see it in her eyes.

Then his mouth was on her pussy, licking and sucking, fucking her until those little cries grew deeper, intense. Until her hips began to grind against his mouth. Damn, she tasted as sweet as honey with a hint of raw sex thrown in. Her sweet honey dripped down his throat and he couldn’t tamp down his need for her. “Fuck, Nola.”

“Yes,” she eagerly agreed, crying out when he slammed into her.

Mouth to hers, Bronx swallowed her cries and moans of pleasure as his cock slid deep, loving the way she clamped tight around him. The way her pussy flooded with desire for him only amped up his own desire. Thrusting, pounding deep as her legs wrapped around him, drawing him in deeper. It was a passionate fuck, not angry but certainly not loving.

He wouldn’t want it to be loving but he didn’t want to hate fuck Nola, either.

“Oh hell,” she moaned and then her body convulsed, sucked him, milked him dry as he drove deeper and harder until his own pleasure washed over him, left him pulsing deep inside her sexy little body.

“Fuck! Nola!”

Bronx had barely stopped trembling when Nola pushed at his chest and slid off the desk. “You feel better now?”

He frowned, trying to catch up with the conversation. “What?”

“You’ve proven your point. I can’t resist you and we both know it. Keep your bracelet, we’re even now.” She turned away and made it to the door without his interference. The door closed with a quiet click instead of the vicious slam he’d expected.

Yeah, I got it.He’d screwed up an apology. How in the hell did someone screw up an apology that began with a twenty thousand dollar bracelet from the world’s premier jeweler and ended with a good hard orgasm?

He didn’t know but that was one hell of an orgasm.

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