Page 65 of Bombshell

I heard Micah’s footsteps only moments before I felt his hands come around me. Smiling into my cup, I leaned back against him and sighed. He’d told me over and over last night how special I was and how much he wanted me. It hadn’t been a declaration of love, but it had soothed my fears some. Enough that I could breathe deeply again.

He bent down until he could nibble on my ear. “I woke up hard, and you weren’t there,” he said in a raspy, sleepy voice.

I laughed and looked back at him, tilting my head so I could see his eyes. “You always wake up hard.”

“With the smell of you on the sheets, reminding how good that pussy is, I can’t help it.”

Shaking my head, I laughed again and turned back to my espresso.

Micah reached around and took it from me. “Pull up this flimsy nightie and bend over the table,” he ordered me before swatting my butt with his hand.

I started to ask for my espresso back when his hungry gaze met mine. His eyes roamed over my pearl satin nightgown, as if he wanted to rip it off my body. That was enough to change my mind and do as I had been told. I walked over to the table and bunched the nightgown around my waist, then leaned forward, placing my palms flat against the wood.

“Goddamn, that’s a pretty ass,” he growled as I looked over my shoulder to see him shove his boxer briefs down before grabbing my hips and angling them up. “Spread your legs, baby.”

Going up on my tiptoes, I opened them wider and inhaled deeply as he slid inside of me.

“Fuuuck yes,” he moaned. “That’s so good. I love seeing my good girl bent over, being bad for me. I tell you to do it, and you do it. Drives me insane.”

His hips began to piston in and out of me. The table shook beneath me, and I cried out every time he sank deeper.

“That’s my cunt,” he said with his next thrust. “Always wet for my cock.”

Strangled sounds came from me as his dirty words and praise sent sparks of pleasure through me. I wanted to make him feel this way. I loved knowing I could. Lifting my bottom more for him, I was startled when his palm landed hard on my left butt cheek.

“Leaving me in bed alone,” he said harshly. “Makes me want to see this round ass red from my hand.”

“Oh God,” I moaned as my head fell forward.

“You like that, baby? You like me spanking your sweet ass?” he asked as his hand slapped the other side.

“MICAH!” I screamed as my sex pulsed, and the promise of my coming orgasm began to build inside me.

He slapped my bottom harder this time, then cursed. “Fuck, I love the way it jiggles.”

I closed my eyes tightly, unsure if that was praise or not.

“Take my dick, baby,” he panted. “Hot little pussy.”

The wave hit me, and I clawed at the wood as I let out screams of pleasure. The rush from between my legs made my legs tremble as I felt my body convulse.

“FUUUCK! That’s it. Squirt all over my cock, baby. FUUUCK!” His fingers bit into my flesh as he began to jerk behind me. “GAH!” he shouted as he pulsed inside me. Filling me up. Marking me.

I rested my forehead on the table, panting as his hold on me eased, and he slowly pulled out of me.

He ran his palms over my bottom and squeezed gently. “You drive me crazy, Tink.”

It wasn’t love. But it was something.

31

Dolly

I finished wiping down a table at Paradise Brew and headed for the kitchen.

After her opening weekend, Pepper had underestimated how busy she would be during the week and called me today after I got home from my classes to see if I could come in and help. Micah hadn’t taken me or picked me up today. He had club stuff to handle, and Liam had called him to Ocala this morning for something going on there.

Happy to help my friend and not have to go home alone, I dropped off my books, stopped by to take Jeremy leftovers from last night that he could heat up, then headed to the bar. Pepper handed me a pair of black shorts and a cropped red T-shirt that had A drink in Paradise on the front and Paradise Brew’s logo on the back. Once I had changed, she had given me a quick rundown of things and introduced me to her staff.

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