Page 344 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

A moment later, he kissed her as he plunged inside her heat.

The groan that filled his chest with rightness reverberated through his entire body. “You’re incredible, Lara,” he whispered.

His hips swiveled, and he thrust deep.

Pleasure-filled sighs escaped her lips.

Her moans echoed to the rafters.

Lara grazed her nails across his back, encouraging his movements.

The pleasure they shared with every thrust took him to new heights. He’d never experienced this level of sensual connection before.

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Lara sighed. How did Dominic do it? He instinctively seemed to know where to caress her and exactly how to touch her body to deliver maximum sensation.

Heat, power, devotion, sweetness…he combined those into every thrust. Until her whole body began to shake.

She gripped the sheets and gasped and pleaded. So much sensation—too much!

“Dominic!” she cried out before she shivered into the most intense orgasm of her life.

Seconds later, he groaned and warm wetness sheeted across her skin.

His powerful arms enveloped her. “Baby.” His breath seared her temple. “That was incredible.”

Gasping for air, her lungs finally calmed. Her lips spread in a blissful smile. “Agreed.”

“Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

As if after their mind-blowing lovemaking, she’d suddenly spring to her feet and abandon him? She could barely move!

Saturated bliss drizzled through her like honey dripping off a spoon. Thoughts drifted sluggishly through her brain. Heaven.

He returned to her with a towel to mop up the proof of his intense desire. She smiled, then giggled in the aftermath of so much pleasure.

“That was amazing.”

“The best,” he said, staring down at her with a look of gratified appreciation.

After he cleansed her, he used the towel to wipe his erection, still astonishingly hard. She wondered if he’d return for more…?

He sent her a longing glance. “I need to secure the perimeter,” he said, pulling on his boxers.

Oh, right.

The reality of her day crashed in on her. “Thank you.”

He traipsed downstairs with confident masculine footfalls. She expected him to return any moment, giving the all-clear.

Instead, his nervous tone filtered up to her when he said, “Lara, get dressed. We’ve got company.”

Five

Ensuring all interior lights were off, Dominic raced to the duffel bag of surveillance equipment he’d borrowed from Soren Security.

When he’d walked downstairs to fetch them glasses of water, a glint outside on the street caught his eye. A reflection of something that shouldn’t be there.

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