Page 58 of Vicious Sabotage

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Before the door of Livia’s house even slammed shut, she reached out…and cupped his cock.

Dark need lashed Carver’s insides. Eyes hooding, he let out a groan. “Hold that thought, darlin’. I need to—”

“Check the house.” She went on tiptoe, letting her breath wash over his lips. Before she left the bar, he’d watched her slam back a shot of whiskey, and she tasted like it.

He forced himself to step away from her. Each stride he took through the rooms was more difficult with the stiff rod in the front of his jeans.

Bathroom, closet, bedroom, kitchen. He flipped on lights and checked every corner, as well as under the bed. Eager to return to the stunning woman waiting for him with desire blazing in those blue eyes, he whirled and strode back.

He stopped before barreling into Livia. Standing there. In the nude.

His cock jerked against his fly. His balls tightened and throbbed. As she gave him a slow perusing look, her nipples pebbled right in front of his eyes.

“Whatever’s gotten into you, I am one lucky man.” He hooked her around the waist and towed her up against him. Her flesh was still warm, pulling a growl from the pit of his gut.

He lifted her and spun for the bed. She hitched her curvy thighs around his middle and rubbed her pussy against the bulge in his fly.

Tumbling her down on the bed, he claimed her lips, kissing her with long, deep plunges of his tongue. He skated his hand down her side, stretching his fingers along the curve of her breast.

She let out a mewl of need and kissed him with a fervor he hadn’t received from her the other times they made love. And here he thought he’d die from the pressure building in his groin when he watched the footage from the security cam. That was like watching soft porn in comparison to this.

She wiggled out from under him and pushed to her knees. With a gleam in her eyes and her lip trapped between her teeth, she began tearing off his clothes.

First his shirt, then his boots and socks. After that, she unzipped his fly and reached into his boxers, withdrawing his cock.

He moaned as she gave it a long, slow stroke.

Then she shimmied his clothes off his body, stretched out on top of him and took his cock in her mouth.

“Fuck!” He tangled his fingers in her thick hair. Every muscle in his body locked, and his veins thickened with lust.

She drew on his length in slow drags, using her tongue in ways that he didn’t even know were possible.

Pressure coiled inside him. His balls ached, and he felt that telltale itch deep inside that told him that he didn’t have long before he embarrassed himself.

Curling his fingers around her upper arms, he drew her up his body. “I need a condom. Now.”

Pink roses flushed her cheeks. Her nipples were taut, ripe and swollen and ready for his lips.

He located the condoms in the drawer, vowing to use up each and every last one as quickly as possible and wipe out the memories of the men who’d come before him. Before the night was over, she was going to know how it felt to be pleasured thoroughly by a man who loved her—and she’d walk funny in the morning.

He slipped the condom in place and rolled onto his back. She didn’t hesitate to straddle him.

As she was poised over his cock, he stopped her. “Look at me, darlin’.”

She met his stare.

In that throbbing heartbeat, he knew the truth of what she was trying to tell him with her body.

She was falling for him too.

Rocking his hips, he nudged her drenched opening…and filled her in one slick glide.

She cried out.

He yanked her down and slammed his lips over hers, drinking in the taste of whiskey and perfect woman.

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