Page 21 of Tempting God

His gaze searches mine. “And why is that?”

“Because it feels like you’re consuming me.” I wiggle beneath him and add, “And I like it. A lot.”

“Good.” He rocks into me again. “I like it, too.”

We find our rhythm that has me quickly rushing toward an orgasm.

“Are you close, love?”

“Yes, sir, I am. Please, may I come?”

He hums, thrusting into me with so much force that my eyes roll in the back of my head for a moment.

“Because you asked so nicely, you can come.”

He reaches between us, rubbing my clit. Heat blooms deep in my core. It spreads quickly, stealing my breath as I shatter. My orgasm goes on and on, taking me to levels of pleasure I didn’t know were possible.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Your sweet pussy is milking my cock so good.”

“I want you to come in me,” I pant. “Please fill me with your cum, sir.”

Heat flares in his eyes and his thrusts become deeper, making me gasp.

“You want my cum?” he asks.

“Yes. Please.”

His hand covers mine as he reaches his climax, groaning. The single gesture makes me feel so freaking connected to him.

“Fuck.” The single word is drug out, making me smile.

“Agreed.”

He smiles down at me. “Shall we reveal our faces, love?”

I nod. “I’d like that. And maybe our names, too.”

“I can do that.”

Still deep inside of me, he pulls off his cat mask, tossing it aside. My heart stutters in my chest.

No!

“Love?”

I shake my head. “Get off me.”

“What’s wrong?”

I shake my head again, pushing at his chest. “No! This can’t be happening.”

“You need to tell me what’s going on.” He pauses. “Is it…do you know who I am?”

I bark out a laugh. “Yes.”

“And my status is a problem?”

“No, it’s your connection with the Brotherhood that’s the problem.” I rip off my mask, staring up at him. “Because my cousin isn’t going to be pleased if he finds out that we fucked, Grant Carter.”

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