Page 25 of Strike Zone

“I’m about to punch you, Linc. We couldn’t just get back here in silence.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a mouthful for you as soon as we’re behind closed doors.” It’s not lost on me that she squeezes her thighs together the second we hit the elevator. “You like that? Trying to alleviate the ache between your legs, Diana. Can’t you wait just a little longer?”

The moment the doors close and the familiar lilt of upward motion kicks in, she throws off the jacket and glares up at me. “Why can’t you just be quiet? When you say shit like that, I want to go to my own room and flick the bean rather than let you fuck me.”

In one fluid motion, I back her against the wall, bracing my hands on either side of her, careful not to touch her. “You can hate every damn word that comes out of my mouth, but you’re going to love the way my mouth feels when it’s kissing every… fucking… inch of your body. Send me away again. But if you do, know that this isn’t baseball. Two strikes, and you’re out. I won’t be coming back a third time.”

As the elevator doors open on her floor, she ducks under my arm and out. I stand firm, awaiting an answer to see if she’ll send me away again. She stares me down with her hands on her hips, but as the doors begin to close, she reaches out to stop them. “Are you coming or not?”

That’s all I needed to hear. I want to play it cool, but the second I get the green light, it’s like a red rag to a bull. Diana holds her keycard to the door, and the familiar click as it unlocks is the gunfire, heralding go time.

She goes straight for my zipper before the soft-close hinge of the door is fully shut. My lips crash down on hers as I reach for the hem of her dress. If it weren’t so fucking gorgeous on her, I’d rip the damn thing off. We stumble through the living area to the bedroom, kisses broken momentarily along the way, clothing discarded on the floor in a trail of desire.

Diana isn’t holding back tonight, shredding my shirt in a haze of urgency and passion. Buttons scatter in all directions, and I’m quick to shrug out of it while she reaches for my already unzipped pants. Shoving them over my hips, she grabs the waistband of my boxer shorts and slides her hand inside, her fist wrapping around the shaft of my achingly hard cock. Fucking hell!

Any conscious thought disappears with every stroke, sparking a fire so intense I can barely keep it together. I back her toward the bed, capturing her mouth in a fever pitch—a frenzied fuck that sends shockwaves rippling through every fiber of my being.

Our chemistry is a palpable entity, enveloping us with an undeniable need to fuck and fuck hard. It’s primal, raw, and unrelenting—a driving force to claim, kiss, and explore every inch of her body.

“Condoms. Tell me you have condoms, Linc.”

“I’m not a rookie, Diana.” Sliding my hands into her hair, I pull her close, trying to play it smooth as I consider where the hell my wallet is. Crap. It’s by the door in my suit jacket.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Wait here. Do not move. I know where they are.” I run out of the bedroom toward the door with my junk stiff as a board and grope around in the dark for the elusive foil packets. I’ve never been so relieved to set hands on a rubber in my life.

I quickly head back to the bedroom, but I’m not prepared for the sight before me. She’s fucking transcendent—her legs spread wide, teasing herself with one hand, her other cupping her breast. “Took you long enough. I started without you.”

“I can see that, and I’m more than happy to watch.”

She continues to circle her fingers over her clit while devouring me with her eyes, coming to a grinding halt when she sees how hard I am.

“You weren’t kidding about the size of you cock. No watching. Get over here and fuck me, Linc.”

“Haven’t you heard of foreplay, southpaw? All good things come to those who wait. Well, all good cum is worth the wait.”

“Foreplay is overrated.”

“Oh, baby, then he’s not been doing it right.”

“And you can?”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.”

“Game on.” I quickly close the space between us, capturing her mouth in a voracious kiss, my hands roaming her body until she’s panting and ready for me. Then, and only then, do I slip one hand between her legs and thrust two fingers inside her. She’s so fucking wet, I could come right now. “Are you turned on, Diana?”

“Less talking, more sex.” I pull out, leaving her bereft and desperate as she watches me lick her arousal from my fingers.

“You want it, come take it.” Without another word, she’s up off the bed, launching herself at me like a spider monkey. Gripping my arms with more strength than any woman I’ve ever known, she pushes me down onto the bed before crawling on top of me, straddling my thighs.

“Give me the condom packet.” I do as she says, taken aback by how forthright she is. It’s hot as hell. She tears it open and fists my cock before rolling it down my length. Wearing a condom has never been so fucking erotic.

I drop my head back against the pillows, savoring every moment of her touch. She’s so goddamn hot, and I’m not prepared when she positions my cock at her entrance and sinks down onto me, taking every hard inch inside.

“Fucking hell. You’re so tight.” She circles her hips, sending me into a tailspin of sensation. “Slow down. I’ll shoot my load in two minutes if you don’t calm it down.”

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