Page 36 of A Very Happy Halloween

Eis cursed under his breath and then he was on his knees, peeling my trousers down and swearing some more.

“You should wear dresses,” he told me. “Tight little dresses that I can slide up over your hips.”

He finally got one of my legs free and gave up on the other. What did it matter if I was wearing a single shoe and half a pair of skinny jeans? I just wanted him, right here, right now. When he freed his cock and stroked himself a few times, my knees nearly gave out, but he quickly steadied me with one powerful arm.

“You okay?”

“Define ‘okay.’ Don’t tease me, you beast.”

With no effort at all, he braced me against the nearest wall and slid inside on a long groan, stretching me until I gasped. It was delicious. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and breathed him in.

“Janie…” he whispered. “My Janie.”

Do you know the best part about being taken hard against the wall by a rabid cage fighter? There was no time to think. No time to worry. No time to overanalyse every detail of the situation. Who cared about cellulite or love handles or belly pooch?

Not Eisen.

He thrust into me hard, strong hands gripping my ass, that mesmerising blue eye boring its gaze into me. He fucked me like he meant it, not because it was Saturday night and he figured he might as well get his rocks off before he rolled over and went to sleep. Eis was hard strength and he was sweetness, he was passion with flashes of pain. Fingernails, teeth, the sheer girth of him. This man blew my mind. The impossible happened and another orgasm built, this one coming from deep inside. I spasmed around him as he came, our bodies perfectly in sync.

I was going to have bruises in the morning.

Hell, I’d be lucky if I could walk.

He lowered me onto shaking legs, one hand on the wall to steady himself because he was feeling it too. This exquisite, overwhelming rightness.

“On Friday, you’re getting a fancy dinner and a bed,” he promised.

“I’d settle for tissues.”

His cum was leaking out of me. It was running down my leg and splattering on the floor.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

He pulled out, which only made matters worse, then set about cleaning me up with his T-shirt. Once he was done, he wadded it up and scored a three-pointer in the wastebasket in the corner.

“You’re going to walk out the door without a shirt? What if people guess what we’ve been doing?”

“You think Darren doesn’t already suspect?”

My turn to groan. “Are you kidding?”

“I’ve never brought a woman to the gym before, and he definitely knows I’m a horny jackass.”

I sucked in a breath. “As long as the kids don’t find out, that’s the important thing. Not yet, I mean. Obviously, I’m going to tell them, but I just need to work out the right way to do that.”

“You have lipstick all over your face. Might want to wipe that off.”

“So do you.”

“I’m tempted to wear it as a badge of honour.”

I started laughing. Standing there with one bare foot and jeans around an ankle, with damp knickers and freaking bite marks on my shoulder, I giggled like the teenager I’d once been.

And it was the best feeling ever.

Fifteen

All good things come to an end.

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