Page 95 of A Lucky Shot

“Josh.” Her words were feathers brushing over his skin. “Stop.”

There was that word he knew she didn’t mean, and hard to take seriously when she was grinding her hips against his thigh. “You haven’t had enough yet, have you, baby?”

She shook her head, and he smirked against her mouth. That’s what he thought.

He peeled the edge of her shirt up, far enough to glimpse the ivory cups covering her tits, the dusky rose of her nipples peeking through the sheer fabric, and he thought his dick would punch through his jeans.

Fucking spectacular.

Running his thumb under the band at her sternum and down her stomach, he dipped his hand below the waistband of her pants. He was so fucking sure whatever she was wearing matched the ivory bra, silky and gorgeous and wet for him already, and he wasn’t waiting another second to find out.

“We’re not leaving this room until you come.”

“Somebody could come in!”

“Then I’ll make my filthy little slut come fast.”

“But—”

“We’re not leaving this room until you come.” He drove her against the door with a dull thump and kissed her, breaking away to brush his lips over her ear. “Say it.”

Her throat worked, eyes wide and dark, and she whispered, “We’re not leaving this room until I come.”

“That’s my girl.” He slid his fingers over her silky skin and into her heat, and licked the hollow of her neck. “Now, can my good girl be quiet?”

Her fist curled into his sweater, eyelids fluttering closed as he circled her clit. She was warm and wet and listened so well, swallowing whimpers and biting down on her lip when he added a second finger to work her G-spot.

“You wish it was my cock inside you, don’t you?”

She jerked her head, silent, and dug her nails into his shoulder as he ground the heel of his palm against her. He’d give it to her. Everything she wanted. All her soft parts pressed to all his hard parts, her arms curled around his neck and her bucking hips fuelling the rush that someone could walk in on them at any second.

Just his luck. The first time he’d touched her in months, and he had to rush her orgasm. Next time would be different.

Too soon, her pussy clenched around his fingers. He covered her mouth with his to smother the scream forming in her throat, teasing out her climax until her fluttering muscles stilled and the last choked sounds faded.

He had wrecked her. Hair mussed, lips bruised, and her clothes dishevelled. She wavered on her feet. Her soft panting gasps warmed his cheek as she clung to his shoulders. Gorgeous.

A groan escaped his own throat, stopping himself before he nipped her. Sending her downstairs with bruises down her neck would make for awkward dinner conversation. He sated himself by kissing her instead, withdrawing his hand out from her underwear and sucking on his fingers one by one.

God-fucking-damn, tasting her was worth the wait.

“Mmm,” he growled. “That’s my girl.”

She sagged against the door, and her eyes met his as her head lolled back. “I’m not your girl,” she murmured.

“Hard to take that seriously right now, baby.” He couldn’t help but smirk, feeling his dimples pool as he dragged his nose along her neck. “Why do you feel so good?”

Her lips parted, and she tipped her head back against the door. “Because you know how to make me feel good.”

“Only me.” His cock asserted its displeasure at still being sheathed, and he pressed his erection against her belly. “Let me make you feel even better. Take off your pants.”

For a half second, he thought she was going to do it, but she looked around with a dawning realization of exactly where she was. “Here?” she asked incredulously.

“No, in the hallway. Yes, here.”

“I’m not having sex with you in Libby’s bedroom!”

“What the hell did we just do?”

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