Page 8 of Bitter Secrets

She brushed her hair out of her eyes in time to see her sweater sail across the room. His expression was impassive, his eyes anything but. He hooked her under the arms and hauled her up so she was standing on the window seat. As she crossed her arms over her bare chest, he gripped her hips and kissed her stomach, right below her navel. On instinct, she backed up and hissed when her bare back hit the cold glass. He pinned her there as his mouth moved over her abdomen.

“Roth!”

He squeezed her ass before his hand slipped between her legs and rubbed the thick seam of her jeans against her pussy. She smacked his shoulders, but he kept up the rough motion as he captured her arm and pulled so she bent over. He latched on to her breast. Her toes curled in the soft cushions as she tried to stifle the treacherous heat that flooded through her.

“People will see,” she said, even though they were on the ninety-fifth floor, one thousand feet above the pedestrians and taxis below.

“The glass is tinted, and even if they did, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” he said as he undid her jeans and kissed her through her panties.

“That’s not the point,” she said raggedly.

“What is?”

When he nuzzled her, she forgot what they were talking about. Her hands fisted at her sides as she resisted the urge to mash his face where she wanted it. He gripped her ass, tilting her hips for better access, which forced her shoulders against the glass.

He looked up the length of her. “Do you want me?”

“No,” she said through clenched teeth.

“That’s a damn shame.”

The sun highlighted the silver glints in his hair as his mouth traveled along the waistband of her underwear.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said conversationally as he kissed her inner thigh. “You getting hot and wet for me.”

“You’re dreaming,” she said weakly as he bunched her panties between her legs.

She tried not to react as he manipulated the fabric so it rubbed against her clit. She clawed the back of his hand, but he continued, pulling the material back and forth, teasing and arousing. When her control was in tatters, he tugged, letting her damp underwear drop to her ankles.

“Spread for me.”

Body and mind battled. Their eyes dueled as she stood there completely naked, fighting the urge to give him what he wanted.

“You want to come? Spread for me, and I’ll give you what we both need.”

Although she didn’t do the spreading herself, she didn’t resist when he hooked a hand under her knee. She obeyed his silent instruction to lift it. When his mouth closed over her, she tipped her head back and was blinded by the sun. She closed her eyes and moaned as he went deep. Fuck yeah. She gripped his hair and bucked her hips. Her leg trembled as it took all of her weight, but she held on. She was so close; she was right on the cusp of euphoria when the hand holding her leg disappeared. Immediately, she began to teeter, but Roth didn’t let her fall. He yanked her forward so she fell over his shoulder and strode out of the living room.

“What the fuck?” she snapped as she thumped his back.

“You’re going to come with me inside you,” he said as he set her on her feet beside the bed in the master suite.

He shucked his clothes before he climbed on the mattress and propped himself against the pillows. His hand went to his cock and stroked.

“Come here.”

She was too far gone to walk away, and he knew it. She crawled toward him. His eyes were liquid black and glazed with a dark lust that made her even wetter. As she spread her thighs obscenely wide to accommodate his massive body, his hand tightened around his cock. She paused, breasts brushing his upper thighs. He was a scary fuck, but a delectable one. No man appealed to her the way he did. Outside the bedroom, he was a cutthroat businessman, but here, he was a man. Here, their jagged souls fused together and the reasons they shouldn’t be ceased to matter.

“You’re choking it,” she scolded as she smacked his fist.

He released his dick so she could wrap her hand around him. She stroked gently as she played with his balls and then kissed the base, which made his thighs turn to iron beneath her.

“Suck me,” he ordered.

Usually, she would take exception to his command, but she was in an accommodating mood. After days of fear and uncertainty, she needed an outlet and he was providing an effective one. She closed her mouth around him and watched his hand twist in the sheets. She deep-throated him to get him nice and wet for her, and saw his Adam’s apple bob as she straightened.

When she positioned herself over him, his hands held her in place as he pushed inside her. She bit her bottom lip to stop a moan. He stretched her just right. When he was fully sheathed, his fingers bit into her skin.

“Fuck me,” he said.

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