Page 34 of After-Party Consequences

‘That’s so good...’ she cried.

He delved beneath the satin thong with urgent fingers to find her hot and wet and ready.

She bucked as he worked the swollen nub, his lips still devouring her breast.

He thrust one finger into the tight sheaf, but seconds later, she sobbed as her orgasm pulsed around him.

As she came down, he drew back and licked her dew off his fingers. The throbbing need in his groin was unbearable. She looked spent, dishevelled, her bra half off, her panties soaked with her release. He could smell her, that sultry, flowery scent, as her eyes opened. She looked dazed. Her climax so much faster than before.

‘Again?’ he asked, his need so strong now he wasn’t sure he could stay sane much longer.

She nodded.

He fumbled to find the condom in his wallet, shrugged off his jacket, then ripped open the fly of his suit pants.

She stared at the thick erection, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes as he rolled on the protection with clumsy fingers.

‘Turn around, Charlotte,’ he demanded.

For once she didn’t argue, bracing her hands on the wall, presenting him with the flushed flesh of her butt. The pain in his groin became immense. He needed to be inside her now.

He captured her breasts from behind, holding her steady as he plunged deep. Her swollen flesh was exquisitely tight, but so slick he lodged himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. He dropped one hand to find her clitoris and pressed his thumb against it, desperate to make her shatter again before he did.

He established a punishing rhythm. The slap of flesh against flesh echoed around the quiet room alongside her sobs and his grunts. The pleasure built at the base of his spine, the pressure becoming exquisite pain, as he slammed into her and she pressed back to take more of him...to take it all.

He shouted as her sex clenched, her climax triggering his own brutal orgasm. The pleasure crested at last, the orgasm exploding through his nerve endings as everything he was, everything he wanted, became a blur of brutal need. And desperate release.

Charley pressed her forehead against the wall, with Cade’s big body holding her up while also leaning heavily against her back.

His hand twitched, still cupping her breast. She flinched, aware of how sensitive her breasts had been, and how quickly she had shot to orgasm. Twice.

‘You, okay?’ he murmured into her hair, his voice as rough as she felt.

‘I think so...’ she said, not entirely sure.

When had she ever felt so raw? And so sated?

She hadn’t intended to have sex with him again, but when he’d grasped her hand twenty minutes ago, the purpose in his gaze like a brand on her too-sensitive skin, and marched herdown to the suite—after several hours of dancing—she hadn’t been able to resist. Or object. Because she’d wanted him with the same urgency.

He shifted behind her, then drew out of her body.

Her tight flesh released the huge erection with difficulty, making her flinch again.

He grasped her hips, turning her to face him. She folded her arms over her chest and the remnants of her underwear, feeling exposed as he adjusted his own clothing.

She couldn’t stop shivering. The sex, the need, had been so basic, so elemental, she hadn’t given a single thought to the repercussions of what she was doing. Or the fact that the tourists on the evening cruises below could have watched everything.

‘Hey?’ he said, cradling her cheek, already fully clothed again, unlike her. ‘You sure you’re okay? That was kind of intense.’

She nodded, then forced a smile. ‘I certainly hope no one on those boats has binoculars, or we just gave them quite a show.’

He let out a rough chuckle. ‘I certainly hope the glass is treated, or I’m gonna sue!’

But as their laughter died, the awkwardness returned. She should ask him to leave, to create some space and distance between them. But she couldn’t shift the knot in her throat, or the wave of emotion which suddenly threatened to level the last of her common sense.

She looked away from those piercing blue eyes which seemed to see so much more than she wanted them to. ‘I need to take a shower.’

‘Want me to join you?’ he asked.

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