Page 48 of Those Heartbreak Scars

“I’m sorry.”

His shoulders rise and fall. “I also wouldn’t be having the best sex of my life with you. And that would have been a damn shame.”

“Well… my ego thanks you.” I rock on my heels, unable to keep my smile from taking over my face. “That’s quite a compliment.”

“I mean it.” He crowds me back against the wall. With a hand pressed against the wall above my head he leans in and trails a knuckle down my neckline. “Are you still dripping with my cum?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He growls and presses a button that forces the elevator to halt abruptly. Falling to his knees, he pushes my dress up my thighs, his lips caressing my skin, inch by revealed inch. “I should really clean that up.”

His hands skim up the outside of my legs, his fingers curl in the waistband of my panties and drag them down.

My breath hitches. I’m so sensitive that the movement of the material creates electricity on my skin, but that’s nothing compared to the sensation of his tongue rasping up my thigh. “What are you doing?”

“Tasting you.” He kisses the spot he’s licked. “Tasting me.” He grips the back of my thighs and opens me up so that he has access to my pussy. His tongue there makes my knees almost give. “Tasting us. We’re fucking incredible.”

He drives his tongue into me, eating me like a starving man. Warming every inch of me with slow, maddening swipes.

It’s filthy and sexy and I can’t get enough of him on his knees for me. I curl my fingers in his hair and hold him to me. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Do you really think I have that kind of willpower when you’re squirming on my tongue and your orgasm is so close?” He groans, digging his tongue in deeper, licking every trace of his cum from my pussy. “Your pleasure is everything to me. I need it. Give it to me.”

“Oh God.” When he puts it like that…

Sucking my clit between his lips, he slips two fingers inside me and strokes that sensitive spot deep inside. It sends me crashing into a mind-shattering orgasm.

Easing his fingers out of me as I collapse against the wall, he straightens to his full height. His gaze burns hot as he sucks theremnants of my arousal from his digits while I adjust my panties back into position.

“That was…” No words. With Indy he was a good man. Sweet. Considerate. Gentle. Not this feral, wicked man in front of me. But God, this man… this man I would let do anything to me that he wanted.

He grins—his lips shining and puffy— and starts the elevator moving again. “I’ll take that as I’ve proven myself.”

“Mmm.” My breath is still coming in pants. My grin is as wide as his. I grab his face and taste myself on him. “You’re right. We do taste incredible.”

“Exquisite.” He slips his tongue into my mouth and kisses me hard, his body pressing against mine with no shame over how much he wants me. “But now all I want to do is fill you all over again.”

Chapter Eighteen

Gray

“Then do it.” She pushes away from the wall as the doors part onto the deserted floor, but then makes sure her hand brushes my erection as she stretches up to whisper in my ear. “Make me dirty. Make me drip. You like knowing you’ve marked your territory.”

A feral sound rises up my throat. The little tease has my cock in a vice-like grip with her words.

She sashays out of the elevator and glances in both directions. “Which way is your room?”

“This way.” I take her hand and lead her down the passageway at a fast clip that she has to hurry to keep up with.

Impatient, I take out my door card and press it against the scanner while she slips her hands into my pants pockets from behind and does a reach around grab at my cock. Opening the door, I tug her inside and straight to the bedroom.

My fingers catch the hem of her dress and drag it up over her beautiful curves. She lifts her arms to the sky and then pulls them down when I have the material over her head. Reaching for her panties she wriggles them down her gorgeous thighs and lets them puddle on the floor.

“Place your hands on the end of the bed, Rica.” My need is urgent, animalistic, and pounding in my blood.

She bends over and gives me a view of her pussy while I shed my clothes. It’s a beautiful sight. The need to fuck her until she can’t take another drop is all I can think about.

“Fuck, you’re going to be so filthy by the time I’m done with you.” Gripping her hips, I line up and thrust deep. She takes me so well and so easily. All the way to the hilt.

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