Page 100 of Holiday Hire

My high recedes, only to begin again. He releases my hand and pushes my thigh higher, somehow thrusting even deeper into me.

My voice turns hoarse, and broken sounds crackle through the air. My eyelids flutter over and over, with flames burning into my soul.

His groans intensify. His cock hardens further, stretching my walls and creating a frenzy within me. He lowers his mouth to my shoulder, his teeth pressing into my skin. A deep groan vibrates against me. His body violently convulses, and his cock pumps hard, spewing his hot cum inside me.

My adrenaline spikes to a new high. I dig my nails into his shoulders and cry out, my body trembling against his with no mercy.

His orgasm seems to last forever as he continues to fill me. The air between us thickens, and his tongue returns to mine.

As our bodies slow from the exertion, so do our kisses. He finally rolls onto his back, cradling me in his arms, kissing the top of my head, and stroking my spine.

We both try to catch our breath, the scent of our arousal flaring around us. A while passes before his beating heart slows to a normal pace.

He slides his palm over my ass, holding me close, and caresses the top of it with his thumb. He asks, "Should we get under the covers?"

I tease, "This isn't where you kick me out?"

"Kick you out?" he says with a mix of confusion and disdain in his tone.

I look up. "It was a joke."

"Oh."

"Sorry."

He kisses me on the forehead. "Bad joke." He pats my ass and says, "Let me get the covers sorted." He slides off the bed, then pulls them down as I lift my ass off the mattress. He tucks them around one side of me, then slides under them. He leans on his shoulder and pulls me into him.

I gasp, teasing, "Alexander Cartwright, are you a spooner?"

He slides his palm over my thigh and kisses the back of my ear. His lips tickle my skin as he says, "Only with the right woman."

My butterflies reignite. I turn my head, smirking. "So you do kick some women out of your bed?"

He grunts. "No, but I also don't bring women home and into my kids' space."

My pulse picks up again. I blurt out, "So the stallion is celibate?"

He chuckles so hard he swipes at his eyes. When his laughter fades, he says, "I'm never living this tattoo down."

"Nope," I agree.

He murmurs in my ear, "But you don't have any complaints, right?"

Heat rushes to my cheeks. It's silly to feel shy after all we just did, yet I do. I thought I knew what good sex was, but now I realize I was clueless.

Sounding vulnerable, he asks, "Do I need to try harder?"

I kiss him on the lips and shake my head. "No. I have zero complaints."

He grins. "Good. We'll see if you feel the same way tomorrow morning."

I bite on my smile, the fire blazing hotter on my face.

He grunts and pecks me on the lips. "You're cute when you're embarrassed."

"Am I?"

"Yeah." He tugs me closer and lays his head on the pillow next to mine. "I think I'm going to sleep well tonight."

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