Page 51 of Perfect (mis)Match

I reached for her, pulling her body against mine, and crushed my mouth against hers, desperate to fully taste her lips.

Piper circled her arms behind my neck and arched closer as we kissed. I felt so wild that it hardly registered I was kissing my topless employee in full view of the bank of windows to our left and with the main door unlocked.

But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the fact that Piper was as hungry for me as I was for her.

“C’mere,” I finally said when I managed to stop kissing her for a second, my voice rough with need.

I led her to the area behind the backdrop, where we’d be shielded from the windows and anyone who accidentally walked in on us.

The second we were behind it, we jumped each other again. I couldn’t get enough of her—couldn’t keep my hands off that absurdly soft skin. My kisses strayed down her mouth to her neck, then down to her gorgeous breasts. Thankfully, the glowtion lived up to its marketing promises, and I couldn’t taste a trace of it on her skin.

I took her nipple in my mouth and was rewarded by a sharp inhale from her, like she was surprised and delighted by what my tongue could do.

It made me want to give her more. My mind flashed to where else my mouth could go—down the length of her body, between her legs, tasting her until she shattered beneath me.

I could feel her surrendering to me, writhing in my arms without a hint of inhibition as I moved from one breast to the other, worshipping her. Piper let her hand stray to the bulge pressing against her, rubbing me until I was almost crazy with the need to bury myself inside her, to feel her fully.

We pulled apart at the same moment and started peeling our clothes off like we were racing to see who could get naked first. With just her jeans on, Piper had a head start, so I was forced to stare at her perfect body as I struggled to kick off my shoes and strip.

I remembered the condom in my wallet at the last second and put it on in a hurry while Piper watched me. She’d backed up to an oversized prop box left over from another shoot and sat on it waiting for me, legs parted. I could see the hunger in her eyes, her body practically trembling with the same need that pulsed through me.

I’d never felt so crazed with desire. I stumbled to her, closing the distance between us and pulling her into another kiss. This one was harder, more desperate, as if we both knew we couldn’t wait much longer. My hand dipped between her legs, and I could feel her heat, feel how ready she was for me.

She started grinding against my hand, breaking off the kiss every few seconds to throw her head back and gasp or moan, lost in the moment. The sounds she made were driving me to the brink. I could tell she was close, and I wanted to feel her come apart in my arms.

I slid inside her, and she gasped, her body tightening exquisitely around me.

“Oh my god, you feel perfect,” she breathed into my ear. “Now please, I’m begging you…fuck me.”

The last two words came out in a shaky whisper, and all I could do was exactly what she’d asked. She was poised on the edge of the box with her legs hooked around my waist, giving me the perfect angle to fuck her exactly as hard as we both wanted.

I couldn’t focus on anything else—the world narrowed to just this moment, just the feel of her, the sounds she made, the way her hands gripped me like she couldn’t get enough.

I played my fingertips along her skin as I thrust deeper inside her, trying to hold on, trying to draw out the pace as long as Icould. But then she cried out, her body shaking as she came, her voice filling the room without a care in the world.

Like I made her lose control completely.

And that was all it took to makemecome.

I bowed my head against her chest as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. The release was overwhelming, so powerful I couldn’t breathe for a second.

Piper’s hands clasped my shoulders, her touch grounding me as the sensation began to ebb. Slowly, I regained control of my body, pulling back just enough to look at her. Her face was flushed, her breathing as ragged as mine, and in that moment, all I could think was how much I wanted her again.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost breathless.

“That was just the beginning,” I panted, a grin taking over my lips. “Just you wait.”

It was a threat and a promise.

15

PIPER

Thank god it was the end of the workday when Vincent decided to rock my world behind the backdrop. Like hell would I have been able to go back to editing photos for the web site after that. It was all I could to do get myself dressed, grab my things, and follow Vincent to yet another of his ridiculous cars so we could go back to his place for round two. And three. And four.

Which was how I ended up here, waking up beside him the next day like a real girlfriend, in one of his old t-shirts.

I fell back against the pillow and checked out his beautiful space, which I’d barely taken a second to notice the previous night. His bedroom was a minimalist’s dream of white and grey, with giant windows hidden behind blackout blinds we hadn’t bothered to close last night, leaving him illuminated in the morning light.

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