Page 94 of Body Shot

“I know. That’s the point.” I step back abruptly as her mother comes into the room. “I thought we’d open the wine…”

“Sure,” I reply. “Would you like me to do it?”

“That would be wonderful. I always wind up breaking the cork.”

“No problem.” I take Claudia’s hand and pull her with me as I follow Laura into the kitchen. “Don’t stress,” I say softly. “Everything is okay.”

“Thank you.” Her voice is a whisper against my side.

I wish her father hadn’t made such a big deal out of having a talk with me because it obviously bothers Claudia. My fatherwould never do such a thing, and if I’m honest, my sister would have had a fit if he’d tried. I just hope I’ve made a good impression. As independent as Claudia is, I get the feeling her parents’ opinion is important to her.

And if it’s important to her, it’s important to me.

THIRTY-FOUR

Claudia

The evening feels never-ending,and though I adore my parents, I can’t wait for us to make our escape. Luckily, Anders really does have to get up early in the morning, so we’re able to leave a little before ten. Not that we’re going to do much sleeping. That’s abundantly clear the moment we get back to the room. I haven’t even put my purse down before he’s got me against the wall, his mouth pillaging mine. It’s rough and carnal and shows me exactly what he’s been thinking about all night.

Much the same as what I’ve been thinking about.

Our mouths and bodies crash together with a ferocity I haven’t felt from him before. Passion turns to raw, unadulterated need, and there’s something primal and possessive about the way he presses me into the wall.

“I’m going to fuck you right here,” he grates against my mouth.

“Yes.” As always, there’s zero chance I’m saying no to anything he wants to do to me.

Unfortunately, I’m wearing jeans and a long-sleeve T-shirt, along with a bra and panties, so there’s some fumbling as we try to undress. He yanks at my jeans, nearly toppling me over in his haste to get them off, but he catches me just in time. Luckily, my panties went with the jeans, and apparently that’s enough for him because he rolls the condom on, turns me so I’m facing the wall, and thrusts up deep.

It’s borderline painful because I’m not expecting it and this angle is different than what I’m used to, but this gruffer side of him turns me on. A lot. He’s not his usual gentle, patient self, taking me with a fierceness that leaves me breathless. Or maybe it’s that spot he hits every time he bottoms out. Or the dirty, gruff words he’s whispering in my ear. Those turn me on too.

“That’s right, baby girl—take every inch in that tight, wet pussy of yours… you’re going to feel me until next week.”

“Fuck, Anders…” All I can do is pant.

I’m pressed against the wall in a position where I can’t move. My hands are flat against the wall and his are covering them, keeping me rooted in place as he pounds into me.

“Jut your ass out a little more,” he huffs. “That’s it…squeeze me, baby… tell me how much you like my cock inside you.”

“I…like…it…” I can’t talk. Or think. Or move.

“How much?” He pulls out to the tip, and I whimper in protest.

“So much! A lot!”

“Tell me.” He glides back in much more gently than before and it’s a disappointing contrast to what we’d been doing.

“Anders!”

“You want more?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me how much you like it. Use your words, baby.”

“Fuck… I love it. I need it. When you’re not with me I dream about it!”

He punches up into me hard enough to make me see stars.

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