Page 60 of Taking A Chance

She sits up, rolling her hips around and around, the movement driving me wild. I tug at the edges of her gown, silently begging her to take it off. She responds in kind, pulling the garment up and over her head, her tits falling free. I palm her nipple, feeling myself harden beneath her.

Small, satisfied moans escape her lips as she rocks back and forth against me. I’m not even inside her yet and I could probably come like this, with her sliding against me over and over again.

She reaches for a condom on the nightstand, dipping one hand into the elastic of my shorts and pulling me out, stroking me. I grunt, my head flying back against the pillow, and I reach for her hands.

“Do you like that?” she asks, her voice low and sultry.

“Yes,” I growl. “God yes.”

She skillfully rolls the condom onto me moments before sinking herself down on top of me. Her back arches as I fill her, her thighs pressing into my sides. I steady her—one hand on her stomach, just below her tits; the other on her hip, pushing her back and forth. I glide into her again and again.

“There you go, love,” I whisper, as she digs her fingertips into the flesh of my chest.

I can already feel myself building, her exquisite motions driving me to the edge. Her hand travels up my chest, settling at the base of my throat. I never would’ve pegged her for someone who likes to take control but I’ve learned my lesson. She’s incredible at leading. And I’ll happily follow.

“I’m gonna come,” she whispers, barely able to get the words out between gasps and moans.

I buck up against her, burying myself deep inside her. She runs her fingers over the outside of her entrance as she rolls her hips over me.There’s nothing more satisfying than this, I think, as I watch her unravel on top of me. Her body stiffens then relaxes, and I feel the final wave of my own orgasm take me. She stills, bearing down on me one final time, before collapsing against my chest. We’re panting together, tangled up inside each other, and it’s heaven. My version of heaven, anyway.

A few moments later, she slowly lifts herself up and off me, the cool air hitting my chest where she just was. The sudden loss of her warmth makes me reach for her, desperate to have her back.

After cleaning up, we lie back down, falling right back into our positions like before. I pull her to my side, her leg wrapping over me immediately, my head resting against the top of hers. I could spend a lifetime in this position alone.

Then, it comes rushing in; a wave of so many emotions flooding me. But the one I feel most, the one leading the charge, the one filling me with panic and excitement, is also the one that scares the shit out of me.

I’m falling in love with Cora Reed, my beautiful redheaded spitfire neighbor, who’s spent the last three years hating me. I’m falling in love with her, and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.

34

Cora

“Let’sgo away for the weekend,” I say.

Declan looks up from his boots, slipping one on as he studies my face. “This weekend?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say. “It’ll be fun. Actually, let’s leave Thursday? I can take off work Friday.”

“Where are we going?” he asks.

“I don’t know, somewhere secluded. Outside the city,” I suggest.

After slipping his second boot on, he nods, walking toward me. “Okay, sounds like a plan. You find the place, I’ll pack the car.”

“Deal,” I say. Truth be told, I already have a place in mind. I found it last week while I was distracting myself at work. There’s a quaint little Airbnb cabin right outside Boston, that overlooks a lake. The photos were amazing. I don’t even want to wait two more days to go, but I will.

Declan kisses me goodbye, walking to his apartment as I make my way to the elevator. That’s right, I take the fucking elevator now. I’m all grown up. I sip the coffee he made for me from my travel mug as I hurry to work, eager to catch up on several tasks and book the cabin. The only way I can ensure I’ll be ready to take Friday off is if I can really focus these next two days and work ahead of schedule. It shouldn’t be a problem, but as the boss, it all falls on me if something slips through the cracks. So I have to be diligent and focused.

Unfortunately, I don’t have time to even sit down before the first fire of the day presents itself. Claire rushes me as soon as I walk in.

“Oh my god, it’s awful,” she says. “We’ve got a major problem.”

I refuse to panic, picking up the pace to my desk. “Tell me what happened,” I say, setting my mug down and sliding out of my jacket. I throw it over the back of my chair and boot up my computer.

“The samples we ordered from the vendor to send to Mr. Briggs are all wrong,” she shrieks. Mr. Briggs is the point man on the brand-new client account we just obtained, so delivering him the wrong samples would clearly be a bad first impression.

“Wrong how?” I exclaim.

“They’re the wrong color and size,” Sara interjects, stepping around the corner with one of the brochures in her hand. And she’s right.

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