Page 14 of The Bourbon Bargain

Okay, maybe wecanget back what we had.I moan in response to his touch, a throaty plea for more. He spins me around and hauls me up his body, wrapping my legs around his hips and starts climbing the stairs. I let out a yelp of surprise, clinging to him like a monkey as his long, powerful strides take us higher.

The bed dips under me when he lays me down in his room, his body still covering mine and his lips making their way down my neck. My hands slide down his back, pulling his crisp white button-down out of his pants and giving me skin to explore.

He lifts off me enough to pull the shirt off, giving my hands more skin to touch. I rake my nails up his back and hook my fingers over his shoulders. Hayes groans into my neck, biting softly against my shoulder as he continues his exploration of the skin that shows around the neck of my sweater.

“You didn’t answer. Do you need to be fucked properly like a good girl?”

My eyes widen in surprise, more at my physical response to his filthy mouth than the words themselves, because I just felt my body squeeze and my panties dampen with my desire. Holy moly, he’s good at this.

“Yes, fuck me,” I whisper, caught up enough in the moment with him to let the curse slip into my answer.

Hayes wastes no time removing my sweater and peeling the leggings from me. He kneels at the edge of the bed between my legs and his big hands push my thighs apart.

“You’re wet for me, baby,” he says, running his nose across my panties and making me shiver. “I want this tight pussy dripping down my face before I fuck you.”

I gasp when he draws a large finger across my opening, hooking my panties and moving them to the side so his tongue can sweep through my folds. He nibbles at my skin, flicking his tongue out and catching my clit, sending sparks dancing at the edge of my awareness. “That… again,” I rasp, wanting him to continue.

His chuckle rumbles against me, and I feel it zinging up my spine, bowing my back with the brush of his chin at my center.

“You liked… this,” he says, flicking my clit again before he truly gets to work worshiping my body.

All I can do is hang on for the ride because he’s driving. My hips buck against him, and he presses me down with one thick forearm, continuing his sweet torture as I writhe under him.

“More, please,” I beg, missing the fullness of him in this hazy moment of awareness.

He obliges and gently slides a finger inside my body, stretching me as my center instantly clamps down on him. The feeling of his finger dragging through me is nearly enough, but I whimper, knowing there is still something missing. He pulls his finger back and slides a second in, and I feel impossibly full, finding exactly what I was looking for.

He caresses me inside, and his mouth continues the delicious ministrations to my clit. He makes short work of taking me over the edge, as my body shudders and I release into waves of bliss that radiate through my whole body with a wordless shout.

“That’s my girl,” he says, voice deep and satisfied from low down my body.

I feel my panties dragged down my legs, and Hayes leaves me for a moment to remove his pants. The next moment, he is above me, lifting my hips and pushing in as my core continues to throb with waves of pleasure.

“So tight,” he groans, slowly fitting himself into my body.

I remember to relax at the tugging stretch, willing my body to take him in all the way so I can be as full of him as possible. I grip his shoulders and pull him against me and raise my hips to meet his thrusts.

“Hayes,” I say, my voice breathy and hesitant. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, angel,” he groans into my neck. He leans back, hauling me up to straddle his thighs as he settles himself back on the bed. “Ride my cock like you mean those filthy words,” he commands.

A wave of power rolls through me at his words, and I start moving in earnest, grinding against him.

His hands settle on my hips, helping me find a rhythm that sends the embers of a release spinning through me again. As I start to slow and tense, he pounds into me from below, setting off the orgasm so all I can do is ride out the pleasure. He rolls me over and thrusts into me hard, my entire body jerks with the motions. I am too languid to push back, content to take each punishing thrust and enjoy the sensations that build in me on the heels of the last orgasm. I feel the sparks roiling at the base of my spine and arch as another release rolls over me. I gasp and claw at Hayes’s back as he fucks me senseless. With a roar, he slams all the way in and I feel the pulse of his release along with my rhythmic waves.

He collapses forward, burying his face in my hair as we breathe through the moment, or minutes, it takes for our heartbeats to slow and our breathing to even.

“That was… whoa,” I gasp out.

Hayes releases a contented sigh. “Hell of a way to welcome a man home.” He gathers me in his arms and rolls us to the side, his hand sliding lazily along my side. “I missed you.”

It’s only been hours since I was in his company, but I missed him, too. I know what it’s like to be separated from him for much longer now, without the assurance that I will see him again at the end of a workday. It was reassuring to have him come back to me in the end.

“How was work?” I ask, nuzzling into the perfect nook his shoulder and neck make for my head.

“Fire and brimstone, bad PR, and a lot of shit-talking from the media,” he says, the words rumbling against my ear that’s pressed to his chest. “Payton and Zander are going to South Africa tomorrow to deal with the fallout on the ground.”

I pull my head away so I can look at him. “Why aren’t you going with them?”

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