Page 52 of Designed for Disaster

Natasha’s head fell back against my shoulder, her curls a little wilder than they’d been when I picked her up.

The elevator door finally opened, and we stumbled into the hall, my shirt half untucked from my pants. I kissed her up against my front door, grinding against her as I fumbled with the lock.

When it opened, I caught Natasha before she could fall. I’d left a couple lamps on. She turned her head long enough to glance around. The front room was an open concept spacewith large windows, a massive fireplace, and towering built-in bookshelves. The best part was the wrap-around balcony that overlooked the city. Maybe I’d save that for another night when we could be bundled up together. Right now, I wanted Natasha naked.

Very,verynaked.

“Nice place,” she whispered, kissing my neck.

“Thanks.”

“Sorta thought it might be bigger.”

I scoffed. “Bigger?”

“Bigger is better, you know.” She bit her lip teasingly.

“I see.” I dropped my hands, grabbing her ass, letting her feel the strength of my erection. “Is that big enough for you?”

“I’ll have to inspect it more closely,” she said.

With a smirk, my hands fell to the button on my pants, then the zipper, tugging them down my waist enough to free my erection. It hung there between us, aching and hard. “See what you do to me?”

Natasha’s lips parted, her eyebrow arching slightly. I took her hand, guiding it to my cock, basking in the pleasure that rocketed through me as she squeezed once, twice, three times. “Don’t get carried away,” I warned, threading my hands into her curls as she explored, her thumb bushing over the head of my cock. “I have big plans for you tonight.”

She swallowed hard, her chest heaving, then I tugged slightly on her hair, bringing her face to mine. I caught her in a searing kiss,my tongue slipping past her lips, driving sounds from her she’d be embarrassed about tomorrow.

“Trent,” she whispered, breaking the kiss to squirm against me. When she caught my eye, I could see how desperate she was.

I took control, backing her toward the couch, my pants sagging around my hips. I paused long enough to rifle in the drawer next to the couch for a condom.

“Let me,” Natasha said, taking the wrapper from my hand. She tore it open, rolling the condom onto my cock in one smooth motion.

“You’re good at that.”

She fluttered her eyelashes, dancing away coyly. “I have many talents, Mr. Saunders.”

I stalked toward her until she collapsed onto the couch, her gaze falling to my cock as she reclined into the cushions. “Lucky for you, so do I.” I pressed one knee into the cushion next to her, stroking her cheek with my hand. “Lie back.”

“Is that an order?”

“Fuck yes,” I said, covering her body with my own. My cock dragged against her belly, and I heard her sharp intake of breath as it brushed the space between her thighs. She raised her hips, desperately searching for friction. “Tell me what you want, my little Hellcat.”

“Touch me,” she panted.

“Where?”

She squirmed, arching her back. “You know where.”

“Here?” I asked, sucking a kiss into the side of her neck. She groaned in response, her hips rocking beneath me. “Or here?” I squeezed her breast through the fabric of the dress. “Or maybe here?” I slid my hand beneath the dress, taking hold of one warm thigh.

“Trent,” she hissed.

My fingers inched up her leg, reaching those pretty lace panties I’d been promised in the car. “God, you’re so wet,” I said, dragging my fingers between her legs. She moaned as my fingers finally brushed her sensitive clit. “Can I take these off?” I asked, hooking my thumb into her underwear.

“Yes,” she said, helping me get them down her legs. Once they were gone, I shoved the bottom of her dress up, exposing her to me. She glistened with need, and I throbbed, knowing this was all my doing. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I growled, capturing her in another kiss as my fists twisted in the material of her dress.

“Careful,” she panted, breaking our kiss momentarily. “I don’t want to wreck Stacy’s handiwork.”

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