Page 103 of Hidden By His Side

She cried out, sinking her teeth into his neck to muffle it as she fell apart under him.

Ramiro moaned as he sank all the way inside, pushing into her clutching pussy. He caught his weight on both arms, shuddering as he rocked deep inside her.

Summer held on to him tightly, even when the orgasm was over. Her body shivered all along his, feeling so goddamn perfect.

He continued to rock, not wanting to do anything else, just wanting every second of being connected to her.

She let out a happy sigh as her legs uncurled, shifting back down his hips.

“That’s it. Melt all around me. This feels good, doesn’t it?”

She hummed her answer, licking the bite mark she’d left on his neck. “You can take me hard,” she offered.

His fingers stroked the top of her shoulders. “I want you just like this.”

Her mouth drifted from the side of his neck until she licked his Adam’s apple, mouthing it and making his breath catch as his need spiked.

He thrust harder, barely able to pull out before sinking back in. “Fuck. You know all my likes now, don’t you?”

“Not all.” Her knees lifted, her thighs cradling him as her feet planted on the bed. She used the leverage to arch into him with his next thrust, and he groaned, his hips snapping forward.

“That’s it.” She nipped his Adam’s apple. “Fuck me, Ram.”

Heat engulfed his body as his gentleness fell away. One of his hands slid under her ass, and he let go, fucking into her as she asked, his mind slipping away with how good it felt.

Their skin was sweaty and stuck together. She was making those whimpering cries. Her nails scraped marks on his back, marks that told him he was hers. She felt so hot and wet, squeezing all around him as she came again.

Ramiro fucked her through it, too gone for words, communicating only in moans as he thrust into her faster.

Her body melted, cradling his as he moved, letting him do all the work to pull her tighter, tight enough to feel that baby bump against his own stomach. When she came the third time, he came with her, pumping every drop of his cum deep, wanting her insides coated with it.

His arms kept her safe, propping up most of his weight as he shuddered. He groaned as he rolled them to their sides, his hand clutching the back of her head and hugging her to him.

“Fuck. How does it get better every time?”

She giggled, the sound sinking deep inside his chest.

He kissed the top of her head, his other hand drifting down to her ass, holding her tight so they stayed connected.

Ramiro had become greedier and greedier. The office was clean and ready almost immediately after, but he preferred their home setup with her right in his space.

Besides, he still didn’t know what the cartel was trying to accomplish with the fire and the phone calls. He’d had Hayes trace the number, but it wasn’t just one. They had been calling from different burner phones each time.

Hayes also reminded him that the home office had a camera, and when Ramiro remembered the way Summer had coaxed him into taking her on top of the desk, he’d been tempted to meet with Hayes in person so he could punch him in the face.

It had been longer than normal since he’d forced his hacker to leave his house, but as tempting as it was, that would mean at least a couple of hours away from Summer.

Ramiro’s phone buzzed from the bedside table. He considered ignoring it, but the buzzing kept going, a phone call, not a text.

He had to slip out of her warmth to reach it, adding irritation to his voice when he answered Ash’s call. “What?”

Ash didn’t respond. Muffled sounds filled the background, flesh against flesh sounds. Someone was taking a beating.

“Fucking hell,” Ash finally said, but his voice didn’t sound close to the receiver. “I’ve got better things to do than watch this shit.”

Another voice laughed an answer.

Ramiro’s eyes narrowed as he slid his legs off the side of the bed.

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