Page 63 of Operation Heartbeat

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The plump, juicy berry skimmed across Sophie’s lips, raising a moan to her throat.

“Open your mouth.”

She did, and Con dipped the berry between her lips. She bit into the delicious ripeness and released the moan trapped inside as flavors burst on her tongue. Crisp champagne mingled with the sweet fruit.

Before she could say anything, Con kissed her.

Oh god. Her stomach pitched with desire. Need pooled between her thighs, and her pussy clenched hard.

Throwing her arms around his neck, she yanked him down on top of her. His weight made her cry out at the exquisite pressure.

When he swept his tongue over her lips, she parted them for him, accepting, needy. He plunged his tongue inside, dancing it across hers and leaving tingles in her soul.

She hooked her ankle around his hip, tugging him closer. The bulge in his jeans crushed into her pussy.

“I want you—now!” She clawed at his T-shirt.

In a graceful move like a football player on the field, he maneuvered to allow her to strip it off him. As their lips crashed together again, she trailed her fingers over the warm steel of his chest.

Tearing from the kiss, she rasped, “I thought we were only doing this one time.”

“Less talk.” He took control of her mouth. Her body. Her heart.

Walking his fingers up her bare thighs, he caused shiver after shiver in her. His dark eyes locked on hers. “Sophie…what’s happening between us?”

“I don’t know.” She wasn’t lying or avoiding the question—she had never felt anything like this before. The pull between them was magnetic. He was a dark, forbidden universe and she’d been sucked in.

“Take me.”

“Give me my name.”

Her heart thumped hard against her chest. “Ryan.” The syllables emitted as a breath of air heated with passion.

He captured her mouth again. Covering her pussy with his palm, he stroked the edge of his thumbnail up the seam to her clit.

A muffled cry escaped her. Her pussy squeezed and flooded with juices. The soft glide of his fingers through her panties left her aching. When he dipped a finger under the elastic and located her soaking center, shethrobbed.

Wiggling, she tried to get closer. Needed it. Needed him.

There was only one word for what he was doing.

Heownedher.

As she bucked into his hand, he stared down into her eyes until her head swam. She went for his fly and in short order, pulled out his cock. The hard steel in her palm set her on fire.

“I want to taste you.”

He stilled. In a sleek move, he pushed onto his knees. She did the same. Her chest heaved.

At the same time she reached to strip off her dress, he shoved his jeans and underwear down his hips.

He finished before she did and lunged for her, pressing her back on the mattress.

“My panties!”

He hooked a finger in the side and snapped it like it was made of nothing more than a web. “What panties?”

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