Page 10 of So Wrong It Must Be Right

Dinah swallowed. Funny, she thought she’d want to bolt, but what she really wanted to do was help him out of his clothes. Touch every expanse of tanned skin over rangy muscles he exposed.

He took a step closer so their knees touched. He rested his hands on her thighs, hot and rough. “You’re . . . The picture I had in my head falls short of you in reality.”

Oh God. Hot. Sweet. Amazing kisser. Thiswasa fantasy. It couldn’t possibly be real. “You hold up pretty well yourself.”

He leaned in for a kiss, and this one wasn’t languid or exploratory. It was tongue and teeth and need. His hands moved up her thighs, to her hips, her back. He unsnapped her bra and pulled it off. And then his mouth was on her neck, her chest, openmouthed kisses across her breasts.

She ran her hands over his abdomen, the slight dip of muscles, beyond the hem of his boxers to hot, hard male.

Normally she’d be all for a lot more foreplay, but the situation, the words of the email bouncing around her head—she was dying for this to be more. Dying to befucked.

She was going to beg, because for some reason that made the need sharper, deeper, more everything.

Heart in her throat, nerves battling courage, frustration battling fear, she gave him a nudge so she had room. She slid her panties off and turned on the bed so she could bend over it like they’d laid out in their exchange from earlier. “Now, please, fuck me.”

He cleared his throat, a noise akin to uncertainty, so she grinned over her shoulder at him. She liked this feeling of power, like maybe she surprised him. Dependable, hardworking Dinah never surprised anyone.

But he merely stepped closer so she could feel his presence, his body heat, and then he caressed a hand over the curve of her ass. Oh God, was he going to spank her? This was some demented version of role play, wasn’t it? Acting out all they’d written to each other.

She didn’t plan to speak, to draw attention to it, but as his hand caressed, apleaseescaped her mouth, said in a moan.

His hand drew away, then she felt the slight tap of his palm against her skin. So light it didn’t even jolt let alone hurt, but somehow sent shock waves of lust through her.

“I need you inside me. Now. Get a condom, please. Please.”

Out of her peripheral vision she saw him rummage around in a drawer, pulling out a square packet and ripping it open. He returned to his position behind her.

She watched over her shoulder as he rolled the condom on. Thick and hard, he was going to do exactly as she asked. No fingers, no vague sense of missing out on something by doing it herself. He was going to pound her into orgasm, and she was going to return the favor.

He settled behind her, one big hand gripping her hip. She felt him nudge, slowly, but it didn’t take much. She was so wet and ready for this. After all this time, all those words, finally real.

She moaned as he filled her completely, buried deep inside, his hips flush with her ass. Oh, this was so much better than do-it-yourself.

“You feel so good,” he murmured. “So damn good. Are you going to keep begging, just like we did before?”

“Whatever you want, remember?”

“Then beg. I love it when you beg.”

So she did. She begged and pleaded with each thrust, egging him on with every please, every request for harder or more. She gripped the comforter, pressed her forehead into the mattress.

It didn’t take long for the orgasm to build, swell. Not when his hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks and his cock hit every right spot as it pushed deep.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Come on my cock. I need it. I need you to come. Please. Please.”

It was hispleasethat sent her over the edge to pulsing, exhausting,amazingorgasm.

Still fully sheathed inside her, he rubbed a hand up and down her spine and she slowly let go of the covers, flexing her fingers.

“That was one,” he said on a not-so-steady breath, withdrawing from her. “Now, I think for two you should do some of the work.” He sat on the bed now, scooted himself back to the headboard, then motioned for her to get on top.

She straddled his lap, already desperate to have him inside her again. So she guided him inside, pressed her breasts to his chest. “Remember the time we were like this and I tied you up?” Probably weird to call it remembering when it had just been words, but oh well.

“Vividly.”

She took his hands in hers, lifted them until they rested straight out on either side against the headboard. “So let’s pretend.”

His eyes were dark, intense, and it didn’t feel like having sex with a stranger, and that was probably the worst thing she could feel. But she’d be damned if she was going to care about that right now.

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