Page 14 of My Bossy Valentine

Taking her hand, I bring it to my lips. “Not the office tonight.” I turn onto my gravel drive and park the truck. My cabin is two stories with a wide porch, four bedrooms, and the best view on the mountain. Will she like it? I turn to her and find the passenger door already open. Avery hops out and turns in a circle.

“It's beautiful! Is this where you live?” She hurries up the steps toward the door.

I bark out a laugh, lock the truck and rush after her. “It is. I made dinner for you.” My throat gets tight, and I have to clear it. “It's not fancy. We could still go out.”

She throws her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a searing kiss. “Or we could stay in and reheat dinner.”

“Jesus. You're perfect.” It takes two tries to get the key in the lock and the door open. Avery is giggling madly while I'm making a mental note to install a numeric lock tomorrow. Fuck this key shit. I barely get the door closed before she's shoving my suit jacket off my shoulders and opening the buttons on my shirt.

“You look great tonight. Did I say that? I love the suit. You'll have to wear it again when I can admire it on you instead on the floor.” She spreads her hands over my chest. “I've dreamed of touching you like this.” Her hands dip below my belt. “And like this.”

I'm already hard and aching for her. My hips buck forward, thrusting against her hand. I tear at my belt and zipper. “You want this?” I ask roughly, freeing my cock.

She wraps her hand around it, humming. “I do.” She strokes my length, exploring, driving me crazy.

I kick off my shoes and shed the rest of my clothes, trying not to break contact with her touch. It feels too damn good. “Your turn, sweetheart.”

“What if I want to be the one fully dressed this time?”

Not happening. Not when she looks like that. I spin her around, find the zipper, and pull it down. “I'll let you play femme fatale another night. Tonight, I need to see what's mine.” The dress slinks down her body to pool at her feet. She turns, revealing a red satin bra and sheer panties with a red satin bow. Am I drooling or is that pre-cum pooling at my feet? Goddamn.

Avery unhooks her bra and tosses it at me, then shimmies out of her panties.

“I don't think I can make it to the bed, honey.”

She laughs. “Have a desk handy?”

Yes, but tonight I want something a little softer. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and yank her close for a hard kiss. When she melts against me, fingers threading through my hair, I palm her thighs and lift her up to wrap her legs around my waist. Her hot core slides over the head of my cock, and I groan a curse. She makes me feel like a fucking teenager.

I stride to the overstuffed chair and sink onto it, arranging her so she sits astride me. “This okay?”

She bites her lower lip and nods. “Can I touch you now?”

I can't deny her, but it won't be long. Not when I need her like this. “I'm yours.” I guide her hand back to my cock and show her how I like to be touched. Her breathing picks up, her hips squirming on my lap, looking for relief.

Her skin is soft, smelling like my favorite garden. I run my hands over every part of her, then take her nipple in my mouth. I suck one, then the other, driving her higher.

Her thumb slides over the head of my cock, making my hips jolt forward.

“Oh!” She does it again.

I capture her wrist and bring her hand up to kiss her palm. She can explore later. Right now, I need her to come for me. “You're so beautiful, Avery.” I slide my fingers between her folds, seeking her entrance. “Look how wet you are.” She rocks against my hand, biting her plump lower lip. “That's it. Good girl. You're going to come first.” I pump one finger inside her, then another. She's tight. Really tight.

I pause as a realization hits.

“Don't stop. I want you, Spencer. All of you.”

“Be sure, Avery. Once I’m inside you, it’ll be damn hard to stop.”

She kisses me. “I’m positive.”

I find her clit with my thumb, rubbing small circles until she shivers and cries out. Before she can recover, I angle her hips forward and thrust between her folds. “Ready?”

She grips my hair tight, almost whimpering her “yes” as another orgasm takes her.

I notch my head at her entrance and thrust home. Avery's back bows, pushing those luscious breasts in my face. I suck her pretty nipples until her body relaxes enough for me to move. Soon her hips are rolling and she's riding me. A flush steals over her cheeks, down her neck and across her breasts. She's the most goddamn beautiful woman in the world.

I bring her to the peak once more, then push her right over into a third orgasm. Her body clenches tight around me, dragging me with her. White flashes across my vision, then slowly fades.

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