Page 31 of Worth the Fall

Something flashes in his eyes before he captures my mouth in a kiss that steals my breath. He grabs both of my hands,pinning them to either side of my face as he presses the tip of his cock against my opening.

"Don’t worry, baby, I promise you can take it." His voice is thick and gravelly, the restraint he’s exercising causing the veins on his neck to thicken. "Let me help you." He holds himself in his hand, gently toying with me, sliding in and back out with only the tip before circling my clit and tapping it rhythmically against me.

"More." I gasp when he obliges, my body relaxing, taking him in a little deeper each time.

When he finally pushes fully into me, we both groan at how perfectly we fit together. He starts slow, maddeningly slow, until I'm digging my nails into his shoulders, begging for more. Only then does he give me what I need, driving into me with an intensity that has me seeing stars.

"It should be a sin to feel this good." His lips tease mine, kissing me gently with every thrust deep inside me.

"It feels so goooood." I lose any sense of reality when he tilts his hips upward on his next thrust. "Don’t ever stop."

"Close," I gasp, feeling the pleasure build again as my thighs start to tremble.

"Let go," he growls, his rhythm faltering. "Want to feel you squeeze me, milk me."

I fall apart with his name on my lips, and he follows right after, face buried in my neck as we both shudder through the aftershocks.

"Think you can handle that four more times tonight?"

"What!" My eyes fly open and I turn my head to look at him.

"Teasing." He plants a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose, running his hand over my hair. "Maybe?"

I stretch, my body aching in the most delicious ways.

"I feel like I’m already gonna need to learn to walk again. Four more times and I would split completely in two."

"Mmmm, exactly. I want you so ruined you can’t leave," he whispers, sending a thrilling shiver down my body.

"Well, in that case, we’re going to need food." I sit up, extracting myself from his limbs.

He groans but lets me slip from the bed, watching with heated eyes as I pull on his discarded Henley. It falls to mid-thigh, and the possessive look on his face when he sees me in his clothes makes me want to forget about food entirely.

"That's not fair," he says, voice rough. "You can't wear my shirt and expect me to think about dinner."

"Multitask," I tease, tossing his jeans at him. "I was promised excellent take-out connections."

He pulls on his jeans but stays shirtless, and now I'm the one struggling to focus. The man is unfairly attractive.

"Like what you see, Counselor?" His grin is knowing as he catches me staring.

"Just ensuring thorough documentation," I say primly, then shriek with laughter as he pulls me back onto the bed.

"Documentation, huh?" He nuzzles my neck. "Should we be taking notes? Preparing exhibits?"

"Very professional," I manage between giggles as he tickles my sides. "Though I'm not sure how we'd file this particular brief."

"Under 'thoroughly satisfied client services'?"

"Oh, so I’m a client?"

"You did text me to discuss professional matters, so technically…"

I smack his chest even as I laugh. "You're terrible."

"You love it." He freezes slightly as the words slip out, too close to deeper feelings we're not ready to voice.

I kiss him softly, breaking the tension. "Maybe I do. Now feed me before I start reviewing your kitchen disaster in detail."

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