Page 60 of The Thing About My Rival

“Protection?” I ask.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

As he reaches for his back pocket, I finger the outline of the bulge in his track pants. It’s long and thick and a little bit frightening. But good God, I can’t wait to feast my eyes on him, to feel this man in my hands, inside my body.

He’s still trying to undo the foil square when I sit up and plunge my hands inside his pants and boxers.

“Holy shit.” I giggle at my own exclamation.

“Like what you’ve found, Wilcox?” He smirks and raises one eyebrow.

I nod and stroke my fingers up either side of his length. “Like what I’m doing?”

His eyes close and his head falls back. “Holy shit is right.”

I grab him tighter and slowly pump. I want him to feel the best he’s ever felt. For me to be the best for him, like he just was for me.

He twitches in my hand, like he’s already about to explode.

“Fucking hell.” The wrapper still in his hand, he grabs my hips and drags me off the bar, my feet thumping to the ground. In the same swift movement, he spins me around and yanks my ass against his crotch. “Hold on tight, Wilcox.”

And I do exactly as he instructs—lean forward and grab the edge of the bar. It’s exactly the same position I was in just a little while ago when I was taking deep breaths and thought he’d left for the night.

Oh, what a difference a few minutes can make.

The torn wrapper drops to the floor just in front of my feet, which must mean I am fantastically, terrifyingly, close to having Hugo inside me.

He reaches around and strokes my still-swollen throbbing clit.

Then his tip nudges my entrance. Nudges and circles. Nudges and circles.

“Are you ready, Wilcox?” he pants.

“Born ready,” I tell the floor and close my eyes.

The first inch of him makes me cry out.

“You okay?” he asks, resting just the head inside me. “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?”

Well yes, it did hurt, but I definitely don’t want him to stop. “It’s okay. You’re just a bit…much.”

He chuckles. “You’ve thought that since the moment you met me.” And increases the pressure on my clit, setting my body on fire all over again.

He eases himself in a little farther, circles his finger again, reigniting my fire and my juices, and my body welcomes him in.

“Okay?”

It’s nice of him to check again. Even nicer that his voice is so throaty.

“God, yes.” And I am. I could not be more okay to have Hugo freaking Powers filling me with his enormity.

He lets out a longaaahwhen he finally buries himself up to the hilt.

“Christ, Wilcox.” He rocks back and forth, stroking himself against my inner walls. “You’re so warm and wet and fucking delicious.”

He feels so good. So fucking good. And with all of him inside me and his finger caressing my clit, I start to climb that rising wave once more.

His thrusts get harder, more eager, until he’s exiting my body entirely then powering himself all the way back in. Over and over.

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