Page 54 of Fearless Bond

“Nope. Donated all that shit. I’m proud to say I don’t own a single suit jacket anymore.”

I grinned at that. “Good for you.”

“Are you warm enough?”

“Uh-huh.” I nuzzled his throat.

“We should go to bed. It’s late.”

“Or we could stay here for a bit longer.” He smelled amazing, like always, and before I could stop myself, I opened my mouth over the soft skin just under his beard.

His chest rumbled with a sigh, and he slid one hand to my thigh.

“Barclay… I’m too warm.”

He pulled back and looked at me. I tried to bat my eyelashes and look coy. It made him chuckle, but it worked. He reached for the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head.

“Better?”

“A little bit.”

With another chuckle, he began kissing down my throat. Slowly, he lowered me onto the carpet and undid the button on my jeans. He wrapped his lips around my nipple. The sensation made me moan. A current of pleasure shot from my pec straight to my hole, and liquid heat pooled in my core.

“Will you fuck me?” I breathed.

Instead of answering, he moved his lips to my other nipple. I arched on the floor, pushing my chest up. My nipples were so sensitive; it felt incredible. When Barclay wrapped his hand around my cock, I cried out. Slick smeared between my ass cheeks.

“Fuck me, please.”

Barclay tugged my jeans halfway down my thighs and swallowed my cock to the root. I grabbed fistfuls of his hair. He sucked hard before pulling off with a slurp.

“You’re not in heat anymore, sweetheart. We need to be careful.”

Screw careful. I wanted him in me.

He took my jeans and underwear off. Slowly, he folded my legs to my chest. He raked his gaze all over me, then stared at my hole.

“You’re still swollen. All puffy and slick.”

Then he bent down and licked my rim.

The coals in the fireplace glowed, flames slowly getting smaller. The image blurred as I peered at it, slow, syrupy pleasure spreading through my lower body. Holding my ass cheeks spread out, Barclay began licking into me. My eyes drifted shut.

With firm licks and sensual kisses, he made love to me. He stroked my cock and pushed his tongue deeper. When I spilled onto my stomach, he licked my cum off my skin and went back to kissing my open hole.

One finger, then maybe two. I couldn’t tell exactly. He pulled them apart, stretching me open.

I groaned. “I love when you do that.”

“You’re pregnant. You need it.”

“Fuck me, Barclay. I needthat.” How many times would I have to ask?

He removed his fingers, making me look up.

Finally, he rose on his knees, his fat cock sticking out from his open jeans. He got up to remove the pants, and as he stood above me, all naked, raw want slashed through me. This would be the first time we made love outside heat.

He stroked his cock, looking down at me. I took in the wall of muscles, the dark body hair, the width of his shoulders, and the predatory fire in his eyes. The most magnificent alpha of them all, and he was mine.

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