Page 49 of Undercover Desires

As we make out like horny teenagers, he carefully maneuvers me, preparing to lay me down on the couch. “My wings,” I breathe into his lips, and he helps me shrug them off so I can lie flat. He moves over me, continuing to shower me in kisses.

Every press of his lips into my skin is sweet ecstasy. I didn’t realize how much I craved his lips on me until right now, but I can’t imagine how I lived my life without experiencing this. His kiss creates tingles throughout my entire body. I rock into him, needed the friction against my throbbing pussy. I can feel his hardened length pressing into me. He’s ready to go, and so am I. Weeks of built-up tension have us ready to explode at any second.

He runs his hand over my breast, his large hand surrounding it, and he grips tightly. I feel it right through my body the way he wants to own me. I arch my back off the soft leather in appreciation. He pulls back, peering down at me. “This is a bad idea, babydoll.”

“The worst idea I have ever had,” I agree with him, getting lost in his eyes. He’s so gorgeous I could stare at him all day.

“We can’t do this. You know we can’t, right?” he says, his eyes serious. But even as he says the words, I feel the press of his hardened cock digging into me. He’s just as desperate.

“Yes,” I murmur into his lips, kissing him again. “We should stop before it gets out of hand.”

He thrusts his hard package toward me again, with more force this time, and I feel it through the fabric of our clothes. Jesus Christ. He hits me right where I need it. Right where I want it. “Bella,” he growls, and I know he’s trying to stop himself.

“Kobe,” I mutter his name in reply. I need to stop, move my body from underneath him, run the hell away as fast as I can. But I can’t. His body weight on top of me feels too good. So right. I want this. Even if it’s the most stupid thing I have ever done in my life, I can’t leave this room tonight without knowing what it’s like to be owned by Kobe Rivera.

CHAPTER 20

KOBE

I gaze down ather, lost in her sad eyes. She’s so broken tonight, and I want to be the one to fix her. To bring her back to life. I know this is a mistake. I need to stay the fuck away from her. Something tells me if we cross this line, it’s going to change both our lives, but she wants me. She asked me to kiss her, and it’s all I have wanted since I met her. I can’t stop this and deny her what I know she craves.

“We need to stop, sugarplum. Someone could walk in,” I tell her again, my voice barely a whisper.

“Hmm, I should get back to work,” she agrees, but the fabric of her tulle skirt rubs at my crotch. I’m so impossibly hard. I haven’t fucked anyone but my hand since I first laid eyes on her, and if I don’t have her right now, I might lose my fucking mind completely. But she’s against me, us. She wants to destroy us and everything we have worked for, and that should be enough for me to send her on her way. It has to be.

She bites my bottom lip, sucking on it playfully. I busy my hands in her hair, kissing her harder. Fuck, she’s impossible towalk away from. My hands skate down the bodice of her angel costume, and I pull the fabric down, exposing her breasts. Two perfect handfuls with pale pink areolas. Her nipples are hard, and she pushes her chest into my hands. I can’t stop now. She’s so needy for me, and after everything she’s been through tonight, she deserves this. A good screw to help her forget the fucking creep who was messing with her. She doesn’t know the half of it. If she did, she wouldn’t be shedding tears over the asshole. Who would I be to take this away from her when she needs it so much?

Her hand slides down, and she palms my cock through my suit pants. I help her out, undoing my fly so she can feel me. A shiver runs over my body. It’s been so long since I have been touched.

“You’re huge,” she gasps, wrapping her hand around me, stroking back and forth.

I chuckle into her lips, glad she’s impressed. “Just wait until I fuck you,” I hiss, feeling the crazy take over. This sweet innocent little cop has never seen the likes of me before.

“Fuck, Kobe,” she moans.

I take a nipple in my mouth and suck, grazing my teeth over the smooth flesh as I pull back. “That’s right, you’re going to be a good girl and fuck Kobe.” I grin toward her.

“I really should get back to work,” she mutters again, but her eyes are closed. Her head tips back in pleasure as I suck on the other nipple. She moans, and it’s the best sound I have ever heard. I find my way under all the layers of fabric in her skirt, stroking her soaked panties. She moves into my hand, wanting more.

“I’m dying to get my fingers inside of you.” Greedily, I shove the fabric out of the way, exploring her pussy. She’s slippery with desire, and I easily push two fingers inside her. Ever since Sunday night, I have been dreaming about this, her tight pussy squeezing around my fingers as I stretch her open for me.

“Kobe,” she cries out in shock.

“Spread your legs wider,” I coach her.

She wiggles them farther apart. I pulse my finger back and forth, toying with her. She’s tight. I need to loosen her up. Her juices coat my fingers as I slip a third finger inside of her. She’s so wet for me. I knew she would be. She needs a good fuck. It will loosen her up in more ways than one.

“God, Kobe, what are you doing to me?” She rocks under me, moving her hips to meet my thrusts.

“Stretching you, baby, you need it. You're so fucking tight.”

“Oh, I really do. Whatever it is you're doing, don’t stop. It feels incredible.”

I pump her harder. Finding her clit, I apply a little pressure with my thumb, curling just enough to tip her over the edge. Right on cue, she shudders under my fingers, pulsing around me as she cries out. I shove my free hand over her mouth, trying to quieten her down. She’s louder than I expected, and the last thing I need is one of my brothers interrupting us.

“Shhh,” I warn her, my eyes serious.

She nods, understanding. Her eyes are filled with so much lust. She would do anything I asked her to right now. I can see it, and I fucking love it.

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