Page 18 of Viral Justice

She rubbed herself over his cock and he thrust up against her. Then he treated her other breast to the same attention as the first.

She dropped her head back and groaned.

He sucked. Hard.

She bucked and made incoherent noises in the back of her throat. The strongest woman he knew was getting off on giving him control.

She was close and he was going to push her over.

Clamping her body close with one arm behind her back, he sent his other hand down the front of her soft sleep pants and inside her panties. He stroked one finger down the seam of her and flicked her clitoris, then shoved two fingers into her at the same time as he gave her breast another nip.

She exploded and hid her face against his neck to muffle her cries.

He stroked her through her orgasm, bringing her down gently even though he was still rock hard and shaking like an addict staring at his fix.

She opened her eyes and looked at him with such satisfaction that he got, impossibly, harder. “Your next order, sir?”

Chapter Five

Max was staring ather like a tiger does when it has sighted prey.

Total focus.

Bottomless hunger.

Sexiest thing ever.

“I want you naked,” he ordered.

She shimmied off him and slid her pajama pants off. Panties too.

His gaze dropped to caress her skin. She’d thought he looked feral before, but that had just been the appetizer. If she didn’t feed him something quick, he was going to pounce.

She was tempted to let him, but what she’d just learned about him told her it would be better if she made it completely clear that she wanted this, wanted him.

She didn’t want him castigating himself tomorrow. Or the day after that, or next week. If he decided he didn’t want to sleep with her again, so be it, but she wanted tonight more than she wanted to make general. She didn’t want him angry with himself for having sex with her. Hell, she wanted him to want it for a long time.

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