Page 16 of Staking His Claim

And again.

And again.

Sweat dripped down his temples, waves of his hair flopping over his forehead. Fletcher hadn’t taken off a single item of clothing to fuck me and it was still the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

“I’m coming,” I whispered, reverent in this beautifully filthy moment. “I’m…God, I’m coming.”

“Yes. With me, baby.” He slammed harder inside me and cursed. “I wanted so badly to make this last, but you’ve made it impossible, haven’t you? The way your ridiculously sublime pussy is squeezing me so damn tight, I don’t even remember my name? I can’t…I won’t…ah, fuck!”

He pistoned inside me and that edge of pain roared back. But pleasure met it, conquered it, and the combination sent me spiraling.

I was grateful he had the wherewithal to clamp his hand over my mouth again because I couldn’t have stopped my scream if my life depended on it.

My climax rolled over me in hundred-foot waves, sucking the breath from lungs. The spasms in my pussy felt like wild zaps of electricity I never wanted to escape from.

Above me, Fletcher tensed, then a low, animalistic growl erupted, unending as he shuddered through his own release.

I felt him flood me. Overflow. Leak to my butt before dripping and I knew we’d made a puddle on the floor.

He didn’t care and neither did I.

His head dropped to my chest as the last of the convulsions shook through us. I was still panting when he spoke.

“I had it all planned out. Dinner tonight at Strada. Dessert at that Japanese ice cream place you seem to like for reasons that escape me.”

I let out the smallest giggle my depleted lungs could manage. “It’s an acquired taste, I know.”

“One I won’t be acquiring anytime soon, I’ll tell you that much.”

“Noted. But why are you telling me about plans that can still happen?” I asked, hoping I’d done my level best to disguise my glee at the thought that Fletcher had planned his afternoon and evening with me in mind.

He raised his head, and his eyes were filled with such glorious satiation, I couldn’t help myself. I brushed back the hair dangling over his forehead so I could see those sexy eyes better.

“Because no fucking way am I sitting through a dinner without tackling you and begging for another go at this pussy.”

My grin slipped free then.

And something else.

That vault I’d kept locked tight cracked open wider.

“So?”

“So I’m going to take you home. And when you’ve recovered a little, I’m going to fuck you again. Then I’ll offer Tony Strada an irresistible freebie to make an exception and send a delivery to my place.”

I nodded sagely. “A freebie from the best lawyer in the country is worth its weight in gold. He’d be a fool to refuse you.”

“I agree.” His eyes sharpened. “You didn’t object to my plan, so I take it you’ll come home with me?”

I was convinced very few people had ever heard this pleading tone from Fletcher Knight. Every time he used it, I felt as if I’d won the Powerball.

“You’ve tempted me with a meal from a three-Michelin-star restaurant, Fletcher. I, too, would be a fool to refuse.”

“And the fucking. Don’t forget the hours and hours of fucking, Emily,” he rasped.

A thrill shivered through me. “I haven’t. I’d say it was the icing on the cake but that would be wrong. It’s the cake, the icing and the cherry on top. So take me home please, Mr. Knight.”

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