Page 117 of Winning Brynn

“Yes, yes, like that,” I chant, gasping and moaning against his lips as he pistons his hips and fucks me harder still.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans. “So warm, so tight, so goddamn wet for me. Your pussy was made to take my dick.”

The coil of pleasure low in my stomach begins to pull tighter. He grips my wrists in one hand and wrenches them above my head, bracing himself on them as he uses his other hand to pin my knee to my chest.

Fuck, it’s so deep this way.

It’s everything I wanted, almost too much to take, yet I still crave more of it, more ofhim.

His pelvis grinds against the piercing in my clit, sending shockwaves of blinding pleasure through my bloodstream. My moans grow louder and unrestrained. The bed creaks between us as he builds me up to an orgasm I know might just destroy me.

But there’s no stopping it.

I wouldn’t even want to try.

It barrels toward me, a wave of blazing heat and electricity, and all I can do is hold onto the man who’s making it happen.

“I’ve got you, baby. Let it out.”

My lips part in a silent scream as my back arches from the bed, smashing my breasts up against him, the hair on his chest raking against my nipples in a way that only serves to intensify the pleasure.

White-hot energy tears through me, igniting every nerve and setting my entire body alight with a wave that won’t seem to crest. It goes on and on, the electric current touching every part of me, from my toes to the tips of my ears.

I’m whimpering as color dances in my vision, exploding like paint splatter across my eyelids, no matter how tightly I have them shut. It feels like an age has passed before the orgasm finally releases me.

I blink up at Leo, dazed and barely conscious.

But he isn’t finished yet.

Rolling onto his back, he brings me with him, clutching me to his chest as his hips piston beneath me, their rhythm stuttering, his breaths ragged and uncontrolled.

“Fucking. Love. You,” he grits out just before he stills, and warmth spills inside me.

Afterward, we lie together, sweaty and panting, in the low-lit sanctum of his room. Gordon is curled somewhere at our feet, relieved to be lying on the bed instead of hiding under it, where he was the entire time I was having the life fucked out of me.

Leo’s fingers trace little circles on my upper arm as he presses his nose into my hair and breathes in. “Still doubting your place in this family?”

“No.” It’s the truth, one that makes me smile into the sex-filled air, even though he can’t see it. “Am I still fired?”

“Absolutely.”

“So, I just live here now? With you?”

I feel his nod against my head. “Pretty much.”

“What about Salem?” I ask. “Or are you planning to exploit me for free childcare services?”

“Yep. You caught me,” he chuckles, shifting us so that I’m on top of him, and he can look me in the eye. Dragging his fingers down the side of my face, his expression turns soft. “What we do about Salem is up to you, really. You’re not under any obligation to keep looking after her, so I can hire a new nanny if that’s what you want.”

“No. I don’t want that.”

He smiles, his dark eyes so gentle as they look at me. “Are you sure?”

I’ve never been so sure of anything. He must see my answer on my face, because he leans forward to kiss me softly. “Use my credit card for the shit you like to buy her from now on. No more spending your own money on my daughter.”

“Hey!” I pull back from him, feigning offense. “Nothing I buy is ‘shit,’ and I’ll spend my money however the hell I want to.”

He shakes his head. “So stubborn.”

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