Page 101 of My Pucked Up Enemy

“Good,” he says again. “Because I want to be the only thing you remember today.”

He shifts over me with a wicked glint in his eyes, bracing his forearms on either side of my head. Then he lowers his mouth to my ear.

“Keep your hands above your head,” he murmurs.

My breath catches, but I do it, threading my fingers into the pillow behind me.

His lips trail down my neck, and then he slides lower, mouth worshipping each breast, teasing my nipples until I’m gasping. He doesn’t rush. It’s a slow, consuming taking. His hand grazes down my stomach, stopping just above where I ache for him.

“You’re already shaking,” he whispers, voice husky. “And I haven’t even started round two yet.”

I squirm beneath him, but he pins my hips with one strong hand. His tongue follows his fingers as he kisses a slow, deliberate path down to my inner thigh—then bites, gently, just to hear me moan.

“Alex,” I gasp.

“Yeah?” he says, voice rough. “You want me to stop?”

“No,” I groan. “God, no.”

“Then don’t move your hands.”

I don’t. I can’t. Not when his mouth finally finds me again and drives me straight over the edge.

Only when I’m boneless and breathless beneath him does he slide back up, positioning himself over me, lips brushing mine.

“Now I’ll show you what it means to not be in control,” he says, and thrusts two fingers into me with one deep, claiming stroke.

I spread my legs and pull him closer. “Take me,” I whisper. “I want you to take control. Just… take me, Alex.”

His eyes flare. “You sure?”

I nod, breathless. “I don’t want to think right now. I want to feel you. All of you.”

He smirks, slow and sinful. “You’re going to feel every second of this, Nina.”

His mouth on my chest is fire. His fingers find their way lower, slow at first, then confident, coaxing moans I can’t hold back. I writhe beneath him, no longer sure where I end and he begins.

When his cock enters me, it’s a stretch, a shock, a homecoming. We move together in fits and starts—rough and then slow, like we’re learning each other all over again.

“Say it,” he murmurs, lips at my ear.

“I want you.”

“Louder.”

“I want you. I want this. I want—”

He cuts me off with another kiss, hips slamming into mine in rhythm that steals the air from my lungs.

There’s nothing but sensation now. No job. No fear. No future. Just this. Just us.

His thumb finds my clit and circles it until I’m shaking.

“Come again for me, Nina,” he commands.

And I do. Hard. Clutching him, crying out his name, clinging like I might lose everything if I let go.

He follows moments later, groaning into my neck, collapsing onto me with a final, shuddering breath.

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