Page 142 of The Puck Stops Here

She turned her head and wanted to shy away from what she saw. ‘Oh no you don’t.’ He shifted to her side, curved her back against his front so they faced it together. ‘You’re too beautiful to hide.’

Holding her wrists in one hand, he trailed the other down her body, along the curve of her breast, circling her nipple as she arched into his touch, into him… She dragged in a breath, her cheeks flooding with colour as she watched her wanton body demand more, her thighs falling open as he dipped lower still.

‘Do you see what I see?’ he murmured, fingertips teasing along the band of her shorts. ‘Do you see how beautiful you are?’

She shuddered with a whimper.

‘Do you?’

She nodded into his eyes as he slipped inside, one skilful stroke between her folds and she spasmed, her hips rolling for more.

‘Was that a yes?’

She couldn’t form a word. She was going to come apart and he wasn’t even close.

‘Watch yourself come, Astrid, see what I see.’

Fuck, she was watching, and she was going, and there was nothing capable of stopping it, not her control, not her will, nothing.

‘That’s it, baby, I’m with you.’

His breaths shortened with hers, his eyes hooded as they watched her in the mirror. She’d never been so turned on, never felt so desired… she wanted to grip him, tip him over the edge with her but he had her wrists held fast.

‘Please…’ she managed to pant. ‘I want you.’

He gave a low growl. ‘I want you too.’

‘Then take me…’

She pushed back and he released her, freeing her to strip her bottoms as he stripped his.

‘Please tell me you have a condom in that wallet?’ she hurried out, rolling him onto his back and straddling his thighs.

He reached for it as she did. ‘Oh no, you don’t, I’ve got this.’

She snatched it up and he lay back, his blue eyes glittering with amusement, want…adoration? Her heart flickered to life and she ignored it. Focused on the heat, the task at hand. She found the packet and tore it open.

‘Now lie still while I get this right…’

‘Yes, boss,’ he ground out, eyes glinting as his cock bucked within her grasp and she slid the condom down, keeping him pinned there as she lifted her body over him.

‘Now you watch,’ she whispered, turning his head to the mirror.

Then she took him in inch by inch, cherishing his groan, the colour in his cheeks, the way the muscles in his neck corded as he gripped her thighs.

‘Do you see what I see?’ she said, lowering her mouth to his ear, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. ‘How beautiful, how sexy, how incredible you are?’

He shuddered, dark lashes flickering as his vulnerability threatened to surface.

‘You’re so fucking incredible,’ she stressed, moving over him until his eyes were blazing anew, his cheeks hot, mouth slack. ‘And it’s time you realised it.’

He gave a guttural groan and threw her under him, one powerful thrust taking him straight to that sweet spot within. But she knew she’d touched a spot within him too. A spot that needed hitting, that needed telling, that needed loving…

No,notloving. This wasn’t love. She squeezed her eyes shut against it and focused on the pleasure tightening through her core. Every hit against her G-spot taking her to the edge. To the all-consuming high that only sex could bring. A safe high. A temporary high. A?—

‘Blake!’ She came so hard, so fast, her body gripping and shattering around him as he growled his release into the crook of her neck.

His entire body shuddered over her as he fought to keep his weight on his hands. But she didn’t want his careful consideration. She wanted him to fall. Wanted to feel him top to toe, pressing into her, consuming her… wanted this connection for as long as she could keep it. And sweeping her arms up, she tugged his own down, forcing him into her embrace and holding him tight.

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