Page 75 of The Obvious Check

Her breath catches, but she doesn’t stop, and I feel every slow, torturous drag of her heat against my cock, the friction sending sparks up my spine.

“You don’t know how badly I want to kiss you right now,” I rasp, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” She gasps when I start to shift with her, letting her know that we’re in this together. I won’t just sit here and let this be some hollow performance.

She rolls forward, her body molding into mine. She’s liking this, but there’s still a barrier between us, and I plan on tearing it the fuck down.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I whisper, and continue to move with her, rolling my hips up to meet her, just enough to let her know what she’s doing to me.

“Feel that, baby?” I groan, subtly pushing my hips up to meet her heat. “How fucking hard I am for you? Fuck, do you know how badly I want to rip this tight little thing off you?” My teeth graze my bottom lip as I take in the sight of her panting with her thighs trembling around me. “I’ve been dreaming about this. Dreaming about getting my mouth on you. About spreading you out and tasting how fucking sweet you are.”

She shudders, her nails digging into my shoulders. My dick strains against my jeans, and I swear to God, if she doesn’t stop grinding on me like this, I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.

“Shit, Sav. If you keep moving like that, I might have to take you right now.” My voice is thick, dark, and dripping with promise. It’s then I see the smallest hint of a smile on her face. “Is that what you want? For me to bend you over this chair and have you moaning my name so loudly Luke knows you’re mine? I’ll make you forget every other man who’s looked at you if that’s what you want.”

She lets out a needy little sound, her breath coming faster, her rhythm becoming frantic.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I rasp, nipping at her collarbone, knowing the camera won’t catch it. “Ride me, Sav. Take what you need.”

She lets out a wrecked little whimper, and her body starts to tremble.

“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re close, aren’t you?” My hands are aching to grab her hips and ride this out with her the way I think we both want it. “Can you imagine how good it’ll feel when I finally sink inside you?”

She whimpers, her hips slowing.

“Take it,” I say, my hand dropping to her thigh, another blind spot for the camera. My fingers dig in, squeezing just enough to remind her that I’m here with her.

She stiffens against me, her body betraying the pleasure she’s trying to suppress it. But I see it. Fuck, Ifeelit.

“Take what you need from me, baby,” I rasp, my thumb grazing higher, just barely brushing the seam of her bodysuit, right where I know she’s pulsing for me. “Come for me.”

A shudder rips through her, her hands tightening on my shoulders as she starts to move faster, more frantic now, more needy. I slide my hand higher, just enough to feel the damp heat through the fabric, and she gasps as her body jerks against me, grinding harder, chasing the release she’s so fucking close to.

“Fucking take it, Savannah,” I growl, pushing my hips up to meet her. “Ride my cock andtakeit.”

Then her head falls forward and she lets out this ragged, strained whimper as her entire body trembles.

“Cade,” she pants, her voice wrecked and desperate. When her eyes open, they’re glazed and hazy with need, only making me break.

Without thinking, I cup her face roughly, pulling her to me as I crash my mouth against hers, swallowing her orgasm as it tears through her. She shatters in my arms, her thighs quivering and her hips jutting against mine as she moans into my mouth.

It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt.

I kiss her through it, letting her ride every last wave of aftershock, and it feels fucking phenomenal to know I did that for her.

BANG!

The door slams open so hard the walls shake and there’s a sharp crack of wood hitting metal making Savannah jolt against me.

“I told you not to touch my girls!”

Luke’s voice is a low, seething snarl, barely controlled fury behind his words, and before I can react, Cal and Mark are on us. Savannah is ripped off my lap, yanked so hard that she stumbles and a surprised gasp slips past her lips. Her eyes find mine, wide and frantic, but there’s nothing she can do. NothingIcan do.

“What the—” I barely get the words out before thick hands clamp around my arms, wrenching me up from the booth.

The plates and glasses on the table rattle as they drag me up and out of my seat. My feet barely touch the ground as I’m hauled toward the exit, and I know exactly where I’m going.

Luke stands in the middle of the room, arms crossed over his chest, smirking like the smug piece of shit he is. “I knew you couldn’t contain yourself,” he sneers, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re fucking obsessed with her.”

I should be pissed. Maybe I am. But mostly? I just feel calm because I knew this was coming. The second Savannah straddled me, the moment her breath hitched from something other than fear—Iknew.

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