Page 19 of Kane's Kind of Trouble

Oh god. God. I’m about to fuck a twenty-year-old. My boss’s daughter. My obsession. The woman I symbolized with a tattoo over most of my chest.

And I’ve got a lot of work to do to get that tight little hole ready. To do that best, I need her below me.

“Gonna put you on your back now, beautiful.”

She whimpers when I drag her off of me, settling her below me. Her legs snap open, like she’s allowed me in a thousand times before.

“That’s my girl.” Leaning over her, I brace myself on one hand, letting the other feel the weight of her tits, drawing the peaks between my fingers. Then my lips. “I’m gonna eat you until you melt.”

The way her breathing speeds, her body beginning to writhe, causes agony inside of my briefs.

Slow. Take it fucking slow, Kane. The reward will be so damned sweet.

When I kiss her stomach, Eagle whimpers my name. When I slide a finger inside while I suck on her clit, she gets silent, but the rock of her hips is the only indication I need that she’s on board.

My cock pulses hard.

And I remember—FUCKING HELL—I don’t have a condom.

“Babe,” I rasp, “you on the pill?” Please say yes.Please.

“No.”

An icepick sticks into my brain. “No birth control?”

She looks up at me, dazed. “I’ve got an IUD.”

When I laugh, almost deliriously, she grins. “Guess I should have told you that.”

“You okay with bareback?” I check myself. Eagle probably doesn’t know what that means. “No condom.”

“Of course, it’s you, Kane. I totally trust you.”

Of course. She trusts me.

If I could punch myself in the face and still keep my fingers inside her, and my arm bracing me above her, I would.

“You’re gonna feel so good,” I squeeze out between my locked vocal cords. “I need you to come first.”

And that’s what she does. I plant my shoulders between her legs, and go for broke. Loving Eagle with my tongue, my lips, my fingers, until she unravels on a low, throaty cry.

Something shifts in my chest as I unbuckle my belt, open my fly, and rise over her again.

TEN

Eagle

Kane’s expression is fierce. His muscles corded. Veins crisscrossing his arms, his chest, even his forehead as he stares straight into my soul. “I need you so fucking bad, Eagle. This is not just about fucking you.”

My mind feels vaporous. Intoxicated, like the time I drank my father’s wine—but so much better. The high from Kane’s touch is otherworldly. I want him to feel this same thing too.

When I reach for his open jeans, he exhales in a rush.

“I need you too, Kane. Let me help you. I’m ready.”

He watches me free his rigid length. Moans, hardly, when I wrap my fingers around the massive girth of him for the first time. “Careful, don’t stroke me too much. I’m a loaded weapon.”

“And I’m your target?”

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