Page 23 of The Baker's Dozen

Oh fuck. That feels so good.I grind forward and backwards on his face, following the push and pull of his big hands on my ass, and every time I rock forward, his nose presses against my clit.

“Dawson,” I say, the sound a breathless groan.

He shakes his head side to side as he digs his tongue deeper into me, and the friction of his nose against my clit, his beard stubble against my sensitive skin… it’s almost too much. Too good.

My hands tighten onto the headboard and my thigh muscles begin to tense. My body jerks as I get closer to climax—

Dawson hauls me backwards just as I’m about to drop off that cliff into an epic orgasm, and we’re both breathing hard as he looks at me with eyes so dark with lust I almost combust from just that look alone. He reaches down and squeezes his fist around his cock, wincing as he says through clenched teeth, “Christ,Sophie, I almost came just from eating you.” He retrieves the condom then rips into it quickly and guides it onto his erection. “Come here, girl.”

I move quickly, still throbbing with need as I settle over his thighs. Dawson’s hands find my hips again, digging into my flesh in that dominant, possessive way of his as he positions the tip of his shaft at my entrance. He holds my gaze as he lowers me down slowly, smirking when I groan at the feel of him where I so desperately want him most.

I rock forward, then freeze when my body shudders, my orgasm too damn close.

“Fuck, angel,” Dawson murmurs, “you look so good on my cock.”

He lifts his hips, slowly driving into me deeper, and we both tremble at how good this connection feels. With his next thrust, he slides his hand behind my neck and hauls me down, crashing our mouths together in a fierce, hungry kiss. His tongue slides against mine with fevered strokes, and his hips jut upward quickly, rocking my body as he claims me.

Our orgasms slam into us hard and fast and simultaneously. I fall apart in his arms as he kisses my lips, my cheeks, my jaw, murmuring sweet praise against my skin as he comes undone right along with me.

For these stolen moments, I willhappilyspend the rest of the day commando in yesterday’s clothes.

We stay wrapped up in each other far longer than we should, and I get the impression Dawson is as reluctant to say goodbye as I am. So when he finally pulls away from me without a word, kisses the tip of my nose, then disappears into the bathroom and turns on the shower, my stomach plummets.

Because he’s giving me my out.

Maybe it’s cowardly to leave while Dawson is in the shower, but I don’t think about it too long, don’t allow my heart to talk my brain into sticking around for some awkward, drawn-out goodbye.

It was a good night.

No, it was aphenomenalnight.

But that’s all it was.

One night.

Hurrying through the suite, I locate all of my clothes and dress as quickly as possible, leaving my panties exactly where they landed last night even though the voice in my head demands I don’t do something so out of character.

With my purse and high heels in my hand and my heart in my throat, I exit the suite, closing the door softly behind me.

Once in the hallway, I allow myself a moment to mourn never getting the chance to truly know this man, then I straighten my shoulders, hold my head high, and hurry into the elevator to make my way downstairs.

Chapter Eleven

Sophie

Exhausted, deliciously sore, and with a body marred by the dirty mouth of a southern gentleman, I can’t keep the smile from my face as I stride off the elevator and into my office, a few minutes late for work, but close enough.

I mean, who’s counting anyway? It’s not like my boss pays much attention—he certainly never did when we were dating—and Lisa has literallyneverarrived to work before me, so I’m good to sneak into my office and pretend everything is normal.

Of course, I probably won’t walk right for a week, sonormalis relative. But every minute I spent with Dawson last night was worth every ache, pain, and bite mark today.

A giggle slips past my lips and I cover my mouth.

“That good, huh?”

I whip my head up and freeze. Lisa’s already in my office, settled behind my desk as she reviews the stack of twenty-three men we chose yesterday afternoon.

Forcing a smile, I say, “Hey.”

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