Page 103 of Courting Gossip (Courting)
He tilted his head. ‘Luxxor courts trouble. You need me.’
She worried her lower lip. ‘Should I do this, Brody?’
‘I can’t make that decision for you – but if you do, I’ll support you.’
‘It’s a shady business.’
He shrugged. ‘We’re shady characters.’
She laughed, but cut it short. ‘I want this bad. For me. For us.’
‘Then do it. You know you can.’
‘I can,’ she repeated. She nodded…and then nodded again. ‘I can, andI will.’
He was lucky he was ready when she launched herself at him, because otherwise she would have knocked him over. He caught her as she kissed him, and he hitched her up higher. Her legs and arms came around him like clinging vines, and his erection was immediate.
She was hot as a pistol. All that worry and energy had built up inside her until she was spontaneously combusting. She rubbed her breasts against him, and his hands clamped down on her bottom.
‘Right here,’ she gasped. She ripped off his tie and started on his shirt. ‘Now!’
He looked for a flat surface and decided the wall would do. He pushed her up against the empty space behind the front door at the base of the stairs and jammed his hand into his pocket. ‘Doctors’ appointments. Tomorrow,’ he demanded.
They kissed each other hot and deep. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, and he sucked on it hard. Her hips wiggled, and he bucked against her.
‘Ohhh!’ she gasped.
Her thighs squeezed tighter, and she lifted herself up so she could work her hands between them. She had his shirt open, and soon his pants were in the same state. Brody worked the condom on and reached under her nightie.
There were no panties there. All he found was warm, tender flesh. She squeezed her eyes shut and rolled her head against the wall when he dipped his fingers inside her. She was wet as rain. He positioned himself at her opening, she spread her legs wider and he thrust into her.
Her nails bit into his shoulders. ‘Yes!’
This wasn’t going to be a slow ride. He began thrusting, and he watched her breasts jounce against his chest. She twisted in pleasure against the wall, and her hair clung to it in wild disarray. She was sensuality personified, and she was his. Only his.
He worked the strap of her nightie over her shoulder and bared her breast. He wrapped his hand around it as he fucked her possessively down below.
The flash fire couldn’t be contained, but it also couldn’t last. They clung to each other kissing and making love until Genieve arched against the wall. Her breasts thrust up and her pussy ground down. Brody let out a shout, and his hips went into overdrive. He climaxed with a fury and braced his hand against the wall to keep them upright.
It was over almost as quickly as it had begun, but they were both left wrung out and happy.
Brody kissed the side of his lover’s neck. ‘Do you know who you are now?’
‘Who?’ she murmured.
‘Madam Hart.’
Her breath caught. ‘I like it.’
‘But always my Jenny.’
She smiled and snuggled closer. ‘Always.’
