Page 59 of Love Bank
Bain let loose an expletive between clenched teeth. His hands gripped my hips harder, his chest smashing me against the wall. The closer position lit up my entire core and made my nose go numb. The friction of his pubic bone on my clit was everything a girl needed to find sweet release.
Then he bit my neck and sucked, trying to mark me. He’d done it once before, causing me to have to wear my old turtlenecks for a few days to cover the mark. The bastard did it on purpose. Fortunately for him, I was too far gone, at that tipping point of pending orgasm where I’d let him do anything he wanted as long as he delivered. And deliver he did. I let him know with a loud groan, my eyes squeezing shut and instantly missing the view of a wet Bain gazing at me with that intensity of his that made my knees weak.
When his own groan broke the seal on his hickey in the making, I opened my eyes again, needing to see his neck strain and his jaw lock tight. There was nothing sexier than the moment Bain lost control and spilled himself into me. I’d been memorizing his every detail, tucking away the information for later when he moved on and I no longer had access to these private moments. That day was coming, despite all his gestures lately that falsely said otherwise.
He set me down and kissed my forehead before soaping me up thoroughly with a devilish gleam in his eye.
“Nah-huh, mister. We both have to get to work,” I warned him when his hands lingered a little too long on my breasts.
He hung his head like a little boy reprimanded, but didn’t argue for once. We took turns rinsing off before stepping out of the shower. Bain gestured for me to go first, ever the gentleman.
“There. Two positions not in your precious Kama Sutra. Wall sex and shower sex,” Bain said from behind me.
I dried my body and left the towel on the floor just to piss him off. Bain was a bit of a control freak when it came to picking up his house. It gave me great pleasure to get him riled up. Riling him up usually led to revenge sex and I’d quickly learned I liked him a little on the wild side when the clothes came off.
I rolled my eyes. “Those aren’t positions. More like locations.”
He snapped his towel, narrowly missing my naked buttocks. “Whatever. You liked it well enough.” He began to mimic me in a falsetto voice. “Oh God, oh God…”
I giggled, even as I ran into the bedroom to escape him and his taunting. I jumped onto his bed, where we’d just gotten up to get ready for work. “You’re failing your end of the bargain. You’re supposed to be teaching menewpositions.”
He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, his towel swiping through his dark, wet hair. The rest of him was on display, a playground of ropey muscles, veins under tan skin, and a dusting of hair in all the right places. Holy hot boys, he just gave me an orgasm that left me lightheaded and wobbly legged and I wanted him again.
“Quit looking at me like that, Lucy.” His voice had dropped, the command clear even though his hardening body told me he quite liked the way I looked at him.
I arched an eyebrow and pushed my breasts out. I was learning how to work my feminine wiles. “Any chance you have time for a quick lunch visit today?”
Bain stalked toward me, his cock jutting out. “Only if you’re thinking what I’m thinking.”
My foot dragged along my leg before I let my knee fall to the side, giving him a full view between my thighs. His gaze instantly dropped and he swallowed hard.
I nodded. “I want to crawl under your desk and give you a blow job.”
He dropped the towel and rubbed the back of his neck. “Jesus Christ, woman. I was thinking more like you in one of those long wool skirts flipped up and high heels, bent over my desk with your ass mine for the taking.”
I nearly groaned, picturing it. What had he turned me into? I was sex crazed. Sex addled. Sex obsessed.
His cell phone rang, breaking the moment. He gripped his cock, like he was trying to rope it in and tell it to calm down.
“Down, boy. Later, I promise,” I told his erection, giving it a sexy wink and an air kiss.
His laughter made me smile while I got dressed and Bain took his call. He was stressed with work, so every laugh I got out of him felt like a victory. He had some consultant dogging his every move, looking over every damn detail of his prison. As much as I teased him before over his procedures when an inmate was released, I’d come to see he was an excellent warden, caring about every single procedure, employee, and inmate who came through his doors. To have to answer to an outside consultant tested him sorely.
I pulled on the wool skirt and high-necked blouse I’d brought over in a small duffel bag, planning on spending the night when Bain had begged me. He’d been so patient with me, letting us keep things secret while my mom was in town. I hadn’t told Bain my reluctance to share that piece of me with her, and frankly, why should I when we were just a temporary thing? Mom had left last week to catch up with some friends of hers on a Mexican cruise and I’d gotten a little looser with our affair, staying the night at his remote house more often than not. It would take quite the snoop to see my car was parked in Bain’s driveway all night long.
Which meant Poppy probably already knew, the little minx.
Honestly, while I enjoyed my time with Bain immensely, I felt like there was a ticking clock in my head, counting down the days, hours, minutes of our time together. He’d tire of me eventually and move on, the novelty of showing me new sexual positions not being enough to keep his interest for much longer. The thought made my chest ache, so I tried to push it aside as soon as it flitted across my brain.
He and I were such opposites. He took risks like I made to-do lists: constantly and religiously. He was bold to the point of reckless, defiant in his confidence, barking orders with complete trust he’d be obeyed. He was obstinate and damn me to hell if all that wasn’t hot.
But Mom hadn’t raised a doormat, and where she failed, that magical goat had taken over, sparking alive the devil in me who couldn’t help but push Bain’s buttons. I got in his face and tempers flared. His eyes would flash and he’d clench his jaw. I’d flash back to his fist strangling his cock, that same jawline alerting me to his rising blood pressure, and before I knew it, clothes would come tearing off and his mouth would devour me.
We flamed hot and bright. I reveled in it.
But all flames burned out eventually. I dreaded it.
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