Page 4 of Off Limits
“Fuck yes,” he hissed. He leaned forward and kissed her, sweeping his tongue over her bottom lip before nibbling it. “Dream. Come. True.”
Heat coursed through her at his words and settled in her core. Her walls clenched around him like a vise. “Fuck me, Brady. Please.”
He groaned. “God, I’ve waited forever for that demand. I thought it’d only be in my dreams.” He pulled back his hips, then slammed into her. “So good.”
Gripping her hips tight, his fingers dug into her flesh and held her where he wanted her. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. She didn’t want to. He pistoned his hips, plunging his cock into her quick and deep.
“Look at us.” His gaze dropped.
She looked down, mesmerized by the way his cock slid in and out of her—each thrust a slow, deliberate stroke that made her body tighten with need. It was, without question, one of the most erotic sights she’d ever seen. Heat flushed across her skin, blooming hot and fast, from her chest to her cheeks.
“It’s so fucking hot.” He slipped a finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to his. “You are so fucking hot.”
“I want you to come.”
“Princess, I’m going to come. I’m going to come so fucking hard.” He slipped a hand between them. “But you’re going to come first.” His thumb found her bundle of nerves and circled it.
“Oh, God.”
“You calling me God is making me remarkably harder,” he whispered in her ear just before she detonated like a bomb.
Everything went black except for the stars on the fringe of her consciousness. Her muscles tensed and released in a magical euphoria. A lightness swept over her like she was a feather that could blow away on a single exhale. She rocked on the edge of the desk, Brady’s body slamming into her, hovering over her. The aroma of his expensive woody cologne centered her, brought her back to the present. The earthy woody scent always reminded her of him.
“Oh, fuck,” Brady punched out between breaths. “Watching you come is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His precise rhythm of earlier vanished. He pounded into her in hurried, chaotic thrusts. A litany of expletives emptied from his mouth. He smashed his lips against hers, his tongue seeking hers, so she granted him access. Several more pumps and he threw his head back, breaking the kiss, and bellowed. The sound came out both agonized and enthralled. A contradiction.
Watching him fall apart tightened her chest like her heart was two sizes too big for her rib cage. Brady didn’t lose control. Ever. He wasn’t vulnerable. And yet, he ground out his orgasm with slow circles of his hips and rested his head in the crook of her neck.
She didn’t know if she should say something. She didn’t know what to say. She’d wanted this moment. She’d planned it. Getting him alone. Seducing him. A small smile tugged at her lips. Even if she had been placed off limits, she had masterminded this seduction to perfection.
Chapter Three
Brady
Brady’s heart thundered against his chest. He’d just had the most epic orgasm ever. Life altering.
