Page 66 of The Contractor's Rose
I growled as I took her in. I reached up and palmed her perfect tits, rough and greedy, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she arched back into me.
“God, look at you,” I muttered against her neck, my voice low and dangerous. “Every fucking inch of you is mine.”
“Yours,” she breathed.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Gavin. Always.”
Spinning her around, I shoved her gently but firmly down over the countertop and stepped behind her. Unbuttoning my jeans and letting them fall above my knees, I smirked a bit, remembering her comment about my lack of underwear … It was saving us precious time. My hand swept over her back, then down to her hips. I gripped her hips and slid into her in one smooth, deep thrust.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hissed, staring down where we were joined, her slickness coating my cock every time I pulled back and pushed in again. “You feel that, sweetheart? You feel me filling you up like this?”
She moaned, high and broken. “Yes, Daddy. So full.”
“Good girl,” I praised, holding her tight and snapping my hips hard. “So fucking perfect for me. Look at you, taking all of me.”
As I fucked her deeper, I placed my hands on those perfect cheeks and slid my thumb from her drippingentrance up between her cheeks, pressing softly against the tight ring of muscle. She gasped, a tremble running through her spine.
“You’ll let me take this too, sweetheart?” I asked, voice low, breath hot against her shoulder. “Let me stretch you open and fill this sweet little hole?”
Her body answered for her, pressing back into my touch—silent but unmistakable consent. She was ready. More than ready. I pulled away, spread her gently, and let a long, hot string of spit land right where I wanted it. My thumb worked in with slow, steady pressure, coaxing her open.
“That’s it,” I praised, stroking circles around the sensitive skin with my thumb, adding more pressure and entering her slowly. “Just like that, baby. You take everything I give you, don’t you?”
She whimpered, “Gav—Daddy.” Her body went soft with pleasure for a heartbeat.
“You tell me if it’s too much, Rose. If not, I’m going to fuck both these pretty pink holes right here on this desk so that every time you ring someone out, all you’ll think about is me.”
“Yes. Please, Daddy. I want it.”
“Good girl.”
“More,” she panted. “I need more.” Her fingers curled around the edge of the counter, white-knuckled, and her hips pushed back against mine.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart.”
Scanning the desk, something caught my eye. My hand stretched past her body, and I saw her eyes widen when I wrapped my hand around the item. Then my eyes caught on something else: the bottle of unscented lotion sitting beside her laptop. Jackpot. I pumped some into my hand and beganto massage it into her ass, working two fingers deeper until she moaned my name like a prayer.
“Breathe in for me, Rose,” I encouraged.
As she did, I slid my fingers out and replaced them with the handle of a screwdriver I’d left here the other night. It only took a few moments for her body to lock up and shatter.
“Gavin—!”
Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, milking every drop of cum from me as I spilled deep inside her. I held her there, buried to the hilt, panting, forehead resting on her back as I slowly pulled the handle free.
“Holy heavens,” she mumbled into the desk.
I laughed softly, placing kisses along her spine. “You got that right, sweetheart.”
She turned her head just enough to look back at me, smiling, flushed, and blissed out.
“This store’s never going to feel the same again,” she said.
“That’s the point.” I grinned, helping her up gently. I kissed her, slow and soft this time, the intensity melting into something tender.
“You ready for tomorrow?” I asked, brushing a curl from her cheek.
She smiled lazily, eyes still heavy-lidded. “I think so. Nervous, but excited.”
“Good,” I said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You should be. It’s not every day you reopen the place that saved you.”
She went quiet at that, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of my jaw.
“You saved me, too,” she sighed.
My throat tightened. I didn’t say anything—just held her closer, letting the silence say everything that words couldn’t.
