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“I’m a greedy man,” he confessed, and there was an unexpected softness beneath the hunger. “Greedy for your pleasure. Your laughter. You.”
“So…” I tried to cobble together the patchwork of thoughts that kept breaking apart. Particularly because he’d gotten naked at some point. I was still in my sleep tank, but I really didn’t care about me.
Not waiting for me to sort out the syllables, he stroked a finger down my cheek to my lips then to my throat. When he wrapped his hand around my neck, I shuddered.
“Yes?” A query. A demand. An order.
“Yes,” I said, more than happy to comply. Not that it rushed him along, the man’s control was just… superhuman. He fisted himself with his free hand and began to stroke his tip along my slit. Tiny eddies of pleasure burst with each teasing touch.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest and into me.
“Legs around me,” he issued the order with all the confidence of a man who would be obeyed. Since I absolutely arched to hook my thighs to his hips, he wasn’t wrong. “Good girl.”
He nudged at my entrance, a single, testing nudge. I was so damn wet and ready for him. He must have agreed because he didn’t make me wait.
With a low growl, he thrust forward and impaled me in one smooth stroke. The stretch was right on the point of pain, utterlyperfect as it shoved all the air out of my lungs. Another cry burst out of me as he sank balls deep.
Not waiting for me to adjust to his girth, he rocked his hips, thrusting, and his cock slid in and out of me in a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful. His breath seemed to be coming in the same ragged explosions as mine.
Every thrust ended with him bottoming out. I locked my legs to his hips and wrapped my hands around his forearm as he tightened his grip on my throat. He wasn’t squeezing, not quite, but he kept me in place as he pounded into me with far more control than I possessed.
A genuine smile creased his face and it made my heart stop. Every push of his dick ignited sparks of pleasure in my system. The coils of pleasure and pressure, tightened to almost unbearable and, yet, he continued to drive me back onto the sofa.
I was so damn close. Too close. Bones stared down at me, his eyes almost perfectly dark as he held my gaze captive while he sheathed himself inside of me over and over. When he tightened his hand on my throat, the pressure expanded and blinded me as the pleasure exploded.
My body convulsed as my inner muscles spasmed around him. The orgasm ripped every thought from my head until I was just a creature of sensation, riding him as he slammed into me over and over again. It didn’t take him long to follow me, his cock pulsing as he came in a rush of heat.
We stayed there, locked together. Bones eased his hand from my throat, letting it rest against the sofa. Our bodies entwined, his forehead pressed firmly against mine. The rapid panting of our breathing mingled the air between us, a dance of desire.
When I surged forward, he met me with a kiss that sparked like a live wire — a sudden blaze that lit up every nerve, igniting something wild and electric inside me.
The raging fire between us had already mellowed, and the kiss deepened as he teased my tongue with his. The softness called to my own, asking, teasing, offering and shifting from erotic demand to something far more profound.
His lips, once urgent, grew gentle, tracing mine with a reverence that sent shivers cascading down my spine. The tension melted from his body, replaced by a slow-building warmth that wrapped around us like a shared breath.
The world around us fell away, fading into silence, leaving only the pulse between us — real, raw, and alive. In that moment, there was no past, no future. Just now. Just us. A sanctuary forged in the quiet press of lips and the space between us.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
LUNCHBOX
The courthouse steps loomed ahead like a bad omen in good lighting. The architecture was clean, symmetrical, and self-assured. It was also cold, distant, and far too open for my tastes. The same could be said for Grace, I guess. Except right now, she wasn’t Grace.
Today, she’d taken the role of an attorney: Amorette Black, her twin sister. She walked with a kind of purpose that said power, class, and assurance. It was almost spooky how well she vanished into this role. We’d never met her twin, but Grace possessed a kind of innate sensuality and playful charm that filled her every interaction whether she was throwing a brick at our heads or teasing us in bed.
This role as her sister? It wasn’t her. They might be identical, but I’d never mistake one for the other. They were so different, beautiful—but different. Gracie?
She wasours.
“She’s going in,” I said, low into the mic.
"Copy that," Alphabet replied from the van a block down. “Got eyes on north and east. Goblin’s chewing something, I think it used to be a protein bar.”
Goblin made a rude noise in the background. Alphabet laughed. Considering we got protein bars for the Staffy, he’d probably scored himself a treat. I shifted against the stone planter where I’d taken a seat to “eat” lunch and have a coffee.
It was cold out here, the air bitter and dry. It had snowed recently, but they’d had more than enough time to clear the streets and sidewalks. There was still snow frozen on the green spaces, but everything else was dry and clear.
