Page 30 of Uncharted

His fingers pressed into my ass as I gripped his shoulders. The sound of my slickness guided him as he pistoned his hips, bucking wildly beneath me. Our moans and groans of ecstasy filled the room. I slammed down harder, my breath jagged as I found myself on the brink of release.

“I’m right there. Keep going,” Tyler said.

I was gasping for air as my orgasm hit. It surged through me with such fury. I gave over, losing myself, and let it drag me under.

A second later, Tyler called out incoherent nonsense along with my name as his orgasm flew through him.

* * *

“Fuck,” he said as I dropped beside him.

Tyler Sanderson’s skills left me speechless. My breath was coming out in hard huffs. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. I dragged a hand through my freshly fucked hair. It was damp with sweat.

He turned onto his side, facing me. I felt the warmth of his hand as he laid it on my leg.

When I turned to face him, his spectacular chest and ripped stomach were illuminated under the soft glow of the light from the lamp in the corner.

I almost got up, wanting to splash some cool water over my face and cool myself down. Instead, I took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of the passionate heat from our fantastic sex.

My forehead rested next to his shoulder, my lips barely against his flesh. I wanted to place kisses against his skin, but I didn’t. His fingers trailed up and down my leg. I could practically hear our heartbeats banging against our chests. My mind was way too fuzzy from the overwhelming feelings that Tyler Sanderson just fucked to the surface.

Insecurity reared its ugly head. I felt awkward as I discovered I couldn’t even find anything intelligent to say. Tyler Sanderson had effectively fucked every single brain cell out of my head. And now I was there like a freaking mute, willing any words to come out of my mouth.

“Thanks for that. For the stress reliever,” I said. I automatically felt like the biggest asshole in the world. I was aiming for something clever and funny. Instead, my words sounded clichéd and dickish.

I couldn’t believe I said that. I was notorious for saying exactly what was on my mind. But what came out of my mouth wasn’t even close to what I was thinking.

Tyler’s chuckle vibrated through his chest. It reverberated off the walls of my bedroom. I could practically see the dimples on his smiling face as he said, “You’re welcome.” He brought his lips to the side of my head, his perfect lips and warm breath heating my skin. Again.

Why did I have to pick this moment to be such an idiot? Sex with Tyler hadn’t been just a stress reliever. It was so much more than that. Sex with him was better than any I’d had in the longest time. But I couldn’t let him know he just upended my world. What would he think if the stalwart Marisa Atkins who propositioned him for Hump Day Booty Call sex was suddenly consumed by and addicted to him?

I turned around, hoping that not having the sight of Tyler in front of me would help reengage my brain cells and that something better would come out of my mouth next.

The sound of rustling behind me caught my attention. When I turned around, hoping my words would be more eloquent this time, Tyler was back in his jeans.

I couldn’t help but stare at his perfectly chiseled pecs and abs, the mouth-watering vee that led down to the impeccably manscaped part of him that was now, to my utter disappointment, covered. He was stacked, so well-defined, muscular perfection.

The undone button of his jeans made me debate for a moment if I shouldn’t extend the offer of getting back in bed and doing everything all over again. But I didn’t get the chance as he walked over to me. The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile. “I had a really nice time.”

“You know, you got a cute little swagger thing goin’ on.”

“That’s just Bee. Guys call it mypimp-walk.” He chuckled at the admission.

I couldn’t help but laugh, knowing it had to be Mark or Quinn who came up with that term. “I like it. Your swagger, I mean.”

“I like you,” he said.

His voice was deep and sexy and sent a shot of adrenaline racing through me. His lips came to the corner of my mouth in a sweet kiss. The clock on the nightstand showed it was past midnight. I knew we both had important work to do tomorrow, but I was tempted to ask him to stay. Maybe even beg.

But him beating me to the punch, already dressed, deflated my optimism that he would stay if I asked.

“I have to go.” His shirt was unbuttoned and opened, and he was holding his sweater. The words were like daggers to the heart. I was supposed to be the one asking and urging him to leave. This is what we agreed to do. The only reason for him being here was for both of us to get off. Staying and having naked cuddle-time was not.

Tyler didn’t say anything else as he buttoned his shirt, covering his glorious bare chest.

I tried to memorize every part of him. That way, I’d have something for my rub-club, female spank-bank, until next week when I could have him inside me once more.

God, the man was sexy as sin as he stretched his muscled arms above his head and yawned. He gave me another dimpled smile and helped me to my feet.

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