Page 19 of The Hard Hitter

I whimper and want to challenge him, but I’m too afraid he’ll stop, so I go perfectly still and let him feed me his cock. I gasp as he seats himself so high, he’s against my cervix, and plunging deeper. But I want it harder, I want to ache inside.

“Fuck me, Zander,” I cry out. “Fuck me with that beautiful fat cock of yours.”

“Jesus,” he murmurs, and I blink my eyes, a little shocked at my bluntness, to be honest. I’m not sure what it is about this man, but he can sure bring out the dirty girl in me. He inches almost all the way out and slams in so hard, my back teeth clench.

“Yesss…” I hiss. He does it again and again and again, his balls slapping against my legs and his dick filling me to the hilt. One hand snakes around my body and strokes my swollen clit, and just like that I’m freefalling from the cliff.

I open my mouth to scream his n

ame, but the intense pleasure steals my words. I catch his eye in the mirror, my mouth in the shape of an O, as he continues to pound, drawing out my pleasure. His face contorts, and I love the way he unleashes, not at all embarrassed or ashamed of his needs. He curls into me and throws his head back as he releases high inside me. Once he’s drained, he falls over my back, his hot breaths ticking my flesh as we both gasp for air.

He slides a hand between my chin and the sink, pillowing my face, and my pulse leaps at the sweet gesture. He’s a wild man in the bedroom, but he’s also a really considerate guy. I could get use to that.

No, no, don’t go there. This is sex and nothing more, and that’s just what you want. Hot, dirty sex with a bad boy.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers against my skin. He stands and lifts me with him. His hands slide around my body, cup my full breasts through my shirt and give a little squeeze.

“I haven’t spent enough time here,” he says. “Christ, I never even got you out of your shirt, but no worries. Next time, I’m going to slide my cock right in between them.”

I moan. “If you keep that up, we’ll never get out of this bathroom.”

He chuckles, and the breath of air pushes my hair into my face. He pulls it back and says, “I’m okay with that.”

“Quinn must be wondering what happened to us.”

He sighs. “Yeah, we should get back.”

He disappears into the bathroom stall, comes back with some tissue and wipes me clean. I stand there for a second, just staring at him.

“Sam?” he asks. “You okay?”

“Sure,” I say, although I’m not sure I’ll ever be okay again. This guy is so incredibly sweet, it’s like Cupid’s arrow to the heart, but no matter what, I can’t—won’t—fall for him. Cripes, I’d only end up screwing things up, anyway.

I tug my pants up and check myself in the mirror. “Crap,” I say.

“What?”

“I look like I’ve just has sex in the bathroom.”

He steps into me, presses his chest to my back. “You kind of did.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want the world to know it.”

He frowns for a second, then his forehead smooths out. “You’re right. Quinn would read more into this.”

“We can’t let her know or think there’s anything between us.”

“You’re right.”

I wave my hand in front of the paper towel until it spits out a brown sheet. I do it a couple more times until I have enough. I run cold water and wet the paper, then put it to my cheeks to wash away the heat from my post-orgasm bliss. Once my skin has returned to its normal color, I pull a comb from my purse to fix my hair and then apply a thick layer of lipstick.

“Beautiful,” Zander says.

I turn to face him, and my heart nearly stalls. Honest to God, he’s the nicest-looking man I’ve ever set eyes on, and I can’t believe I just has sex with him in the bathroom. Amazing sex.

I want more.

“We should go,” I say.

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