Page 55 of The Troublemaker

“Okay, since we’re on the topic of hard times and getting eaten alive,” I say and back up, until I’m practically sitting on the kitchen table.

“What are you getting at?” he growls.

I peel my cover-up off, and I’m instantly rewarded with a heated moan. I point to his pants. “Take them down, just a bit. I want you fully dressed for this quickie.”

“You’re full of surprises, Kinsley. I like it,” he says as he tears into his jeans. “I like it a lot.”

“Let’s see if you like this,” I say and spin around, bending myself over the table and putting my ass in the air.

“Jesus, fuck,” he says and comes up behind me. He grips my hips, rubs his cock over my ass. “You’re killing me, Kins.”

He sinks to the floor, and grips my bikini bottoms, lowering them only to my knees. His hot breath feathers over my naked flesh, and he slides a hand between my thighs, which I can hardly spread, not with my bikini bottoms keeping me restrained.

He slides a thick finger into me. “Jesus, you are so wet.” He parts my lips, and his tongue is on me, licking and entering me, eating at me like a man starved. I quake against the table, my nipples so hard, I’m sure I’m going to scar the wood.

“Fuck me, Cason,” I say and he climbs to his feet. The sound of him working his hand over his cock thrills me and before I know it, he’s at my opening, thrusting into me, hard and deep, and filling me to the hilt. “God, yes.”

He grunts and grips my hips, and I know I’ll have little finger bruises to commemorate this quickie. I love the idea of that. He groans and thrusts, then continues pounding on my cervix, taking me higher and higher. Our sex is hot and hard, neither of us exhibiting finesse. We’re both acting on baser instincts, chasing the same goal of giving and taking pleasure. It’s raw. It’s blunt. It’s so goddamn perfect tears form in my eyes.

My entire body tightens as the physical and emotional tangle, and the second he slides a hand between my legs, I come all over his big, fat cock. As I explode around him, he presses kisses to my neck and back. His hands loosen on my hips, his touch a bit gentler as he pushes deep and stills high inside me. He lets go, fills me with his hot cum, and I close my eyes as my body and heart absorb this man.

“Cason,” I murmur. “I…I…” I have no idea what it is I want to say, all I know is that the emotions are washing over me like a damn tsunami and hot tears are threatening to spill, but not because I’m sad. I’ve never been happier, never been touched so deeply in all my life—who would have thought a quickie would affect me like this.

“I know, Kins. I know,” is all he says as he wraps his arms around me, and lifts me from the table until my back presses against his chest. His heart pounds against my body, as he links his hands at my stomach, holding me to him. His embrace is so tender and loving, my knees nearly give—in fact, they do—but he’s right there to hold me.

His breathing is harsh against my neck, warm and wet, and wonderful. How can a man touch me like this if he didn’t have deeper feelings? Or is that just wishful thinking on my part?

He slowly pulls out of me, and I instantly miss his warmth. He disappears for a split second, and before I can even turn to see where he’s gone, he’s back, putting a tissue between my legs to clean me. I quiver, and his soft chuckle makes me laugh.

“Is this turning you on?” he asks, his mouth near my ear.

“Like you said, all I think about is sex.”

“Lucky me.” He inches back and groans. “Shit.”

“What?” I ask.

“Please tell me that was at least five minutes or I’m never going to hear the end of it from Nina.”

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t.”

“Great. She is never going to let this go.”

I blink innocently. “There is a solution, Cason.”

“Yeah?”

I put my hands over his and hug him to me, not wanting him to rush off. “We could always do it again. Add a minute or two.”

He sinks his teeth into my flesh. “You’re going to pay for that.”

15

Cason

I can’t stop smiling. Sure, I look like a damn idiot, but being here with Kinsley, the insane sex we had earlier this morning, her bent over the kitchen table offering herself up to me, was like icing on the cake and absolutely blew my fucking mind. How the hell did I get so lucky? Oh, I know. Because I made a mistake one night in Vegas. Best goddamn mistake of my life, that is.

As I look at her now, dressed in denim shorts and a snug T-shirt coming from the cottage with a tray of flatbread pizzas for the kids, my heart thunders. She grins at me, and it’s enough to steal the oxygen from my lungs.

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