Page 70 of Captivated By You

“Fuck off, you idiot.” I rolled my eyes, curving a hand around Kiana’s waist. “You okay?”

Johannes blew out a huff of air. “She’s fine. I can have a civilized conversation, you know. When I put my mind to it.”

“Debatable,” I muttered.

“Johannes was apologizing for teasing me that day I came to your apartment.”

“That wasn’t teasing. It was a predator playing with his food.”

“Oh, Ash.” She nudged me and giggled.

“No, he’s right,” Johannes said. “I’ve got a well-earned reputation.” He scanned the room, his gaze lighting up. “Time to go have some fun.”

Before I could figure out which poor guest had gotten caught in his marauding sights, Mom appeared and dragged me off with her.

For fifteen minutes, I spoke about family and what they meant to me, and the huge part my uncles and cousins played in my life. I told a few anecdotes of tricks Uncle Jameson had played on us when we were kids. And I wished him a long and healthy life filled with many more birthdays just like this one. But the entire time, my gaze was on Kiana. The sexy curve to her pale pink lips, the way her eyes shone with pride, and how she pressed a hand to her chest at the more poignant parts of my speech. And all I could think was how I couldn’t wait to get her beneath me, naked and bucking those hips as I plowed into her over and over.

Guests applauded as I stepped down from the makeshift stage, but I only had eyes for Kiana. I made a beeline for my woman and gripped her hand, towing her through the throng.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private.”

I opened the door to the library, the smell of old books and leather assailing me the minute we entered the room. I kicked the door shut, my mouth on Kiana’s in an instant. I found the zipper at the back of her dress and inched it down. The top half came loose, her tits spilling out and into my waiting hands.

No bra.

Thank you, Alexandra.

“Asher.” She moaned, then gasped as I twisted her nipples. “What if someone comes?”

“Oh, someone is going to come. You can count on it.”

I bent low, sucking on one nipple, twisting the other. I fucking loved her tits. Playing with them, watching them bounce as she rode me, the way they hung low when I fucked her from behind.

Tugging the zipper the rest of the way, the dress fell to the floor. I unfastened my belt, flipped the button on my pants, and unzipped myself. My cock spilled free, jutting toward her.

“Shouldn’t we do this in the bedroom?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I shifted her panties to the side, sucking in a sharp breath. “Christ. You’re so fucking wet, and I’ve barely touched you.” I slid one finger inside her, then another, my thumb rubbing circles against her clit, my mouth feasting on her tits.

“Asher.” She groaned. “I’m so close. How am I so close already?”

I tongued her nipple, driving her faster to the edge. She cried out, loud enough that if anyone was passing by, they wouldn’t have failed to hear her, and you know what? I didn’t give a shit. But if anyone dared to open that door knowing there was someone on the other side fucking, they’d live to regret it.

Her walls pulsed against my fingers, a climax ripping through her. Christ, she was magnificent, head thrown back, revealing her creamy throat. Full lips parted, eyes closed.

I captured the image in my mind.

“You’re so damned perfect.”

I lifted her, hooked those slim, gorgeous thighs around my hips, and plunged into her. Her pussy clenched around me, milking me, stretching to accommodate my violent thrust. I felt wild with need, driven on by the idea that we were in here fucking while two hundred guests were a few feet away on the other side of the door. I wasn’t an exhibitionist, and neither was Kiana, but the fact that she’d let me fuck her while my uncle’s party raged on outside humbled me. She knew what I needed, and she gave it to me.

But it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get deep enough. I pulled out, spinning her, pressing my palm to her spine to bend her over the arm of the leather couch. Bending my knees, I drove in deep. Kiana let out a sharp gasp, followed by a moan of pleasure that she muffled with a cushion. The sound went straight to the primitive part of my brain. I withdrew slowly, then thrust inside her over and over. Zero finesse, a hundred percent instinct. My balls slapped against her ass, my fingers digging into her skin.

“God, I love you.” An orgasm burst out of me, my cock jerking as I emptied myself into her heat. I held her firmly by the hips, holding myself in deep, my chest pumping air too fast for my lungs to cope. The room spun, my spine tingled, and I couldn’t feel my legs.

“Jesus Christ.”

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