Page 91 of Forever in the Country

Later.

I palm my erection through my boxer briefs and practically snarl at the contact. Her hooded eyes ping-pong between my face and my hand—her bottom lip snagged between her teeth as she presses her thighs together.

“Sorren…”

Her hands grip the counter harder, her knuckles turning white as she tries to ease the ache between her legs.

“Are you ready for me, Sunshine?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t we check, hmm?” I ask before taking a step toward her. Without warning, I hook my fingers into the top of her leggings and drag them with her panties down her legs.

She gasps as the cold air hits her heated skin, and I waste no time dipping two fingers inside her pussy. I want to devour her—spank her—fuck her over and over again.

Any self-control I possessed tonight went out the window the second I saw her shaking her ass at the counter. That plus the smell of chocolate was like a damn aphrodisiac.

“You’re so fucking wet.” The words are full of praise, and she dips her head in response.

“Yes.”

“It’s not going to be gentle,” I warn her as I push my underwear and jeans only far enough to let my dick spring free.

“Please, Sorren.”

“Hold on, baby.”

It’s a command she obeys right before I slam inside her. My fingers bite into her hips as I piston in and out of her tight body. I grit my teeth, the sound of skin slapping and her incoherent rambling the only thing I can hear.

“You take me so good. So fucking good, Rhea.”

She screams as her pussy tightens around me, and it’s enough to push me over the edge. She collapses onto the counter, her head resting on her forearms while we both come down from the euphoria.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, and I roll my lips inward to hold back my smile.

“You okay?”

“You fucked me within an inch of my life.” She peeks back at me and sighs. “Well done, sir,” she sasses and I laugh.

“Thank you.”

Her lips curl up into a smile as she props herself up on her elbows. “I love your laugh.”

I wink at her as I gently pull out and swipe a couple of paper towels from the roll beside her.

“Huh, almost like you planned that,” she jokes.

“Almost.” I smirk and then clean her up after tucking my dick back inside my pants. She shimmies back into her clothes and grimaces. “What?”

“My panties are wet.” My grin is wolfish as she raises a single eyebrow. “Know anything about that?”

“I knoweverythingabout that,” I say as I wrap my arm around her waist and haul her against me. Dipping my head, I take her mouth in a slow, appreciative kiss. “How much do you have left to do here?”

She drags her fingernails up and down the back of my neck, and this time I’m the one who shivers. Her smile is playful, and I squeeze her ass in response.

“I have to box the strawberries and then clean up.” She looks to the side and back at me. “So much cleaning.”

“You take care of the strawberries and I’ll clean.”

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