Page 36 of Eligible Best Friend

Lia gasps the same thing I’m thinking. “Protection.”

I yank my hips away from her and the heaven I just tasted. “Shit. Sorry.”

I’ve only been that careless once. Cass’s birth control wasn’t enough then, and I’ve never gone without since. It takes me seconds to retrieve the condom from my wallet, rip it open, and roll it on. The entire time, I have her pinned against the wall, waiting.

This time, when I lift her legs, she doesn’t resist. She’s propped against me like she was born to fuck me against the wall. I capture her mouth as I push inside. Once I’m fully seated, I take a moment to breathe through the staggering bliss crashing through me. She makes the first move with a roll of her hips.

Fuck. “You’re going to kill me,” I murmur against her lips.

“I’ve already died,” she whispers, and that’s the last talking we do.

I pull out and thrust in and repeat, a mindless, rutting beast. Her walls grip me and my pleasure wipes out coherent thought.

I can’t get enough of her. I clamp my hands on her hips. I kiss along her cheek and down her neck and nibble at the base of her throat. She’s writhing against me and she might climax again if I have enough control to slow the hell down. I don’t.

Electricity gathers at the base of my spine and my balls tighten a second before my orgasm slams into me.

If I didn’t have a mouth full of her, I might make more of a racket than she did.

She flexes and spasms around me as I release so hard, so deep inside of her, I’m worried the latex won’t hold. Any concern was obliterated when she came again.

We breathe into each other. She’s trapped between me and the wall, but I’m not sure who’s holding who up.

Usually, at this point, I’d say something cocky or drop some comment to make it clear where we’re going from here—no cuddles, no breakfast.

Not this time. I need a few moments to recover.

She tilts her face against mine. “Is everything okay?”

I study her. “Amazing. You?”

Her lips quirk with a hint of shyness that goes straight to my heart. “I guess I’m doing okay.”

I chuckle and tighten my hold around her. We’re both still wearing our shirts. There’s so much of her I haven’t seen yet.

“So…where’s your bedroom?”

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Lia

Water sluices off my body as I kneel in the shower. Ford towers over me, his expression as earnest as a kid getting his first brand-new bike.

I stroke my hand along his length. He’s really big. Long and thick, he fills every part of me.

How can this man make me feel so feminine and dainty? It’s not like this at work. On our shifts, we’re equals. He doesn’t cater to me and he expects me to hold up my end of the job.

Here, in my place? He carried me to the bedroom. I’m nearly six feet tall and not at all willowy and he walked like I was nothing more than a fanny pack. A mostly naked one. And he worshiped me all night long.

I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me, and by morning, we ran out of condoms, creating the perfect opportunity for me to go down on him for once.

I take him into my mouth. I’ve never been big into blowing a guy, so it’s pleasantly surprising that I actually want to. I want to do this for Ford, and I want to experience him as fully as he experienced me.

This strong, unflappable man is coming apart in my shower because of me. His body is shaking. He’s propped his arms on the shower wall and he’s trembling, moaning my name over and over.

I don’t know how much time has passed. I’m usually counting down the seconds, rushing the job so I can be done, but I’m absorbed in how he tastes, how he clenches when I swirl my tongue, and I love prolonging his pleasure.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasps. “If you don’t want to…Lia!” He groans and rolls his head back.

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