Page 84 of The Bone Man

To distract myself, I grab the towel from the bar on the wall as the water shuts off. Sharpe steps from the shower, and I toss the towel over his wet hair, drying it.

As I do, his good arm sweeps around my waist, pulling me against his wet body, and his cock nudges at my stomach.

My breath catches. “You just got clean, and now you’re getting dirty again.”

He shakes his head to free it from the towel and gazes down at me with hunger in his eyes. “Then you should have joined me in the shower.”

“I’ll shower when I get home.” Reminding myself that he’s injured, I wiggle free of his hold and bend to grab his towel. “Now, let’s finish drying you off.”

As I straighten, Sharpe presses up behind me, his lips finding the curve of my neck. Pleasure jolts through me, and my hips arch back against his hard length.

A rumble rises from his chest, and he reaches around to undo my belt, then the front of my pants. The weight of my batons pull them to my ankles, and his hand slides into the front of my underwear, his fingers sliding between my folds to find me wet with desire.

“You were going to just go home like this?” His fingers push inside me. “With how much you need me right now?”

I moan, then cover my mouth, worried the sound will travel.

He rubs his hard cock against my ass. “You planned to give me all the pleasure and take none for yourself?”

“Your arm…” I gasp out.

“Will be fine.” His fingers leave me, and he grasps my waist, tugging my hips backward.

He slips my underwear aside, and the head of his cock nudges against my entrance, then slides in slowly, filling me an inch at a time until his hips press flush against mine.

I moan against my hand, my inner muscles flexing around him, already close to the edge.

Sharpe leans over me, his lips finding my ear. “You were going to leave without this?”

He rocks his hips in a slow rhythm, as if we have all the time in the world. As if Marc won’t be arriving soon with food, and his officers aren’t expecting him for the debriefing.

My hand muffles my gasps, and Sharpe’s head presses against my shoulder as he moves inside me, driving us both toward release with each slow thrust into my body.

Then his hand caresses down over my waist to my stomach before dipping lower, his fingers slipping into my underwear to find the small nub of pleasure at the height of my desire.

I come apart, my muffled moans filling the bathroom as my inner walls clench and release around him. He stiffens, his gasps hot against my shoulder, and his cock pulses inside me, filling my channel.

Our heavy breathing fills the bathroom, and Sharpe kisses my shoulder. “Want to try fitting us both into the shower now? You need to wash off the battle, too.”

Out in the office, the sound of his door opening reaches us, followed by Marc’s voice. “Food is here.”

Sharpe’s soft chuckle vibrates through me. “Guess that means there’s no time for another shower.”

Pulse slowing, I twist to stare back at him. “That’s your fault.”

“It was worth it.” He leans forward to catch my lips in a quick kiss before pulling back, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “And I didn’t even hurt my arm.”

With pleasure still weakening my legs, I have to agree. It was definitely worth it.

a hand to settle

- Flint -

I stepinto Xander’s office with a bag of Chinese food over my arm.

We had stopped at a buffet on the way here, one of the few places we could think of with enough food at the ready and paid a fair price to clear them out.

They were more than happy to have our business. The happenings over at the Bone Yard had kept people glued to the news at home, and their food would have otherwise gone to waste.

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