Page 61 of Some Like It Fox

“You’re so wet.” I can’t disguise the wonder in my voice. It’s impossible, unfathomable, that she could want me as much as I want her, but the knowledge ratchets up the arousal coursing through my body by a thousand.

She kisses down my jaw. “All it takes is one look at you and I’m soaked,” she whispers, her voice husky.

The admission tightens every inch of my body until I’m sure I’ll crack under the strain.

Frantic, we work together to eliminate clothing, shoving pants and underwear off her body. I lift her up against the wall, pressing between her legs. I push my own jeans down just far enough for my erection to spring free and drive into her.

We both groan at the sensation.

“You feel perfect,” she says.

Words hover on the tip of my tongue.You are perfect. You are everything.

I hold them back and kiss her instead, showing her how adored she is with every brush of my tongue against hers, every thrust of my body, every stroke of my skin against hers.

I trace a line down her body, using my fingers to apply pressure to the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, increasing my tempo, plunging into her over and over, faster and faster.

She pants, our mouths breaking apart. “Atticus, oh my God, I’m going to come.”

“Do it.”

As if triggered by my words, she breaks apart, her inner muscles clenching around me. She gasps my name as she shatters, the sound triggering my own release.

Stars explode behind my eyes. Pure bliss floods my entire body. The world disappears and all that’s left is the woman in my arms and the synchronicity of our mingled breaths, our pounding hearts.

Her head drops to my shoulder. “That was amazing,” she pants. “Exactly what I needed. I’ve missed this.”

My heart soars at her words. It’s only been a few days. Maybe she’ll miss it enough to stay.

My soaring heart tumbles at the reminder of her departure, and I shove the emotions to the side.

We have right now.

“We’re just getting started.” My cock is only half deflated, I could go for round two right now, but this time I want to take it a little slower.

Holding her under her thighs, I shift us away from the wall and carry her through the bar and down the hall into the back office.

The door is ajar. I kick it the rest of the way with my foot and take her inside to the couch, kicking my pants off the rest of the way and sitting down so she’s perched in my lap, straddling my thighs.

“Too many clothes.” I nip at her jaw.

She grabs the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head.

Her bra is bright pink, her chest heaving directly in my eyeline. I could take in her flawless skin for hours.

She reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra and tossing it behind her. “Now it’s my turn.”

I swallow hard, my hands clenching around her hips.

She reaches down, lifting my shirt over my head. It joins her bra on the floor. Her hands trace over my chest. “I love your body.”

My pulse races at the wordloveemerging from her lips.

For endless minutes, we get lost in each other, in the glide of hands over skin, in the way she rides me, slowly and with single-minded focus, taking control of our pleasure.

When she falls over the edge, the ripple of her inner muscles yanks the release from my body. With a harsh groan, I spend inside her, my arms clenching, holding her tighter and tighter like I’m attempting to meld our bodies together.

I shift us to lay on the couch, rearranging our positions so she’s sprawled on top of me. “Did I hurt you?” I can’t stop touching her, memorizing skin with my fingertips, luxuriating in the silky strands of hair spread across my chest.

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