Page 52 of His Own Heaven

Lucy wasn’t ignoring the way Toby had cunningly avoided answering her question about why he’d suddenly flopped into his chair, looking like he really wanted to hit something.

She’d just decided there were more important things to think about at that point in time, like his thick cock slowly teasing her with every measured thrust of his hips, or how every stroke of his tongue over her sensitive scars made her whole body shiver with awareness.

Or how every damn word out of his mouth made her pussy clench and her heart race full tilt ahead.

“Christ, I missed you last night,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling the shell of her ear. “You have no idea how hard it was not to drive back to your place and kidnap you, take you home, tie you up and snuggle all night long.”

After they’d signed her contract and discarded their pants, Toby had bent Lucy over his desk as promised. His warm weight pressed against her back and his thick fingers entwined with hers, curled over the edge of the wooden surface and held her in place. She felt completely surrounded, shielded. Safe.

Cared for.

“Sounds like I missed out on some pretty serious snuggling.” She managed to push the words out between gasps and moans.

He chuckled by her ear. “Snuggling should always be taken seriously.” Then he levered himself off her and grabbed her hips and it was all she could do to remember to breathe as he ploughed into her from behind, hard and fast and unrelenting. A bubble of laughter burst out of her when she noticed the desk move, inching its way across the floor with every thrust of Toby’s hips, then moaned when he reached between her legs and found her swollen clit.

“Toby, Sir,” she moaned, her orgasm building inside her, winding her tighter and tighter like a spring about to snap.

“You ready, baby?”

Lucy whimpered, her brain unable to form words. But a sharp slap on her arse was just the jolt she needed to snap her out of her daze.

“Yes, Sir.”

Toby picked up his pace, slamming their bodies together in a heated frenzy until her body clamped down on his, milking his cock of everything he had to give her. Her breathing was loud and ragged and her blood pumped in her ears as the intensity of her orgasm ripped her lover’s name from her throat. But Toby didn’t stop. Lucy knew he’d climaxed, could feel his come slipping down her inner thighs. So why did he still feel hard inside her? Not that she was complaining—fuck no! It felt incredible.Hefelt incredible. And it was only after she’d screamed his name a second time that he let loose a roar of his own.

“Lucy!” His weight came over her again, his heavy breaths cooling her sweat slicked skin. “I fucking love making you come,” he panting quietly by her ear, then sank his teeth into her earlobe.

Lucy’s eyes rolled back, the pain prolonging her pleasure, then Toby fisted his hand in her hair, messing up her ponytail and hauled her backwards. He pulled her up off the desk and landed them both squarely in his big leather office chair, his thick cock still deep inside her as she squirmed in his lap.

“I could stay buried in you all day,” he said, punctuating his words with little thrusts of his hips. Lucy smiled like a contented cat, especially when Toby began nipping at her and licking her with the tip of his tongue, teasing the sensitive flesh of her scars. “Whaddaya say we skip work, go home and fuck some more?”

Awareness and anticipation sent a shiver through Lucy and she’d be lying of she said she wasn’t tempted. But she wanted—needed—to prove to herself that she wasn’t going to repeat her past mistakes. Their little tryst had been fun and Toby’s offer was enticing, but it was also completely inappropriate. Especially in the office. “This,” she said, swallowing thickly. “This is why we need rules.”

Toby growled. “No more rules.” Then he turned her slightly towards him, cupped her cheeks in his hands and lowered his mouth to hers.

“I thought… you liked rules,” Lucy said between kisses.

“I do,” he said. “I likemyrules. Like, whenever you’re in my house, you will be naked.” He slid his hand between her legs again and ground the heel of his palm against her clit. Her mouth fell open on a moan and she squirmed against him, then he pulled away abruptly, leaving her wet and needy. “And, you don’t come unless I say so.”

Lucy quivered against her lover’s naked thighs then pouted, exaggerating the action. “You’re mean.”

Toby’s grin sharpened. “I think you mean, ‘you’re mine’.”

Lucy bit back an excited grin then cocked one brow. “Isn’t that you’re line?”

He gently chucked her under her chin. “I think we both know I don’t mind sharing.”

And just like that her blood ran cold and she was shoving her way out of his lap, his cock and his come slipping free of her body as she scrambled away. But he caught her wrist and held her fast.

“Hey, where are you going?” When she refused to look at him, he rose to his feet, gripped her chin in his strong hand and made her look at him. “Talk to me, Lucy. Why’d you shut down on me?”

“You don’t mind sharing.” She repeated his words, hoping they didn’t sound as pissy as she felt, hoping he’d understand why she was upset without having to explain, but when he continued staring at her, she sighed. Her shoulders sagged. “I’d hoped there wouldn’t be any more sharing.” Then she lifted her gaze and stared up at him beseechingly. “I don’t want to be shared again. Not by you.”

In an instant she was being wrapped in Toby’s arms and squashed against his chest. “Baby, no. That’s not what I meant at all. I am never sharing you again. You hear me? Not with Charlie, not with anyone.” Then he leaned back and stared down at her, a frown creasing his brow. “Wait, you didwantto be shared the other night, yes? You didn’t feel like you had to?”

“What? No,” she assured him, shaking her head. “I absolutely wanted what we did, but that was when I thought we’d only be together for one night. Now….” She shook her head again.

“Now?”

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