Page 109 of Reputation (Tempt)

“Don’t you—” I closed my eyes as my core clenched on air; I needed more “—have somewhere to be?” What about the safety shot? And I vaguely remembered Cat saying something about the cast having dinner together.

“This is the only place I want to be.”

He kept licking and sucking, making it his mission to make me come. I loved how thorough he was. How determined. I’d never been with someone so obsessed with my pleasure. So determined to make sure I came first and often. As if my orgasm was a coveted prize.

“Look how wet you are for me,” he said. “You’re dripping. Your pussy wants my cock.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Please.” He didn’t even have to make me beg; I was doing it all on my own.

“Come for me, and then I’ll let you have my cock.”

I shuddered with pleasure at his words. At his dark promise. His mouth met my sensitive skin once more, and I rocked against him, clutching the back of the banquette until the pleasure overpowered me.

“Good girl.” Nate gave my ass a playful slap. I wanted to be offended by the term, but he didn’t give me much time to think about it, the sound of his zipper hissing in the air.

“Do you want to see how many more times I can make you come?”

“Yes.” My voice came out throaty, almost…needy.

“Yes…” he said in an expectant tone, sliding on a condom.

“Yes.” I swallowed. “Please?”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to bend me over this bench and fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He slapped my ass again.

I glared at him. “Stop calling me that.”

“I would,” he said, sliding his fingers through my arousal. “But you seem to like it.”

I growled at him, but he merely nudged me forward, a sexy smirk in place. “Now, be a good girl and hold on tight.”

He lined himself up with my center. My legs were still shaking from the first orgasm when he plunged inside me. His strokes were hard and fast…ruthless.

I caught sight of our reflection in the window, and my breath caught. He looked like a man possessed, his hair tousled in the sexiest way, eyes unfocused. And I was bent forward, my mouth open as if on a scream. My skirt rucked up over my hips.

We looked…wild. Uninhibited. Out of control.

“Look at us,” he said, holding me to him. “Look at your pussy taking my cock.” He rubbed my clit with one hand, the other cupping my breast beneath my shirt. If he kept doing that, I was going to fucking explode.

Thiswas what I’d always wanted. Connection. Playfulness. Devotion. Love.

“So good.” I turned back to kiss him.

“I love you,” he panted, our kiss sloppy and my heart full.

I moaned both from his words and what he was doing to my body. “I love you.”

With those words, it was as if something was unlocked. Or perhaps unleashed. Nate must have felt it too because his movements became erratic, and he thrust deeper and harder. I gasped at the intensity of it, and then I screamed his name, riding out my release as he unloaded inside me.

Nate stumbled a little, and I flopped forward on the bench, unable to stand. He sank to the floor, sitting beside me with his head resting against the edge of the seat. My body kept shaking, letting out these little aftershocks of pleasure.

“That was…” He panted.

“Wild.” I laughed.

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