Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
He finally broke the kiss with a ragged groan, pressing his forehead to mine, our panting breaths mingling in the cool night air. His brown eyes looked almost black in the shadowed driveway, burning with a raw, undeniable lust.
I was done denying him and what I ached for so badly. “Should we continue this somewhere else?” I suggested, my tone breathless and teasing, though desperation edged every word.
“Your place or mine?” he growled, his relief evident in the husky timbre of his voice.
Thank God he felt it, too. “My place is closer.”
Decision made, he followed me there in his car, the short drive a torturous blur of anticipation. The moment we stepped inside my apartment and the door slammed shut behind us, all the sexual tension that had been building between us for weeks exploded like a fuse reaching its final spark.
I spun toward him, crashing my lips to his in a wild, desperate kiss, our tongues tangling fiercely as we stumbled through the living room toward my bedroom. His hands were everywhere, yanking at the zipper of my dress with frantic urgency, peeling the fabric down my shoulders as I shoved his suit jacket off and let it drop to the floor.
“Fuck, Morgan,” he groaned against my mouth, his voice rough with hunger as he tugged my dress lower, exposing my lace bra and the swells of my breasts.
We didn’t make it far before I ripped at his shirt buttons, popping a couple in my haste to get him naked. He kicked off his shoes mid-stride, and I toed off my heels, our bodies colliding against each other in the hallway.
His mouth claimed mine harder, teeth grazing my lower lip as he backed me against the wall, one hand diving into my panties to stroke between my thighs. I gasped into the kiss, bucking against his fingers, my pussy already soaked and aching for him.
I fumbled with his belt, managing to get the front unfastened so that my hand could reach inside and palm his stiff cock. He growled, lifting me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me the rest of the way to the bedroom, our kisses turning deep and feverish. We tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, him kicking his pants free while I shimmied out of my dress and bra and panties, baring myself completely. He shed his boxers, his cock springing free—hard, thick, and ready—before he pounced, pinning me beneath him.
Above me, his gaze met mine as he hesitated, a pained look on his face. “Do I need a condom? I don’t have one with me, but I swear I’m clean.”
“I’m good, too. I’m also on birth control,” I said, needing him desperately. “And I want you to fuck me bare.”
His eyes flashed with raw, primal hunger. Our mouths fused again in a bruising kiss, tongues battling as he positioned himself between my spread thighs. I gripped his shoulders, nails digging in, urging him on. With one hard, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely, the stretch of him delicious and overwhelming.
“Yes,” I moaned, breaking the kiss to arch my back, my hips rising to meet his frantic rhythm.
There was nothing slow, soft, or sweet about the way he fucked me, and after weeks of so much self-control we were past our breaking point and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He didn’t hold back, pounding into me with wild, rushed strokes, each one hitting deep and perfect.
His hands roamed possessively, one pinching my nipple while the other gripped my thigh to spread me wider as his hips snapped roughly against mine. He ravaged my neck with hot kisses and sharp, claiming love bites. I clawed at his back, lost in the frenzy, my moans mixing with his guttural growls as the bed creaked under us.
The end built fast, the tension coiling tight in my core until I shattered around him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time with a ragged curse as he spilled inside me, then collapsed on top of me, our bodies trembling in the aftermath.
When we came down from the adrenaline rush of our orgasms, we lay there, panting and entwined, the wild rush giving way to a satisfied haze of pleasure. As our breaths slowed, I knew this was more than just giving in to a reckless moment of desire. It was us, finally letting ourselves want more.
It felt like the start of everything I had ever desired.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Liam
Investing in a new company always kept me busy, but this time of the year was another level entirely. Christmas was a few weeks away, and GalvaTech would be closed between the holidays, which meant every department was scrambling to hit deadlines before the break. Prototypes needed final revisions. Marketing assets had to be prepped. Contracts required signatures. CES prep was ramping toward full throttle for the first week in January.