Had ached
for her for two years. Had been dying to be inside her for two years.
His breath hitched several notches and liquid fire rushed
through his veins.
“Suck me hard,” he said in a strained voice.
She did, the suction eliciting a low growl from him.
He could easily come in her mouth. Wanted to and yet, when
he exploded, he wanted to be deep inside her.
“Cass.” He released her strands of hair and gently pushed at
her shoulders. “Babe. Enough. I don’t want to come like this and you are making
me all kinds of crazy.”
Her head popped up. She nibbled her lower lip a moment, then
asked once again, “How do you want me, Chase?”
“On your hands and knees, with that very fine ass in the
air.”
She hedged for all of two seconds. Then assumed his desired
position, making his cock throb at the sight of her—and her willingness to give
him whatever he wanted.
He slipped from the bed.
“Back up just a little,” he instructed. “Toward the edge.”
She did as told.
“Damn,” he said with appreciation in his voice. “You are so
gorgeous.”
She threw him a glance over her shoulder. “I’m trying very
hard not to think of the fact that, come Monday morning, I have to face you
across a conference room table at work and not blush over knowing you’ve seen
me naked. And on my hands and knees.”
He smirked. “I’ve conjured this mental picture many times. You’re
even hotter in person.”
His gaze slid from her face, over her shoulders, down the
long line of her prominent spine. Then his eyes landed on her ass and he
groaned again.
He palmed the cheeks and massaged them, squeezing lightly.
Cass watched him, heat radiating in her eyes, as well as the distinct hint of
exhilaration as she pondered what he intended to do to her.
One hand shifted and he stroked her clit, causing her back
to arch and her ass to lift higher. He plunged two fingers into her pussy and
she pulled in a quick breath.
He stroked her rapidly, getting her all worked up again.
When he felt the tension build in her body, he withdrew his fingers, sheathed
himself and thrust into her, hard.
She cried his name as she came, her cunt clenching his cock.
He stilled for a few moments, letting her ride out her
release. Then he moved inside her at a quick pace, driven by his lust…and the incredible
sight of her. Not to mention the fact that she didn’t balk at the things he
wanted to do to her.
His hands clasped her waist and he pumped hard and fast,
making her breasts bounce and pushing harsh breaths of air from her lungs.
“Chase. Shit.” She pressed back against him, wiggled her
ass, ground fiercely. “Come inside me,” she said in a raspy voice.
With a sharp shake of his head, he told her. “Not until you
have another orgasm. Like this.” With him hammering into her, and her breathing
all jagged and her eyes full of the need for another powerful release.
He held her tighter and fucked her harder.
“Oh God, yes,” she said. “You’re making me crazy, Chase. I
love how you feel inside me.”
“You are so damn tight. Wet.” He grunted.
She cried out his name as her body tensed, then quaked. She
squeezed him so tight, he lost it completely and came inside her with body-racking
spasms and a wicked throbbing in his cock.
“Cass.” The word ripped from his mouth. The only one he
could coherently speak.
Holy hell, was he a complete goner with this woman! And all
he could think was what a massive clusterfuck it’d be for him if, come Monday
morning, she was back to all work and no play…
Because Chase definitely wanted more from her. Much, much more.
* * * * *
Cassidy lay sprawled across the bed, her body more relaxed
than ever before. Her skin tingled and exhilaration flooded her veins, making
her feel vibrant. Radiant. So very alive. And a tiny bit giddy.
She watched as Chase strutted into the bathroom to tidy up
and then return to the room, looking all pleased with himself over the
multitude of orgasms
David G. Hartwell and Kathryn Cramer