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He ran his palm over her bare, ripe ass, relishing that soft sound of pleasure she made and the way she just melted into his touch. Something shifted in his chest, some want he had no business having. For now. For tomorrow. For as long as he could inhale the sweet scent of her.
Yeah, tonight—and all the times before when they hadn’t been able to keep their hands to themselves—was not a good idea.
But falling for Astrid?
That was just about the dumbest thing he could do, and absolutely zero brain cells were required to know it.
But how was he supposed to not?
Maybe there was a man out there who could resist Astrid, but it sure as hell wasn’t him—not even if he’d wanted it to be, which he most assuredly did not. And that was the real issue here. He was already past the point of no return when it came to her, and he still wanted more even knowing full well the pain that would be coming when she’d decided she’d had enough fun. And when that day came—and it would—he’d accept it. But tonight?
Tonight he was going to play like this was never going to end.
“Soft or hard?” he asked.
“Both,” she said without hesitation.
That was his Astrid. Never one to wait or limit her options. That’s probably what made dragging things out with her so damn hot. So that’s exactly what he did. He caressed the full roundness of her ass, memorizing the angle of the curve, the placement of the three small pale peach birthmarks on her right cheek, and the pillowy give when he pressed his palms against her. He’d never been so fucking hard as he was at this moment, but he could stay like this for eternity worshipping her like this.
But she had other plans.
Astrid pushed off the couch and turned around so she was facing him. Challenge and desire in her dark eyes, she pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him a few steps back. Then, without a word, she reached behind her back. The sound of her skirt’s zipper going down was like turning on a neon come-and-get-me sign to his dick, as if his cock needed a reminder. A second later, her skirt slid down her legs and pooled at her feet. The world stopped turning as she pulled off her sweater and let it drop. Her bra went next in a flash of movement before she stalked over to him, her heavy tits swaying, and sank to her knees with her hands on the button of his jeans.
“I like that sweater, but you need to take it off.” She freed the button. “Now.”
“Demanding, aren’t you?” he asked, already reaching behind his head to pull off the pink sweater.
She flashed him a smile that could send men to their graves happy and yanked down his jeans and boxers with one hard tug. “Absolutely.”
It was one of his favorite things about her. When she wanted something, she went after it. No hemming and hawing. No half-assing it. No acting as if it wasn’t on her top-ten list. They had that in common. Hell, it was probably why they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of each other since they’d met.
They just fit and—
Fucking A.
She sucked his cock into that sweet, wet, warm mouth of hers, and every thought he’d ever had in his life disappeared without a trace. He looked down, watching her take him in as pleasure built, and dropped a hand to her head, intertwining his fingers into her thick, dark brown hair, letting the silk slide between them, mimicking the motion of her lips on his cock. Then she reached between her legs and closed her eyes before letting out a moan that vibrated against his length and made his balls tighten.
“Is that pussy nice and wet for me?”
She nodded and took his cock in deeper, sucking him harder, encircling the base with her free hand and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to ride that line of too much and not enough. He hissed out a harsh breath as his hold on himself started to splinter. He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling it taut. It was the sound she made as she kept sucking his dick with an increase in intensity that snapped his control. He surged forward, burying himself in her mouth as one of her hands went to his ass and held him there as she took him deeper. They stayed like that, skating that edge for one heartbeat or a million before he pulled out and stepped back. Astrid stayed on her knees, looking up at him with lust-hazy eyes, a crooked smile curling her swollen lips.
She was as gone as he was—at least for tonight—and if that’s all he could get, he’d take it, even though he couldn’t deny he wanted so much more.
Only half aware of what he was doing because the only important thing was Astrid, he bent and grabbed a condom out of his wallet and rolled it on as she watched, one hand on her tit and the other one a blur of motion between her legs.
“Couch,” he growled out. “Now.”
She bent back over the sofa, spreading her legs and presenting him with her gorgeous ass. Tempting didn’t even begin to describe it. Heart-attack-inducing came closer—but it wasn’t what he wanted, not tonight anyway. Tonight he wanted to watch her face as she came.
He moved behind her and slipped his arm between Astrid and the couch, pulling her back and upward at the same time so her naked body was plastered against him, her soft curves melding to his hard edges. Then before he could give into the urge to drag her down to the floor and sink inside of her, he walked her around the couch and sat down. She straddled him, sinking down on his aching cock in one fluid motion that left both of them breathless. Her heat surrounded him, holding him tight, as he gripped her hips and lifted her before bringing her back down hard. She let out a little gasp of pleasure and held onto his shoulders, her nails digging into him, marking him as hers.
Damn, he wanted to be.
He cupped her head and brought her face to his, needing to kiss her like he needed oxygen to breathe. She must have felt the same—at least that’s what he wanted to believe, and so he did—because the second her lips touched his, nothing else in the world mattered except for them. The team. Her dad. His job. Their secret. The fallout if anyone found out.
It was all bullshit.
