Page 65 of Naughty Heart

Malcolm groaned again.

I smiled at him and asked, “Everything okay?”

The strain in his voice revealed he was holding on to that last bit of control. “It’s perfect.”

I pumped my fist once more.

“Perfect, just like you, darling,” he said softly.

With those words, there wasn’t a chance I could deny him any longer. I parted my lips again and closed my mouth over him. Then I went at him as eagerly as he’d gone at me. Even if I wasn’t as good at this as he was, I thought there was something to be said for enthusiasm. And I had plenty of that.

I licked and sucked, taking Malcolm in deep. It was hot and wet. And his groans had the power to fuel me to do things I might not have ever considered doing before him.

I became so lost in what I was doing that I was caught off guard completely when he pulled his hips back.

“I need to be inside you,” he said, his voice a deep rumble.

Shifting myself back on the bed, I watched as he rolled on the condom. A moment later, he joined me in the bed, brought his body to hover over mine, and kissed my mouth. I reached down between us and positioned him.

Malcolm tore his mouth from mine and looked me in the eyes as he slid inside. Once there, he didn’t move. He studied me, something powerful reflected in his features. I didn’t know what it was, but I liked the way seeing it made me feel.

“Please move,” I begged.

That was it.

That was all it took.

One half of Malcolm’s mouth tipped up in smile, and he began to move. And everything from that point forward was beyond my wildest expectations. The way he moved, the way he looked at me, and the way our bodies felt.

It was perfect.

He was perfection.

The pace and depth of his thrusts were exceptional. The effortlessness with which he explored my body and rolled us in the bed was unreal. And the way he managed to build me up so effortlessly for the third time was inconceivable.

We were a mess of tangled limbs, quickened breaths, and soft touches. The heady scent of sex in the air, combined with the endless sounds of pleasure, took us both to that edge.

“Malcolm, I’m so close,” I whimpered.

He thrust in harder. “Come with me, Evelyn. Come apart for me.”

Even without his instruction, I would have done that.

Sparks of pleasure shot through my body, my thighs pressing in tight to his sides as my fingertips dug into the skin on his shoulders.

And as Malcolm’s orgasm tore through him, he buried his face in my neck and groaned.

For a long time afterward, neither one of us said a word. We stayed like that, Malcolm on top of me as we worked to regain control of our breathing.

Then he started to kiss my neck, shifting his body back and pulling his cock out of me. He closed his lips over one of my nipples, sucked it into his mouth, and pulled his head back to release it. Giving me a gentle squeeze on the hip, he said, “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t move from my spot as he took off toward the bathroom. When he returned, he brought a warm cloth with him, so I could clean myself up. Then he joined me in the bed, falling to his back and tugging me close to him.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

I loved that he took the time to ask, that he cared to know. “Physically, I think I could use a nap,” I declared, instantly feeling his body vibrate with laughter. “But my heart is happy. I’ve had a long couple of weeks telling myself I couldn’t be attracted to my boss.”