Page 71 of Miss Manage

“Hurry.”

I sheathed myself in record time, settled between her legs, and guided the tip into her slick opening. Bracing myself on my forearms, I pushed in slowly until I was to the root. “Open your eyes.”

She blinked and focused on me, ratcheting up the intimacy as our gazes stayed locked. My strokes were slow, and I rotated my hips until I found the spot that had her shifting her hips and pulling me in deeper.

“You feel so good, but I need to be on top.”

I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve this woman, but when I turned her over and she began to ride me, I knew I’d do whatever it took to keep her.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I reached up, smoothing her hair away from her face and caressing her cheek. With my other hand, I rubbed her clit. I needed to watch her fall apart on top of me.

“I—” She didn’t finish her words, instead thrashing in her rhythm. Her walls gripped me tightly as she found her climax.

I grabbed her hips, thrusting up and grinding out my release.

An hour later, we sat in her kitchen, eating microwaved tacos and chatting.

“My parents are throwing a party next Saturday afternoon. I’d love for you to come,” I told her.

“Austin will be here next Saturday as his dad is out of town.”

“Great, please bring him. Samantha will be there, and I’d love for you to meet my brothers and parents. It’s at the house, Saturday afternoon.”

She swallowed hard. “This feels fast.”

“It’s not fast when you know what you want.”

The words hung there for the longest minute, and I realized I wasn’t prepared for her response.