Page 39 of Sugar & Shadows

I didn’t fuck randos without protection. I had standards, for fuck’s sake, but with his lips and hands on my skin, I couldn’t resist the urge. And it had been so long. So long since I’d been properly fucked.

“Same.” He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. “Tested a few months ago. No one since.” His heart pounded as he lavished my breasts with attention. “If you hand me my phone, I can log into my healthcare portal and show you.”

I laughed, slightly charmed by how eager he was. “I believe you. No need to commit a HIPAA violation.”

“I’ve never gone without,” he said to my breasts.

“Me neither. But it’s just one time. Special circumstance. Blizzard and all.”

He looked up, his pupils blown out and his chest rapidly rising and falling. “Are you sure? We can stop right now.”

The thick layer of ice around my heart melted a little. Most men I’d been with would have pressured me in a situation like this. His pants were off, yet he was more than willing to stop.

The last bit of my reluctance dissolved as I slid my hand between us and stroked him.

“Yes,” I hissed, all my good judgment flying out the snow-covered window.

With a wicked grin, the bastard clutched my thong. And before I knew what was happening, he ripped it right off.

Anger mounted inside me, riding on the back of my desire. “What the fuck?”

He tossed it over his shoulder. “It was in the way.” Pushing my stocking-clad knees apart, he stared unabashedly. “Garters stay on.”

Without warning, he flipped me over so I was on my stomach.

As he roughly pulled me onto my knees, I squealed, and when he pressed his hand to my back, pushing me down until my chest was flush with the bed, all the air fled my lungs.

He was thoroughly manhandling me.

“I’m impressed, Harding,” I said when I could breathe again. Cheek pressed to the mattress, I eyed him over my shoulder.

He was on his knees too, hands on my hips, his attention roving over every inch of me.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” I snarked.

I was rewarded with a sharp slap to my ass cheek.

My body jolted and the sting radiated through me. “Ow.”

“That’s what you get for mouthing off.” He ran his hands over my hips and gripped them hard.

I spread my arms out, clutching the bedding. “How badly do I have to insult you to get you to fuck me?”

With a grunt, he hauled my hips toward him and slammed into me in one violent move.

A wave of heat flooded me and my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Fuck,” he growled, his fingers digging into my flesh so hard they’d leave bruises. “You feel incredible.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I was too busy focusing on breathing through the stretch of him.

He spanked me again, and my muscles clenched around him.

“You are so wet for me.” He dragged a hand down my spine. “You spend the whole day giving me dirty looks and insulting my intelligence, and now you’re moaning as you take my cock.”

“I have low standards,” I gritted out. “Don’t remind me.”

His first few strokes were slow, but they soon gave way to harder and faster rolls of his hips. I gripped the bedspread, bunching it in my hands.