Page 75 of What About Us

“Oh, yay.”

He laughs, and I reach for his shorts, and once they’re down, I blink rapidly, sure that I’m seeing things.

“Did I have such an intense orgasm that I’m hallucinating from the lust of it all?”

He tips my chin up so he can nibble my lips, and then with a growl he licks the seam of my mouth, and I open to him, but I also reach out for his cock because holy shit, this man is pierced.

He has what I think is a Prince Albert. A silver ring that goes right through the tip.

“So, I have a confession,” he murmurs against my lips, sending more zings through my body.

“Okay.”

“That’s new.”

I pull back far enough to look into his deep-green eyes. “What is?”

“The piercing. I got it just a few months before the injury, so what I’m saying is, it’s new. As in, no one has ever taken it for a ride, so to speak.”

Surprise zips through me. “Why?”

“Because, they have to heal. And then I was hurt, and . . .” He chuckles and rests his forehead against mine. “I just haven’t been with anyone in a long while.”

I’m kind of surprised. I never really thought about the women who came and went out of Xander’s life, because that would have been psychological torture, but I just figured he was pretty sexually active.

“I don’t know what to say to that.”

He smiles again.

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s just information. And a confession that I don’t know how it’ll feel, and I likely won’t last long this first time because you’re perfect, sexy as fuck with all of those pretty freckles on display, and I’m dying to be inside you.”

Well, that’s good for the ego.

“Let’s take it for a spin, hockey star.”

His eyes narrow, his pupils blow wide, and then he pauses.

“Protection.”

“I have pregnancy covered, and I haven’t had sex in so long, I might as well be a virgin again.”

He growls and presses the head of his cock against my entrance, and with his mouth on mine, he slowly sinks inside me until he’s seated fully, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to rip me in two.

“Holy God, you’re big.”

And that piercing hits all the right places.

He pulls out just as slowly, and when it brushes over my G-spot, I whimper.

“Bad or good?” he asks.

“So fucking good. Oh my God, it hits my spot, X.” I contract around him as he sinks inside me again, and his jaw tenses. “Don’t go slow.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I cup his face, and he turns his head so he can kiss my palm. “You’re not hurting me. Fuck me, Xander.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs because he lays me back on the desk, pulls my hips to the edge, and with one hand anchored on my shoulder and the other on my stomach, he fucks me. The pace is hard and a little brutal, but God, it feels so good every time he brushes over my spot, and I lift my knees onto his sides just as he moves his hand down so he can brush my clit with his thumb, and I fall over the edge again, my back bowing off the desk, and I cry out as wave after wave of pure euphoria rushes over me.