Page 189 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Cross smiled. “So is the boss’s seat.”

Wolf clapped his shoulder. “Enjoy the view.”

Cross didn’t get Catherine home before he got her dress shoved up over her ass, and his pants pushed down to his hips. He only made it to a dark hallway of the club that lead to a back office and storage room.

He didn’t even bother to pull her red thong off. No, he just shoved it aside, lifted her up, and got his cock where it needed to be. All that was keeping them separated from the rest of the club goers and the dance floor was a single red velvet rope, and a few feet of darkness.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck,” Catherine mumbled into his neck.

Her heels dug into the backs of his thighs as he held her up against a wall and fucked her hard. Every thrust was heaven. Each squeeze of her inner muscles around his cock felt like all his nerves were being dragged through liquid gold.

He had a fistful of her hair, and a hand tight around her throat. Her fingernails dug into the back of his neck while her other hand pulled hard on his hair.

Her cries got louder as her cunt squeezed him harder.

“Don’t fucking get us caught, now,” he told her.

Catherine laughed breathlessly. “I’m gonna come.”

“You fucking better.”

She tipped her head back, and all he could see were her lips swollen from his kiss and bites, the mark he’d left on the side of her neck with his mouth, and her blown-wide pupils reflecting him. He clenched his teeth and sucked in a whistle of air, so fucking in love with this woman it was ridiculous.

He’d always been that way with her, though.

Since forever and a day.

“Christ, look at you, Catty.”

“Love your cock,” she breathed.

Jesus.

Her words sent him spinning with dark lust and pure love. Like a tornado ready to ravage and ruin, but he didn’t mind being caught inside the eye.

Especially not if it was with her.

Cross’s hand slid up from her throat, sunk two of his fingers into her teasing little mouth, and let his next few thrusts come a bit deeper and harder. Catherine whined her way through the orgasm, and her teeth cut into his knuckles.

“Fuck, yeah, my girl. There it is.”

Cross pulled his pulsing cock from Catherine’s hot pussy, and let her drop to the floor. She was still trying to catch her breath and shaking like a pretty leaf when he spun her around, and shoved her back against the wall. He pushed her dress up over her ass, gave her a swat hard enough to pink her skin, and then he was pushing back in again.

All bare because she liked him better that way, he found. He’d stopped bothering to use condoms, even though it hadn’t been a big thing between them for a while. Still, he didn’t even bother to consider them now. She was on her shot, anyway, so he just didn’t see the damn point. He liked fucking her this way much more, too. Then, he felt everything.

Catherine whispered a very soft, “Oh, my God.”

Every damn inch of her hugged him like a glove.

She was so fucking wet.

Slick, hot, and goddamn tight.

He loved it.

“My turn,” he grunted into her ear.

Catherine sighed happily. “Please.”