Page 177 of Captivated

And then he was sliding all the way in because her little distraction had been enough to let her body relax. Once his cock was seated balls-deep into her ass, he pushed his hands hard against her lower back, and kept her pinned to the table.

He couldn’t have her moving.

Fuck, not right then.

He’d bust a nut, and ruin everything.

“Joe?”

He eased up a bit on his hold. “Fucking killing me here, Liliana.”

“Not nearly as much as you’re killing me.”

Yeah, he bet.

“Won’t you fuck me now?” she asked.

God, yes.

And he did.

Harder than fucking ever.

Joe paced the length of the alleyway for what felt like the hundredth time.

At least.

His father kept his calm tone on the other end of the phone, and while Joe usually appreciated Damian’s laidback demeanor, today wasn’t quite the same. It wasn’t helping with his nerves at all.

“Joe,” his father snapped.

It brought him back to reality in a blink.

“What?”

“How long have you been pacing now?”

Joe’s gaze narrowed as he looked around the alleyway. “How do you know I’m pacing?”

“I can hear your feet making a permanent path in the concrete, Joe.”

Oh.

Well …

“I’m trying to calm down,” Joe muttered.

“You don’t need to calm down.”

“You don’t know. You’re not here!”

“Joe, come on, now.”

“I am coming on, Dad. I’m freaking out.”

“He likes you,” Damian murmured, “and you know he does. You have no reason to be acting like this.”

“Says you.”