Page 80 of Bound To Be Mine

I came with a cry, my body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He didn’t stop, drawing it out until I was oversensitive and pulling at his hair.

When he finally stood, his lips were glistening, his eyes dark with desire. I pulled him in for a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue.

“Bedroom,” I managed to say between kisses. “Now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted me off the counter. My legs wrapped around his waist and he carried me through the house. I was not one of those skinny girls that got carried anywhere, but Briggs carried me like I weighed nothing. We kissed the entire way, desperate and messy. He nearly walked into a wall trying to navigate while distracted.

“Left,” I gasped. “Door on the left.”

We made it to my bedroom. He laid me down on the bed with surprising gentleness considering how frantic we’d been seconds ago. I watched him strip off the rest of his clothes, admiring every inch of him.

He was perfect. All hard muscle and smooth skin. And God, I wanted him.

He reached for his pants and pulled a condom from his pocket. I was grateful one of us was thinking clearly enough to remember protection because I certainly wasn’t.

I watched him roll it on, my core clenching with anticipation.

Then he was on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the best possible way. His mouth found mine again as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Ready?” he asked.

“So ready.”

He pushed inside in one smooth thrust. Damn. I swear he was bigger now than the first time. He gave me a moment to adjust before pulling back and thrusting again, harder this time.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel incredible.”

I couldn’t respond. Could only hold on to him as he set a rhythm that had me climbing fast. My nails dug into his back, urging him deeper, harder.

He shifted the angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust was hitting that perfect spot inside me. I was going to come again. Already. I didn’t know what he did to me. It was like my body was actually made for him. He fit perfectly. My body clenched around him, pulling him deeper.

“Briggs,” I moaned. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping,” he promised. “Come for me again. I want to feel it.”

I was so close, teetering on that edge. His pace was relentless, each thrust pushing me higher. I felt the tension coiling tighter in my belly, my thighs trembling against his hips.

“That’s it,” he murmured against my neck, his voice strained. “I can feel you getting close.”

“Fuck, Mandy,” he groaned, his hips stuttering. “You feel so good.”

He buried himself deep and came with a low groan that I felt vibrate through his chest. He thrust again and again. The power in the man’s body flooded into mine. I wanted more. Needed more. My body jerked and twitched with the pleasure.

His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my swollen clit and circling with just the right amount of pressure. That was all it took. I shattered, crying out his name as my body pulsed around him.

He followed seconds later, groaning into my neck as he came.

We lay tangled together, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. He rolled off me long enough to deal with the condom, then pulled me against his chest. I nestled into him, my head resting over his heart. I could hear it pounding.

We stayed like that for a while, just breathing together. I felt boneless, satisfied in a way I hadn’t felt in far too long. Maybe ever.

“We have that interview tomorrow,” I said eventually. “With Laura Thomas from The Fashion Hour.”

“Right.” His chest rumbled under my cheek as he spoke. “Two o’clock, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. She wants to talk about the partnership, the new line, our ‘whirlwind romance.’”

Briggs chuckled. “Should be interesting.”