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SADIE

Sadie’d losther damn mind. But if this was what crazy felt like, she didn’t care one lick. As a matter of fact, she cared far more about all the licking Wally was doing and promised to do. They paused the kiss long enough to get her wrapped up in the sheet and flimsy outfit she’d woken up in. She squealed as he lifted her into his arms and carried her right out the door and off to his room.

She had no idea how many corridors they traveled or how many other people saw them because she was too busy kissing him to pay attention. The man made her body sing with every stroke of his tongue and pull of his teeth.

When at last he tossed her on a bed, she let the sheet fall off and waited impatiently for him to strip and crawl over her.

Winding her hands back around his neck, she yanked, pulling him flush against her, burning skin to burning skin, and groaned as his cock, hard and smooth as a rock, rubbed against her thigh.

“Oh Wally, you are pleased to see me,” she said between the kisses she laced down his neck and over his broad chest.

He pressed against her further, driving it closer to the intended target, and she responded by sucking in his nipple and biting it.

“Ohhh,” he growled and buried his face on her breast, repeating the action back to her until her hips ground against him, her core begging for attention.

He teased her nipple with his teeth, tugging, releasing, then sucking it back into his mouth as she writhed with an animal hunger that drove all other thought from her mind. “Fuck me,” she breathed, opening her thighs to him.

“You wish,” he said, his fingers finding the spot that stole the words from her and carried her to another place.

He knew just how to rub her while dipping his fingers inside of her. In a future with women in charge, maybe they taught the men how to please a woman right. Because Wally was doing a damn good job.

She gripped his shoulders as though she could guide him to what she wanted without speaking as he swallowed her cries with his mouth. He brought her to her peak, plummeting over the edge again and again until she begged him to stop and take her.

“You want this?” he asked, positioning his cock at her entrance.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Wally pressed at her sensitive opening, slowly slipping inside then stopping and pulling back ever so slightly. She tried to wriggle over him, but he held her there. “I’m never rushing again,” he said then slid further in, maddeningly slowly.

“Please,” she asked, squirming against him.

Wally smiled, brushing the hair back from her face as he drove up inside of her to his full length. Her back arched as he found the spot that nearly blinded her with pleasure.

“Right there,” she squeaked. He obliged, hitting it again and again as he sped up, losing his own carefully held control. Together, they crested a wave of bliss that stole Sadie’s breath and seemed to stop time altogether. Their hearts synced as he slowed his thrusts and collapsed beside her, gathering her into his side immediately, kissing her like he could never have enough.

Sadie didn’t think Wally’s bed would be a bad place to spend the rest of eternity either. So when, after they kissed for a while more and he trailed his lips down her body to the well-used spot between her legs, she didn’t stop him. And when he brought her to climax yet again with his mouth, she cried out, grasping his hair and holding him there until she was spent.

When she woke a short time later, Sadie’s tired body was heavy with a relaxed satisfaction. She rolled over to place a hand on Wally’s chest, and his fingers immediately laced through hers.

“It wasn’t a dream,” she said, sleepily.

He kissed her head tenderly. “No. It was real,” he said, brushing his lips over her knuckles and then tugging one deliciously sore nipple into his mouth, making her hiss with both pain and pleasure.

“Careful with those, Wally. I only get two.”

Letting up, he flicked his tongue gently over it and caused a tremor to flow through her, waking up the seemingly insatiable want between her thighs.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, kissing the concave curve of her stomach.

Sadie laughed as he worked his way lower. But their second round was interrupted by the chiming of a bell, which made Wally sit up and look around. He reached for the wristband that lay on the nightstand and buckled it to his arm as he spoke.

“Doyle here.”

“I expect your friend is acceptably recuperated?” a woman asked. Despite the no nonsense tone, Sadie prickled with jealousy.

“Yes, boss,” Wally said, as though to reassure her.

“Bring her to my suite. We have an issue.”