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“I want in here,” he slips the tip of his thumb into my ass and presses. “Does it hurt?” he asks, and probes deeper when I shake my head no.
I yelp at the first icy cold splash of champagne against the tender skin he’s just ravished. Then, I moan when his sinful lips suck it up. I groan when his thumb slides back inside me, deeper than before. I bear down, testing how it feels. “I hope you’ve got lube in your pocket.” I grunt when he pressed even deeper.
“It’s the only reason I kept them on.” He shifts off the bed and I turn to watch him undress and smile when he pulls a foil packet and a tiny bottle of clear liquid from his pocket.
He steps out of his pants and briefs and rolls the condom over his glorious erection and pours half the bottle into his hand and strokes it over himself.
“You ready?” he asks.
I nod and turn my head as he lifts my hips up. He drops a kiss onto my back and then, my god of war mounts and makes me his.
He goes slow at first, sliding in inch my inch until he’s fully seated. My body opens like a flower for him, when he starts to thrust, the pleasure is explosive. His hands glide up my back, slide down to cup my breasts, and he thumbs my nipple, pressing in, pinching it until I am on the verge of a cliff so high, I’m not sure I’ll survive the fall.
But I’d be happy to die trying. I slip my fingers between my legs and rub my clit, and together we fling my body into a blistering release that pulls a scream from me. He pulls out of me and flips me over. The velvety dark sky glitters above me before his face comes into view.
He kneels between my thighs and rolls the condom off, flings it away and lifts my thighs over his shoulder and slams his rock-hard dick into my pussy, burying himself to the hilt. “You know that I’m never, ever going to let you go.” he asks me his eyes narrowed to slits of desire
“You couldn’t. I’m holding on to you forever, my love.” I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down, so I can seal that promise with a kiss.
Victory
Stone
I look down at the goddess I’m ravaging and smile. There is a wanton abandon in the careless sprawl of her body. The smile on her face is carnal satisfaction incarnate. But it’s her eyes that tell me what I want to know. In the dark depths of them there’s an eternity of light and love that burns brighter than any star I’ve ever seen. My heart is home, finally.
6 months later
HOUSTON, TX
Home Base
Stone
“Perfect day, right?” Hayes muses, more to me than himself. We’re sitting on the sidelines watching Eva’s baseball scrimmage. His son, Phoenix, is in his usual spot, curled up on Hayes’ chest with his mouth drooping open, and his eyes closed. Blissed out is this kid’s most common facial expression. I’ve never met a happier baby.
He must have gotten it from his mama because his father is a grumpy asshole. Well, except for the moments when he’s my bad ass big brother who slays dragons for me.
Beyond the check he cut for Venus Rising, and the calls he made to move her licensing along, he’s also brought Marcel to heel.
When he realized that I was the man in the picture, and he went on a bit of a rampage.
He started filing frivolous motions that were dismissed with court costs and attorney’s fees awarded to Regan every time.
He tried to have me fired by petitioning the board to enforce the morality clause. I tendered my resignation without waiting for them to finish their review. Even if they didn’t find me in violation of their clause, I didn’t want to work for an organization that thought they had the right to dictate my personal life.
After that failed, Marcel filed an ethics complaint with the state licensing board. That’s when Hayes moved to void all of the contracts they’d signed for their joint project unless Marcel backed down.
Marcel Landel is the biggest whale in the sea. His pockets are deep and his fondness for seeing his name on the sides of buildings makes him a favorite in fundraising circles. And Hayes’ charm offensive made feuding with him inconvenient.
So, Marcel waved a white flag and even wrote Regan a note of apology.
“Just ask me…. I can feel you thinking,” Hayes complains without taking his eyes off the field. I hate how astute he is. It’s been a few months and I’ve always wondered but didn’t want to offend him when he’d taken such a huge gamble on my behalf.
“You weren’t really going to cut
ties with Landel, were you?”
He glances at me, his hazel eyes as unreadable as always. “You think I was bluffing?”
