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There was no saying no to him. Not when his voice was as hard as a fist. She unlaced her clutching fingers from behind his neck and carefully slid a hand between their bodies. Her bare sex was slippery wet. Her fingers brushed his cock as it slid out of her, and his shaft was slick and hot from her cunt.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, then said it again when she brushed her clit and jerked against his thrust.
“That’s it,” he murmured.
She pressed her fingers to her clit and felt the way his cock dragged against her flesh. He was so thick, so big. “Yes,” she urged.
“I want to feel it,” he said. “I want to feel you come around my cock. Do that for me, Sophie.”
She shook her head again, but she wasn’t sure she meant it. Just the way his voice ordered her so roughly was pushing her closer.
“Yes,” he insisted, his hands pulling her hips even higher. “That’s it,” he murmured when she circled her clit faster. “Show me how much you love it.”
Oh, fuck, she did love it. She did. “Harder,” she demanded.
Alex cursed and wrapped a hand behind her shoulders to pull her toward him. He knelt and lowered her back carefully to the floor, but that was the last hint of restraint. Once she was on her back, he drove hard into her, forcing a cry from her throat.
“Harder?” he growled, his hips slapping into hers.
“Yes,” she rasped. “Yes, yes,” as she took him deep and deeper and she finally felt that sweet tension building, tightening around his thick cock. He curved over her, fisting a hand into her hair.
“Come for me,” he ordered. And she did. She came, head thrown back, clenching her teeth to hold back a scream, hips lifting to take him deeper as she climaxed.
He stilled within her. For a moment, all she could feel was her o
wn body, tight and pulsing, the spasms just starting to fade. But as her awareness returned, she realized he was still hard, his muscles still taut.
The fist in her hair loosened. He slid his hand to her jaw and tipped her head toward him. “That was good, Sophie,” he murmured against her mouth. “So good.” Then he kissed her and moved slowly inside her. His cock pushed deep, then slid out so slowly that she hummed with pleasure.
She curved her arms around him and dug her fingers into his ass. He still wore his jeans. And she was still so naked. But she felt powerful as his muscles clenched under her hands. Alex grunted and went taut as his heart thundered against hers and he thrust one last time. She held him there and wished it wasn’t over.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“HI, MANNY!” SOPHIE called as she walked down her driveway into the crisp morning.
Her sixty-year-old neighbor popped up from the open door of his taxi and tipped his porkpie hat. “Hey! Beautiful day, ain’t it?”
“It’s perfect,” she responded, meaning it wholeheartedly.
Manny got back to cleaning the inside of his windshield. “You know, my nonny always said ‘Autumn days come quickly like a running hound.’”
“That’s a lovely saying, Manny. You must miss her.”
“She was a good woman. Real traditional-like.”
Sophie shook her head once she was past his lot. Manny didn’t have a nonny. His family had come to Wyoming by way of Utah in the nineteenth century, and his name was Michael. But Manny had gone to New York once in his youth and he’d fallen in love. He’d retired from his job teaching high school shop class five years ago, and he was finally living his dream of being a New York cabdriver. In Jackson Hole.
He’d somehow acquired a trace of a New York accent along with his yellow-checker-painted Ford Taurus and old-fashioned cap. The tourists bought into the shtick and she was pretty sure Manny had bought into it, too. But it made him happy, so even the locals played along.
Everyone deserved something to make them happy.
Sophie ducked her head and tried to hide her smile as she walked up her block. It wasn’t easy to hide. It was a big smile. She had a lot to be happy about.
It was a gorgeous September day, even warmer than the last. She knew she’d only have a few more weeks of weather suitable for walking to work in a skirt and heels, so she reveled in the sun on her face and the swish of her blue cotton dress around her thighs. She also reveled in the slight twinge of soreness as she walked. Her muscles were still tired, her hips a little sore, and between her legs she felt bruised in the most satisfying way.
A soft breeze swept over her as she turned a corner, air slipping over her bare thighs. She’d worn her favorite pale pink garter today. The silk fabric was embroidered with taupe swirls that perfectly matched the color of her nude stockings. The bra was the same pale pink, with taupe straps that matched the swirls on the garter. Beyond that...she wore nothing at all.
The smile snuck up on her again, because that felt most wicked of all. The air caressing her bare sex as she walked. The most secret of secrets and no one would ever know. Unless she happened to see Alex later.
