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“Oh, yeah. That’s one of my biggest regrets about that night, you know?” He fits his hand under my ass and lifts me to his impaling cock as he settles into a harder, rhythmic pace. “I was so impatient to get inside you. I’d been eye-fucking you for hours, and by the time I got you alone, I couldn’t stand not being inside you for another second. But I wanted my mouth on you. When we make it out of here alive, I’m going to spend a whole night just eating that sweet pink cunt…”
He lodges even deeper inside me with his next plunge, hitting a spot that makes me thrash with an unexpected rush of pleasure. My eyes slide shut. “Oh, my god.”
“Since He’s not here to save you, you’ll have to settle for me. Feel my cock riding you hard?”
Ridge prods that sensitive spot inside me again. I’m supposed to be fighting him, but all my body wants to do is rock with him and chase ecstasy. “What are you doing to me?”
“Reminding you how fucking good it is. And how good I’m going to make it every time I slide inside you. Damn…” he groans. “I probably shouldn’t risk raising more questions, but I’m dying to make you come for me. So let’s do it.”
His words, his strokes, his determination all work to undo me. After the way he walked out on me, I shouldn’t be so eager to have him inside me. I shouldn’t surrender my pleasure to him so easily. Damn it, I have gumption. I have pride.
Unfortunately, Ridge seemingly has the secret combination to my body. All he has to do to make me give up my free will is touch me, whisper a few filthy words, and penetrate me with that hard, girthy cock of his. Pathetic.
That’s what being in love will do.
I shush my inner voice. Though it’s undeniable that Ridge is seriously amazing when it comes to sex, I’m simply hormone riddled. And I’ve been doing without. He’s just scratching my itch. It will go away after tonight.
Right, and I’ve got a bridge to sell you…
Suddenly, he lets go of my wrists and takes hold of my face, forcing my stare to his. “Where do you think you’re going? No disappearing into your thoughts to avoid me.”
“I-I’m not.” The truth slips out. Maybe I should have let him think I couldn’t wait for him to go away. But he can read my body. He knows. He’s messing with me for reasons I don’t understand.
“Good.” He releases my chin and works his hand down my curves as his cock pounds me again, this time even deeper.
Before I can stop myself, I cry out, spreading my legs automatically wider for him. My hips lift even higher to meet his next thrust.
“Yeah…” he growls against my neck as he increases his pace—and manages to wriggle his thumb over my clit. “Let’s get you there, Little Red. I’ve missed hearing you scream. Give it to me.”
It’s like only he controls my body, because a couple of swipes across my clit and a few hard strokes later, my back arches. My nipples turn painfully rigid. My body stiffens. And I let out a wail as the bliss he makes me feel unravels me completely.
As soon as I start spasming around him, he grabs both of my hips and batters me with ruthless strokes, sending me up even higher as a long, rough groan tears from his throat. The feel of his hot seed jetting inside me sends me off again, soaring to heights I’ve never experienced or imagined.
I cry out again and disappear into mental clouds of bliss where everything is wonderful, Ridge loves me at least half as much as I love him, and his weird comment about us spending fifty years together actually comes true.
But a minute of panting and my slowing heartbeat later, I realize I’m pinned beneath the guy who ran out on me because he’s hanging with mobsters, and whether he’s undercover or not, Sammie and I are in grave danger.
“Oh, Little Red.” He kisses his way up my neck. “Fuck… I’d half hoped it was my warped memories that had me convinced your pussy is magical and our sex is off the chain. But that was even better than our first night.”
I can’t argue with him so I don’t try.
“You know there’s zero chance I’m letting you go again,” he says offhandedly. “I’m going to get us all out of this, but next time, you have to fight me a little.”
Ridge almost sounds like our situation is a joke. I’d ask if he’s crazy, but I know the answer.
Oh, god. Him, this night—everything. I’m too emotional. It’s too much. I shove against him, screeching and clawing, teeth bared and frantic.
Ridge scrambles off me and zips up. “Yeah, like that. Only…it would be more convincing for the camera if you did that in the middle of things and—”
