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“Oh no, you don’t,” she said, reading the gleam in his eyes. She backed up, fighting the arousal welling inside her. One glimpse of his hard jaw and sexy stare and she was a gooey mess. “You might be able to take breaks whenever you want, but if I’m off the clock, I’m not getting paid.”
“I’ll reward you in other ways.”
She didn’t doubt it. “What’s gotten into you?”
“You.” He caught her around the waist and pushed her against the wall, his mouth closing around her earlobe. “I thought about getting inside you all day long. Do you know what it did to me to imagine you lying naked in my bed? Every time my phone rang, I hoped it was you. I pretended you’d call me back here and tell me you were thinking of me too, that you couldn’t wait to have me inside you…”
“Oh. Well. That’s nice.” She bit her lip on a sigh. “I’m not used to men being driven to distraction over me.”
“New territory for me too. I keep thinking if I fill myself up with you, it’ll pass.” He wrapped his hand around her breast, stroking her in that rough way that never failed to crank her motor.
“How’s that working out for you?”
“As well as it looks. I hope to God you’re wet,” he muttered, his other hand delving between her damp thighs.
“God was listening.” Her laughter ended on a raw moan when his index finger found her clit, insistently circling the distended flesh.
He grinned. “And here I thought I was on his permanent shit list.”
“Apparently not.” She hooked a leg around his hip and opened herself up to him. “Since I’m already late…” she murmured, shocked to hear herself being so brazen about something that had been so critical to her even two weeks ago.
Right now, right here, a spotless record meant nothing. Less than.
Sunlight slanted in from the window beside them, highlighting his hair as he yanked down his zipper. She could picture him taking a turn as a fallen angel, as comfortable in the flames of hell as surrounded by the harps and gossamer clouds of heaven. He could tempt her to sin—or she could save him from the brink.
The choice was hers to make. And survive.
He gripped his erection, jerking on it just enough to make her eyes cross with longing. A little knowing smile lifted his lips. Dammit, the man knew just what to do to make her pant. Slowly he dragged the head of his cock up and down her slit until she was writhing for him.
She loved not using a condom, a feeling she’d never before experienced. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea, but they were protected and she trusted him when he said he was clean. And she needed him inside her, naked. Completely bare.
He didn’t tease her long. With one sure plunge, he buried himself deep, his hips flexing to drive him home. She grabbed his shoulders, holding on as he began to batter her body with methodical thrusts. The room filled with the sounds of slapping skin and gasps turning to groans.
Kelly’s eyes slid closed. Or rolled up in her head. She wasn’t entirely sure. She wasn’t one to go on and on about a man’s cock, but his had to be made of gold. How else could he hit every spot inside her just right, his cock unerringly wringing more joy from her body than she’d ever imagined?
She’d had good lovers before. At least she’d thought she had. But since Spencer had come into her life, they’d become as real to her as shadow puppets, fleeting reminders of all she’d been missing.
This was sex. Loving the man who so effortlessly played her body just made it even better.
His broad palm closed around her breast, his thumb and forefinger pulling on her swollen nipple. She arched, straining for an orgasm she knew she’d never reach this way. Not unless she helped herself.
Her eyes flew open again as she reached down between them. He hiked her thigh higher on his waist and watched her, his features tight with lust. She rubbed her clit slowly, going faster when he increased the tempo of his thrusts. For once it wasn’t a contest or race, simply the mutual exploitation of pleasure.
She could see herself in his eyes and, trapped there, her fingers picked up speed, her pussy tightening around his cock every time he entered her. In and out, on and on. His expression glazed when she finally clenched, her orgasm showering him as he drove into her. She couldn’t stop shaking but he held her even as he shattered her into glittery pieces all over again.
Her back bowed as he found his own climax and she reveled in the exquisite sensation of his hot cum spurting inside her tight channel. His release blasted new embers of heat through her belly but she was too spent to chase them. All she could do was whimper and enjoy.
A couple of minutes later, he eased her leg down and kissed her gently, his soft, cool lips a salve after the storm they’d just endured together. “Want to go get cleaned up?”
“No.” She sounded completely blitzed. Not too far off the mark, actually. “I want to go to work just like this. With your scent all over me. Maybe then Leigh will keep her grubby paws on her cookies and off you.”
Luckily he chuckled, taking the comment as the joke she’d meant it as. Well, it was mostly a joke. “She’s a kid, Kelly. Hardly a threat.”
“Duh. I’d kick her butt in a heartbeat. A chick who spends her life in an apron isn’t scrappy enough to take me on.”
“Undoubtedly,” Spencer agreed, chucking her chin in a yeah, right sort of way that might’ve gotten her back up if she hadn’t felt capable of vaulting skyscrapers without benefit of her push-up bra.
“So what’s the deal with her?”
