Page 47 of Loss Aversion


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Before he could react, she raised on her toes, placed her hands on his shoulders, and lightly touched her lips to his as if testing the murky waters. Overly cautious. Maybe even fearful of misreading the perp.

His arms were glued to his sides as she lowered her feet to steady ground, avoiding eye contact and panting heavily, as if she had just attacked his mouth rather than placed a chaste kiss on it.

“Thank—”

His arm shot forward, encompassing her waist, and pulling her up and against him in one easy move, her legs wrapping themselves above his belt and grinding away as his mouth swallowed hers.

Turning, he pushed her up against the wall, thrusting into her as if he were a dying man and she was his last wish. Despite the awkward tug-of-war with his shirt and then hers, they managed to dispose of any upper body clothing, after which he availed himself of one perfectly taut nipple. Sucking it into his mouth, nipping it, and then laving it with his tongue.

“Omigod, omigod, omigod,” she chanted as he held her against the wall with one arm, pushed his jeans down with the other, pulling that useless, taunting piece of fabric between her legs to the side, lining the head of his cock to that oh so sweet spot, and shoving into her in one single thrust.

“Fuuuck,” he growled, his forehead on her chest, trying his best to allow the indescribable sensation of being inside this woman to soak through his body.

A moment of lucidity hit his frontal lobe and he froze. “Fuck, no condom.”

She panted, “What? No Magnums? I knew you were all talk and no walk.” Squirming suggestively, she chuckled after licking his ear, and said, “IUD, we’re good.”

As if those three words were the proverbial gunshot indicating the race was on, he thrust into her again and again with his tongue fucking her mouth in unison to what went on below.

“Let me down, I want you in my mouth,” she pleaded.

“Not until I turn you over the back of the sofa and take you from behind.”

She shook her head, so disobedient all the fucking time. “Not until I go down on you.”

He bit the tip of her nipple, causing her to shriek and said, “In my head, I’ve fucked you on every surface of this hotel room. You’re not going down on me until I drape you over the sofa, take you against the refrigerator, and throw your legs over my shoulders in the shower.”

“So…bossy,” she huffed just as he lifted her from the wall, set her down by the sofa, holding on tight as her legs had turned into the jelly she had consumed earlier that morning, and folded her over the back of the aforementioned furniture.

Back up on her toes, the height of the sofa couldn’t have been more perfect, and he pumped into her while running his hand down her spine and then draping his body over her like chain mail, he whispered in her ear after licking it, “You can thank me later.”

After working through his laundry list of positions, they sat together wrapped in a blanket, their heads leaning against the very spot where her torso had been when he jackhammered into her.

Grant’s leg was falling asleep, but he’d chew it off before moving it. Moving her.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the day I met you,” he murmured sleepily, wishing he could take a power nap and start all over again.

“Yeah? If I remember correctly, the day you met me, I had a peanut butter stain on my blouse and was halfway through a plate of ribs.”

“I like a woman who eats like a small Asian village.”

“Not to mention, I haven’t shaved my legs in two weeks,” she said, lifting her leg in front of her as if to make a point.

“What can I say? The heart wants what the heart wants.”

“I hate to be the one to break the news, but your heart has low standards.”

“My heart wants a woman who’d bust her ass to help people.”

Grant slightly moved his leg, the electric tingle of blood flow restriction radiating through his body, but managed to pull her closer to him at the same time.

“Will you call me when you get there?” she asked, her back tucked into his side, his chin leaning on her forehead.

“No need,” he replied cryptically.

“I just want to stay in the loop.”

“You’ll be in the loop because you’re going with me.”

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