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She threw her head back with a groan, her hands over mine. “Fuck yes, Brady,” she said.
My control cracked. Hand snatching her forward, I rolled us, pinning her under my weight. There were no giggles now, only frantic hands that found mine and yanked at the belt keeping my slacks in place. Moments later, she’d released the buckle, and together we freed me from the last of my clothes.
Sinking back on my heels, I watched as she settled on the cushions, her eyes hungry on me. Slowly, I let my hands slide up the incredible length of her legs, and then gripping the edge of that pink lace, I pulled her thong down her legs.
Cici leaned forward, reaching behind to free her breasts as I crawled towards her. My hips dropped between her legs, my movements suddenly frantic as the need escalated. Her hands were on my shoulders.
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Chapter 4
Cici
“Don’t you dare slow down,” I said, trying to sound less desperate and failing horribly. But I didn’t care. Because there was nothing more sexy than seeing Mr. Martinez himself stripped down to gorgeous skin and crawling between my legs.
Who would've thought the man I’d spent the past few weeks duking it out with in the conference room would be exactly what I wanted right now?
My hips bowed up to his. His elbow bent at my neck, and with a groan, he reached between us to guide the hot, silky head of his body to mine. Anticipation swept over my body, and it was as if the air between us was suddenly electrified. With a thrust, the tip of his cock slipped into my body.
Brady groaned, dropping his forehead to mine as his hips continued to drive forward, filling me with the thick heat of his body. “You’re so wet, baby.” As if to prove his point, his thumb brushed over my clit. I clenched down on him, pleasure making me twitch with need.
“Oh God, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I gasped, my fingernails digging into his wide shoulders with enough enthusiasm to leave marks. He didn’t seem to mind—in fact, he bucked a little as I strained forward.
“Cecelia,” he groaned.
“It’s so good. Please, Brady, move.” My hips were jerking up against his as our bodies met, flesh to flesh. My hands crept around his body as my legs curled around his waist, any way that I could possibly get closer to the man inside me. As if I could.
Slowly, agonizingly so, Brady pulled back, and then catching my hip in his hand, he jerked forward, filling me entirely.
”Fuck, Cecelia, you’re so tight.”
My head dropped back as moans fell from my lips. Brady’s mouth was soft against my jaw, my neck as he did it again. Dragging from me, letting me feel every inch of his heat, before shuddering forward. I began to lose control, and I knew that there were nearly wordless sounds coming from my mouth as I gripped his back and pushed back against him, urging him onwards.
He left a sweet, pulling kiss on my lips. So in contrast to the heavy thrusts between us. “You taste like honey,” he murmured.
I groaned, my body clenching as he hit another spot inside me that sent more waves of pleasure up my body.
“You feel incredible,” he rumbled against my skin.
“I’m so close, but I don’t want this to end.”
His breath was hot on my neck. “This is only the beginning. Come for me. Let me feel you squeeze me and know it’s me who made you come that hard.”
I snapped, my hips jumping to his as he thrust hard one, two more times, and then there was nothing—it was like the eye of a storm, silent and still, before my body fell over the edge into oblivion. I knew I said his name, but I wasn’t sure what else, because my brain was so overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that were still rocketing through my body.
Brady moved a few more times then dropped his face to kiss me gently. I could feel the scorching heat of his own release, the tightness of his hands in my hair as he threw his head back.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he finally slowed, his body coming to rest over my still-twitching form. “That was…” Brady trailed off.
“Ditto,” I murmured, nuzzling against the hot flesh of his shoulder. My eyes fluttered shut, bliss still filling my limbs with a delightful heaviness.
Soft, gentle kisses pressed against the side of my neck as Brady slowly sat back, pulling out of me. I whimpered at the loss of his heat, my eyes snapping open as I realized what I’d done. I was acting like a total clinger.
Sitting up on my elbows, I watched as Brady strode quickly from the room. And while I meant to act like this was all nothing, I couldn’t help but admire that fine ass as he moved out of the room. It was even better out of the suit.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back,” Brady called over his shoulder, disappearing into a hallway.
Smiling like a fool, I turned onto my side, my thighs still clenched as I stuffed my face back into the couch cushions. Yes, couch, as in what people sat on when they came here. And now, I’d just had the best sex of my life on his living room couch.
