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“I haven’t fucked you in the kitchen yet.”
“No, you haven’t,” I agreed.
He removed his hand from my panties and stepped back.
I hopped up onto the counter and wiggled my underwear down my legs.
Viper unfastened his jeans and undid the fly before lowering his pants and boxers in one fell swoop.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he growled. “And show me how wet you are.”
I did as he said and he dragged a finger through my wetness. He pumped his hard shaft at the sight of it.
I scooted closer, wanting him inside me.
He grasped my hip and pressed the head of his crown to my entrance. Viper slid in slowly, and I groaned in pleasure.
I left my legs open, not wanting to wrap them around him for fear I might hurt his ribs.
He moved his hand from my hip to the small of my back and I tilted my pelvis to take him deeper.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered, thrusting harder.
I grasped the hair at his nape and tugged him closer, wanting his mouth on mine.
His kiss was violent, and I couldn’t get enough.
He fucked me hard and deep on top of the kitchen counter. I fisted his hair as I clenched around him, my orgasm shooting through me as though I’d left the stratosphere.
“Yes,” Viper rasped. “Just like that. I’m coming.”
He rammed into me and then stilled.
I gently released his hair and placed my hands on the counter to steady myself. “Oh, yeah, I’m all about this.”
Viper chuckled. “Living together might be the best idea I’ve ever had.”
* * *
“Your ass looks amazing in those jeans,” Viper said, moving closer to me as we headed up the steps of Willa’s porch.
“Sir, your words!” I gasped.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he demanded.
“They’re jeans, Viper. It’s not my fault they hug the curves of my ass.”
“The curves of your ass are begging for my hands…”
The front door opened, and Willa appeared, a smile on her face. “Hey, guys! Come on in.”
We stepped into the foyer, and Willa closed the door.
“Don’t be offended that I didn’t get up,” Savage called out from his spot on the couch. “Willa refuses to let me move. Even though the doctor told her I need to be up and moving.”
“Hush, you,” Willa said to him. She gestured with her chin at the platter in my hand. “What’d you make?”
“Cookies,” I said with a grin.
