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“Do you remember?” he whispered gruffly.
My hips started to push back of their own accord since I apparently had no control over any of my body’s reactions. I gripped the table and moaned.
“Do you remember?” Brandon asked again, this time more sharply. “What I did to you tonight? How I fucked you hard against that wall, and then made you come apart in my arms?”
“Ummmm, yessss,” I hissed as he thrust deeper.
“Should I do it again, Skylar?”
The hand on my ass gave it a brief slap, then cupped one cheek roughly to leverage himself even deeper. I clawed at the table—for release or escape, I wasn’t quite sure. He was unrelenting, pummeling harder and harder, offering increasingly dirtier suggestions of what he wanted to do to all parts of me. Rather than alarming me, the ideas only turned me on even more, sending me toward yet another orgasm with every flick, every shove.
“Jesus!” I panted. “Oh, God, uhhh, Brandon, I’m…so…close!”
He rammed even harder, clutching my ass with one hand, continuing the delicious rhythm with his other, clasping my pelvis between them like I was one of his power tools.
“AAaaah!” I screamed as my body began to convulse and tighten around him. “I’m…oh, shit, I’m coming!”
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged.
His voice barely betrayed a break in his controlled facade. But as I fell apart, he did too.
“Fuck, Skylar, FUCK!” he cried, thrusting in one, two, three more times before he fell heavily over my quaking body. His face buried in my hair as we both shook together, finally finding our mutual release.
We lay there, his body covering mine, for what might have been a few minutes or an hour. I really couldn’t tell.
“I don’t know what gets into me when I’m around you, Red. I’m like a goddamn teenager again, ready to go at it anytime, anyplace.”
With a kiss on the back of my neck, Brandon pushed up. He turned to dispose of his condom and wash his hands in a sink in a corner. I turned around so I could admire him again.
Brandon turned back and met my frank stare with a smirk. “See something you like, Red?”
I didn’t stop ogling. “Actually, yeah. You do pretty well in your birthday suit, Mr. Sterling.”
His smirk intensified as he returned to my side and leaned casually against the counter, making no move to cover himself. He was clearly confident in his body. I, on the other hand, wasn’t quite so blasé.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked sharply as I retrieved my clothes from the floor.
I stood up, clasping my shirt to my body. “Um, just getting dressed.”
I could feel the flush rising up my body, which only intensified with the knowledge that I didn’t have my clothes on to hide its spread. Brandon reached out and yanked the shirt out of my hands and tossed it back onto the floor.
“Did you really think I was done with you yet?”
With a quick, graceful movement, he caught me by the backs of my legs and lifted me to straddle his waist. Before I could speak, he captured my mouth with a deep, languid kiss until I was breathless. Suddenly the fact that I was completely naked didn’t matter so much anymore.
“I told you, Red. Like a goddamn teenager.”
And with that, he turned and carried me back down to his bedroom, where he continued to command my body well into the night.
Twenty-Four
Iwoke up the next morning tucked into soft, white warmth. The few hours I’d slept had been blissful, considering that Brandon’s bedding consisted of a massive down comforter, multiple down pillows, and the softest cotton sheets I’d ever touched. Bright sunlight flashed through a row of bay windows next to the bed, through which I could see the snow-topped trees flashing gold in the early morning light.
I rolled onto my back and stared up at a box-beam ceiling. The sleek, silver alarm clock on the nightstand read 6:30 a.m. I had slept barely four hours. I was also sore, but in the best possible way.
The door to the en suite bathroom opened, and Brandon strode out, fully dressed in navy suit pants and white-and-blue gingham shirt that made his eyes pop. I smiled and received a heart-stopping grin in response. He walked to where I lay and leaned down for a kiss. I was immediately engulfed in his fresh scent. It was something he put in his hair, I realized, that carried that unique almond aroma.
“Morning, beautiful,” Brandon said as he stood back up.
