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“Well, I’ll just take Ms. Kelly…” said Carter.
“Mia is fine.”
Carter grinned at her. He was actually rather handsome in a muscular nerd kind of way. “I’ll just take Mia and leave you two alone to figure this out.” He proffered his arm to Mia. “May I?”
“Sure. But could we grab one of the pizzas? I’m starving.”
“You betcha.” Carter nipped past Claire and Fletch as Fletch pressed Claire into the wall. Carter grabbed a pizza, and then escorted Mia out to Fletch’s SUV.
Claire barely registered when they left, as their departure was covered by Fletch slamming the door behind them and then locking it. His tongue played along the seam of her lips, demanding more than asking for her to acquiesce. Claire found her arms winding around his neck as she leaned into his strength and parted her lips.
Fletch lifted her up, rucking the dress up around her waist. “Spread your legs and wrap them around me,” he growled.
She would have liked to say he’d done something to force her, but he hadn’t. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Unbuttoning his fly, he removed his hard cock from his pants and as if it was a heat seeking missile, it found the entrance to her core and he thrust up into her, stretching and filling her as she moaned and held onto him.
“God, I missed you all day.”
“You’re the one who got up and left.”
He shook his head. “What a brat. I should have known you weren’t asleep. I won’t make that mistake again. Next time, I’ll either take you with me or leave you handcuffed to the bed with a security detail.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she snarled.
Chuckling, he said, “Well, since you asked me so nice.”
Holding her against the wall, he fucked her long and slow, never letting her get any purchase to do anything but let him have his way. The fact that ‘his way’ felt pretty damn amazing didn’t hurt. Over and over, he surged up and then retreated. Every time she tried to wriggle away, he smacked her backside, never once changing the rhythm or power with which he stroked her.
“You feel so good,” he groaned.
Each time he drove up into her, he pulled her down as well so that she was impaled on his cock down to the root. She couldn’t move, couldn’t get away from him, and she had to admit, if only to herself, that she didn’t want to. Fletch was completely in control and in command and gave her no choice but to accept his dominance. He shoved himself deep until her entire body shook and her inner walls trembled. There was something about this man that just did something to her.
He held her up as he fucked her as if her weight was nothing. She felt dainty and utterly feminine in his strong embrace. Her muscles began to tighten as her breath became thready and his became ragged. Claire could no more have stopped her approaching orgasm than she could have stopped a speeding train. It crashed down around her as her pussy clamped down on his cock. He slammed into her a final time, as she writhed in his hold, and he flooded her with his cum.
Claire clung to Fletch as small tremors wracked her body afterwards, making her whimper as he made small movements still deep inside her, drawing tiny aftershocks from her.
“Go away,” she whispered.
“Shh, Claire. Everything is going to be all right. I’m going to take care of you.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head.
“Yes,” he crooned as he uncoupled from her and eased her back to her feet, pulling her close and steadying her.
“You searched my home,” she accused him gently.
“And I found nothing. I also fed and watered your horses and mucked out your stalls. That ought to count for something.”
“I suppose so. You’d better talk to the guy you had follow me into London this afternoon. He got lazy and I spotted him. I would have expected better from someone on your team.”
Fletch stepped back, holding her separate from him. “I didn’t have anyone trying to tail you, Claire. I didn’t have to.”
“Why not?”
“Because I put trackers in both pairs of your boots and those sandal thingies you had on when we had dinner at the Savoy. Who was following you?”
“I don’t know. I thought it was you. Some guy in a black sedan. When I took him to Scotland Yard and the bobby looked like he might flag him down, he made a quick exit.”
“Shit,” he said, stuffing his cock back into his jeans, stepping away from her and buttoning his fly.
