I toss her panties over my shoulder in desperate need of her pussy. I take her ass in my hands, molding it under my touch before squeezing every inch of supple skin. My cock jerks as the urge to slip into her wetness becomes overwhelming.
“I love your ass,” I tell her. “Have you ever had a cock explode right in the middle of your cheeks, marking you there.”
“God, that sounds positively raunchy,” she pants.
“On the contrary, it’s pretty fucking good,” I grin.
“Another one for the list?” she smiles.
I love how her mind works.
“I haven’t even started and you can’t wait for me to fuck you again.”
“You do it so well.”
My plan was to take her on the couch, but suddenly, that sounds too tame.
I get up and lift her with me.
“No,” she whines.
I chuckle.
“Something wrong, precious?”
“Where are we going?”
“I decided to up the ante.”
“Oh, God.”
I walk us both to my desk and drop her on it.
Big, luminous brown eyes are on me as she unabashedly watches me strip.
Naked, I make my way to the bookshelf.
“Nice view. Shake your money maker,” she laughs.
I shake my head.
I extend my hand and grab the box of condoms I’d hidden between books earlier.
“Someone is overconfident,” she says as I walk back to her holding a packet.
“No. Never. I was hopeful. I just did a little advanced planning.”
She purses her lips.
I’m not sure if she’s impressed or incredulous.
“You know how to put one of these on?” I ask.
“No.”
“Let’s do it together,” I suggest.
She nods.
I bring the packet to her mouth.
“Rip it open with your teeth and pull out the condom.”
She does.
I place my hands over hers and lower them to my cock. I guide her fingers and she slips the condom over my raging erection.
“You did it. I’m sheathed.”
“That was so sexy,” she says before folding her lower lip between her teeth and looking up at me with veiled eyes. “I feel so empowered now.”
Fuck, I could eat her up alive.
CHAPTER 28
Everly
I expect Holt to tease me, but he just stares at me.
I can’t read his expression, but I feel like I’m melting under his dark gaze.
“Maybe that was an over-share,” I say.
I didn’t expect to end up in Holt’s clothes and I surely didn’t imagine the evening would end with me naked in his office, but here we are.
“It has nothing to do with what you just said. It has everything to do with you.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Your being here will ruin it for me.”
I frown my confusion.
“I'll never be able to use this room again without remembering this moment. The image of you in all your glory, sitting on my desk, will be permanently etched in my memory.”
“Oh.”
I bite my lip to stifle my smile.
“Your goddess-like body is perfection.”
A shiver runs through me at his compliment.
He has such a way with words.
“Says the rock star god with a fitness-model-like body. Have you looked at yourself?”
“I’d rather focus on you.”
Taking my head in his hands, he pulls my face to his and kisses the hell out of me. I match his passion unable to contain my desire for him. The sexy dance we've started to perfect intensifies as our tongues meet.
My God, I love kissing this man.
Without warning, Holt lifts me up in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and press my body against his engorged cock. God. He walks with a determined step across the room. He moves so fast, I struggle to understand what’s happening.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp when my back hits the wall.
“Sorry, precious,” he says when our eyes meet.
“I’m okay. Just a little surprised. Give a girl some warning next time, will ya.”
“I should go slow, but taking you gently isn’t going to happen because I know how good it is to be buried deep inside your warm pussy.”
“You’re a demanding lover.”
“I am,” he grins. “Eight days, precious… it feels like a lifetime.”
His revelation does something to me.
Imagine that? A guy like him wanting me that much.
Wow.
“Fuck me with everything you’ve got.”
“My little dominatrix has demands of her own?” he asks before kissing me softly.
“No, I’m simply agreeing with you.”
“In that case, we’re on the same page.”
He hoists me higher up against his forearms and lines up his cock with my pussy. I’m so fascinated by this man and what he does to my body, my eyes are riveted to where our bodies meet.
“First time against a wall?”
“I think you already know the answer,” I laugh.
“Hold on tight and enjoy the ride.”
The warning barely leaves his lips when Holt slams right into me.
“Jesus,” I gulp.
He pounds into me with relentless force.
“Your pussy is so fucking addicting.”
I whimper as I clench around his big cock, feeling how full I am.
Fuck.
My eyes roll to the back of my head in ecstasy.
Holt makes true to his promise. There’s nothing gentle about the way he fucks me against this wall. He’s so hard, it’s almost cruel. Almost. There’s also something incredibly hedonistic about being ravished by a man like this. He has all the control and I’m more than okay with that.
Our sweaty bodies cause me to lose my grip. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and I yank myself as close as I can get.
“Don’t stop,” I murmur in his ear.
He responds by ramming into me harder and deeper.
Oh, God.
“Precious, my hands are full. You’re going to have to take care of your clit. I want you to meet each one of my thrusts with as much intensity. You hear me?”
I nod vehemently.
I arch my body, thrusting my hips forward to meet his next stroke.
Christ.
He drives through me like a Challenger tank and I greedily swallow every inch of his magnificent cock.
My clit throbs like crazy as I clench around him.
For the next few minutes, our heavy breathing takes over the room as we succumb to pleasure.
“I fit perfectly in you, precious.”
“You do.”
“Fuck, I’ve missed your pussy. I’ve missed this between us.”
I can’t believe he just said that.
“Same here,” I pant.
“You’re so wet.”
“You do that to me.”
I rock my hips forward to meet his next thrust, moaning loudly as he squeezes my ass cheeks harder.
“Holy shit.” Holt clenches his teeth and rocks into me as I drive against him again. “Take what’s yours, you greedy little dominatrix.”
God, that word again.
He fucks me deeper and deeper every time he slams into me.
Yes.
Sex has never felt this good before this man who’s banging me into another stratosphere.
“You have me so fucking wound up here, Everly.”
“Oh, God, Holt.” My stomach clenches. “I––I'm going to come,” I pant in a breathless voice.
“That’s not how it works between us,” he reminds me.
“Jesus,” I whisper, tilting my head back against the wall.
“Wrong answer. Try again.”
“I need to come,” I implore.
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p; “I’m not going to give you what you need until you give me what I want,” he tells me.
“You’re playing hardball,” I grunt.
He pulls away from me and our eyes meet.
“Clearly, you don’t need to come that badly.”
He’s serious.
“Holt, please, let me come. Please,” I plea.
“Better.” His voice is so raw, I barely recognize it.
He slams into me with such violence it sends a delicious ripple of pleasure coursing from my spine all the way to my aching clit.
“Come all over me, precious,” he hisses.
I clench his cock hard.
Dear God.
My pussy starts to pulsate in quick staccato throbs. The pressure against my clit is unbearable.
“Holt, I––”
“Give it to all to me,” he growls.
He pounds into me again and again and again.
“God.”
I’m a breath away from exploding.
“Hard, Everly. I want you to show me how much you’ve missed my fucking cock and how well I ravish your pussy. You hear me?”
Jesus, the dirty talking is too much.
“I––”
My heart is beating so fast I can’t even string a sentence together.
“Don’t hold back on me,” he warns.
“I––”
“Everly,” he growls.
I panic when he spreads my ass cheeks.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll thank me later.”
In this position, he forces me to open wider for him. I’m completely at his mercy.
Three more hard thrusts and I come apart.
“Hol––”
His lips come down against mine, swallowing my cry.
Mother of God.
My body convulses around him for what seems like an eternity before it goes limp against his.
“You okay?” he asks. His warm breath caresses my cheek.
“Yeah,” I gasp.
“Sure?”
“I am.”
He leans forward and bites the side of my neck, sending a shudder of sweet pain through my entire body and oh God how I moan for him.
He pulls his head back and meets my gaze. “I’m not done with you, yet, precious. You okay with that?”
“Yes.”
He flashes me a lazy smile.
Holt swings his hips and thrusts inside me.
“Jesus, you’re still dripping,” he groans as he pushes his cock all the way inside me.
His cadence is as crazy as it was a few minutes ago. It’s feral. Urgent. Unyielding.
“I love the way you fuck me hard,” I pant.
My revelation surprises me.
“Christ,” he hisses with a deep low grunt. “Your pussy. Jesus.”
With a roar, he delivers one last punishing thrust.
“Fuck, Everly.”
I struggle in his arms until my lips meet his. As I swallow his cries of ecstasy, my clit comes alive again.
“Oh,” I sob against his lips.
My whole body trembles again as pleasure rips through me.
Once again, this man rocked my world.
CHAPTER 29
Holt
“Mr. Christensen,” Sydney says, knocking at my door.
“Yes.” My eyes lift from my laptop and meet hers.
“There’s a special delivery for you.”
“Goddammit.” I pound my fist against my desk. “Another black box?” I’m already on my feet.
“May I come in?” she asks.
“No need to sugarcoat it. Cadoc is worse than a whiny child. Sore loser. One week on, one week off. Enough with the boxes. I’m going to put an end to this stupidity,” I rage.
“Actually,” Sydney says, taking a step inside my office. “It isn’t a box.”
I frown. “What is it then?”
“I said you have received a special delivery. The person who brought it is still standing in the reception area… and I believe you know her.”
I still haven’t clued in. Sydney picks up on that.
“She says you’re one of her top clients. She’s the owner of Sugar Glaze Shack.”
My lips break into a huge smile.
“Should I ask Angela to have one of the security guards bring her up?”
“Definitely.”
“I thought so.” She’s so proud of herself. “I went downstairs to meet this woman in person. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t another one of Cadoc’s ruses. Miss Bickford-Smith is far too beautiful and far too sharp to be associated with a lowlife like him. I felt confident she was telling the truth.”
“She is. We know each other.”
“I see,” she says.
“I’m a big fan of her donuts as you know.”
I honestly have no idea why I felt the need to add that.
“That’s what I figured.”
The way she cocks her eyebrow suggests she’s able to read between the lines.
“Will you be meeting with Miss Bickford-Smith in your office or should I reserve one of the conference rooms?”
“My office is fine.”
“Of course.”
With that, Sydney turns on her heel and saunters out of my office.
After a few rounds of heart-stopping sex last Saturday night, Everly and I stayed curled up on my couch until three in the morning. When she declared she needed a few hours of shuteye before her workday, I called a car to drive her to her place. On Sunday, Jace, Jagger and I had prior plans with the kids. We spent the day there taking full advantage of the five-mile loop of orchards, ranches, shops and restaurants in Oak Glen—an hour and a half east of LA. Until I became a father, it’s the last place on earth where you’d find me, but Naomi loves it.
Everly and I were supposed to connect on Monday at her place until a call from Xander had me on a flight to London. Thank God my parents were more than happy to take care of Naomi. After months of courtship, Xander finally nabbed a voice born for stardom. It was a brutal week of negotiation, but in the end, I signed Kelsey Lake to my label. It was a great week for business, but I was away from my daughter and I wasn’t able to enjoy the company of a woman who’s impossible to resist.
“Knock, knock,” Sydney raps on the door. I open it immediately.
Wow.
“Hey.” Everly’s brilliant smile is arresting.
“Hey,” I parrot.
We stare at each other like fools.
“Well, I’ll go back to my desk,” Sydney says.
“I’ll be unavailable for the next little while,” I tell her.
“Of course,” she offers a small smile. “You know where to find me if you need, Mr. Christensen.” The words barely leave her mouth than she’s already turned on her heel.
“Thank you,” I throw over her shoulder.
I return my focus to the sexy brunette standing in front of me.
“This is unexpected,” I smile.
“I remembered the name of your record label and did a quick Google search. Is it okay?”
“Yeah. Seeing your beautiful face is the perfect way to kick off the week.” She smiles. “Come in. Let me grab that for you.” I reach out for the yellow box she’s holding, but she stops me.
“It’s okay. I got it,” she winks.
“What are you up to?”
She gives me a one-shoulder shrug. “Nothing,”
“We were texting back-and-forth an hour ago and you never mentioned you were dropping by.”
“What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”
“I like surprises that come in pretty wrapping. I love this outfit on you.”
She looks very formal in head to toe black. The fitted blazer looks like she means business. Only the vibrant color of the tips of her hair indicates this woman has another side to her. I won’t lie, the patent leather heels have my cock on alert.
I’ll have to demand she wears those again.
“Thank
you,” she flashes me a coquettish smile. “Nice area. I love this modern industrial décor you have going on,” she says, her eyes scouring the room.
“Thank you. I like it as well.”
She takes a few more steps inside my office. “It’s a nice mix of different eras.”
“A little like your Flashback Friday.”
She turns around to face me. “You’ve been paying attention.”
I bridge the gap between us. “And someone is very flirty.” I brush her hair off her shoulders before dropping a soft kiss against her lips. “What’s up, precious?”
She ignores my question.
“Is that where all the big decisions are made?” She points to my desk with her free hand.
“Something like that.”
“Hmm.” she hums. “Why don’t you take a seat? I’d love to see you in action.”
I’m not sure where this is going, but I oblige.
She drops the yellow box and her handbag on the corner of my desk.
Her eyes shift to the door.
“Don’t worry, Sydney won’t be back until I beckon her.”
“That wasn’t my concern.”
“What is?”
Instead of answering me, she unbuttons her blazer, removes it and flings it over one of the chairs across from my desk.
Holy hotness!
Her outfit isn’t as demure as I first thought. Everly was hiding something pretty sexy underneath a more conservative cover. She’s wearing a flirty sleeveless black dress. I didn’t see it at first, but now it jumps out at me. Two layers of triangular cutouts run from shoulder to shoulder across her chest, offering a peek of her skin. It’s so fucking tantalizing.
I’m so taken, her question catches me off guard.
“Can we lock the door?”
I cock an eyebrow.
Her smile is dangerous.
I tilt my head and stroke my jaw. “You missed me?” I ask.
“Yeah. A lot.”
Ah! It’s that kind of visit.
She sashays to the door, her tempting hips swaying underneath her flowing dress. The lock’s distinctive sound jolts my cock.
“Can you spare a few minutes?” she asks.
“For you? Always.”
“Luckily, you don’t work in a fish tank,” she points to the walls.
“Nah. Privacy is key in my business.”
“All glass windows might have compromised things for us.”
Whoa. Someone is on a mission.
She’s sporting a telling grin as she walks back to me.
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