I took in the scent of his intoxicating cologne as he stepped inside. The aroma was a mixture of cedar and sandalwood. Something you’d expect a burly, muscular man like him to wear. My nipples hardened. I shrugged, trying to pretend I wasn’t as affected as I was. “No, I was just wondering what’s in the bag.”
He sat the bag down on the hardwood floor. “Julian’s dead body.”
My eyes widened with shock.
“I’m kidding,” he chuckled. “It’s everything you left at his office.”
As he handed me the bag, I noticed he had dimples when he smiled. Which only made him hotter. I cleared my throat, needing to escape my own thoughts. “I wanted to thank you for whatever you did. You really saved my ass.”
“Julian’s an asshole and deserved everything he got. But I stepped over the line tonight. I won’t do it again.” He pressed his hand into my lower back, closing the space between us. “If you destroy anyone else’s personal property in the future, I’m going to throw your cute ass in jail.”
I placed my hands on his hard chest. “I’ve never done anything like that before, and I swear, it’ll never happen again.”
He inhaled deeply. “What is that amazing smell?”
“The dinner you requested.” I was happy for a conversation change. “Hungry?”
“Starving,” he replied, crushing his lips into mine. His hand moved to my neck as his kiss deepened. It was the kind of kiss that curled toes and wet panties. Had I been wearing any, they would’ve been soaked. “First, the food.” He kissed me a second time, biting my bottom lip. “Then you for the rest of the night.”
I moaned. “Sounds good to me.”
When he finally released me, I felt a ping of disappointment. It was silly, but I really didn’t want to wait for him to eat. I needed to know more about the detective that saved my career, and I definitely wanted to explore our intense sexual connection. It was odd to admit, but I already felt like I knew him. I was comfortable around him. For the first time in years, I wasn’t constantly tense or worried about what might happen in the future. I was totally in the moment, enjoying every second of our time together.
I sat across from him, watching him intensely. As he ate, he said nothing—just the occasional low moan when he tasted something he really liked. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was starving. Although I had bought enough food for four people, he had already eaten three meals. Since he went for the pasta first, I guessed Italian was his favorite cuisine. I’d have to remember that in case this ended up being more than a one night stand. My chest tightened at the thought. It was as if I’d already known it was.
“Why aren’t you eating?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I nibbled at a few things before you got here.”
He moved his chair back a few inches, and patted his knee. “Come here.”
Excited, I quickly stood in front of him. He grabbed my hips and sat me on his lap. It was a small gesture, yet intimate somehow. Even more surprising was how comfortable I was sitting on top of him. I placed my hands between my legs so I didn’t fidget. A second later, I was completely caught off guard when he stabbed a piece of steak with his fork, and then held the meat close to my lips.
“You need to eat this,” he urged. “It’s fantastic.”
I’d dated lots of men, but none had ever tried to feed me. It was strange and awkward and sexy all at the same time. My cheeks warmed. “I’m really not a big red meat eater.”
He leaned close to my ear, and whispered, “You’re going to need the protein for what I have planned.”
My core tightened. “Care to enlighten me?”
“Finish the rest of the steak,” he replied, nibbling on my earlobe. “And I’ll show you.”
I bit the piece of meat off his fork, chewing and swallowing like I was competing for a title. In less five minutes, I’d eaten the remaining pieces. “Done.”
“I like when you follow instructions.” He lowered my strapless top, exposing my bare breasts. His hands covered my mounds, tenderly massaging them.
Enjoying the sensation, I leaned my head back against his shoulder.
“Your tits are incredible.” He rubbed the tip of his fingers over my nipples, back and forth until they were fully aroused. “They’re so sensitive to even the slightest touch.”
“That feels so good,” I moaned. “Please don’t stop.”
He ran kisses from the crook of my neck to my ear, causing every nerve ending in my body to hum with need. I moaned as desire overtook me. I just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation. Before long, wetness coated my sensitive folds.
He chuckled as if he had heard what I was thinking. “Is your pussy nice and wet for me?”
“Yes,” I replied, rubbing my ass into his crouch.
Already, he was as hard as a brick. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
A low growl escaped his throat. “Say it again.”
“Yes, Sir.” I repeated in a louder tone.
Releasing one of my breasts, he reached down and spread my legs wide. My skirt rose up as his hand slid between my thighs. “No panties?” he asked, rubbing my hairless mound. “That’s my dirty girl.”
My core hummed with need. “I want you so bad.”
In one quick motion, he slid his arm across the table’s surface like a windshield wiper. Everything flung onto the floor. Ceramic plates crashed into pieces. I gasped. Before I could say another word, he was maneuvering my body. When he’d finished, I sat on the edge of the table with my skirt around my waist and legs spread wide. He scooted his chair closer, leaning in to take a deep inhale. “I missed the smell of your pussy.”
Fuck, his dirty talk was so hot.
A rush of anticipation rippled through me. My pussy clenched as his hand slid between my legs, easily finding the tender nub of my clit. Slowly, he stroked it with his thumb. I made every effort to keep it together as he eased two thick fingers inside of me, massaging my inner walls. The friction was incredible.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
“You belong to me now, Sloane.” He said, curling his fingers inside of me, pumping fast and deep. “And I’m taking what’s mine.”
A second later, his face was buried between my thighs.
He flicked his tongue against my aching clit over and over again. I collapsed back against the kitchen table. I was overwhelmed with sensation. My back arched as he closed his lips around my swollen nub, sucking it into his mouth. I held onto the edge of the table, panting. What he’d said drove me wild, but what he was doing took me over the edge. No one had ever made me feel so vulnerable. So out of control.
But I liked it.
I needed it.
A knot of pressure built in my core, growing every second. Pulsing. Throbbing. I exploded. My body shook, convulsing in a hot rush of pleasure. “Yes,” I wailed.
He groaned.
Panting, I rode out the rest of my orgasm. He was incredible. I’d never been with a man who enjoyed giving oral sex as much as receiving it. It always seemed like men rushed through it. I hardly ever climaxed. But not this man. He took his time, tasting every drop of my wetness. I wasn’t sure, but it almost sounded like he had an orgasm at the same time. Once I collected myself, I leaned up onto my elbows.
Matthew glared at me with an insatiable hunger in his eyes, while his mouth glistened with my cream. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. “It hasn’t been twenty-four hours and I’m already addicted to you.”
My mouth watered in anticipation as I sat up and unbuttoned his pants. He’d proven over and over again that he could satisfy me in every imaginable way, and I ached to do the same. To make his body crave me. When I slid his underwear down, his massive erection sprung out. I kept my eyes on him as I sunk to my knees. He placed his hand on the back of my head, urging me forward. I kissed his mushroom head once and he hissed. His subtle reaction made me smile and I continued to tease him by tracing the rim of his tip with my tongue.
As I ran my h
and up and down his shaft, I asked, “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to feel the back of your throat.” He groaned.
Chapter Eight – Detective Matthew Weggman
I was on the edge of sanity, ready to break.
She gazed up at me with a wicked grin on her face. I was filled with desperation as she continued to tease me. And she knew what she was doing. Giving me just enough tongue, taking me into her mouth just far enough, then pulling away. All the while stroking my cock up and down with a methodical rhythm that brought me within seconds on an orgasm. My dick ached for release, and she had me ready to beg. I might’ve had her on her knees, but she was in control.
“Do you like this?” She asked, licking the pre-cum off my tip. “Does this feel good?”
“I don’t like to be teased,” I growled.
“Is this what you want?” She tightened her grip on my cock, squeezing me harder. “Do you like it rough?”
I groaned. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll walk bow-legged for a week.”
“Not if I make you cum in my mouth.” She took me fully into her mouth, her tongue sliding down my length.
I drove my fingers into the back of her hair and thrust deep into her throat. She gagged as a line of spit leaked out of her mouth. But I kept pounding into her, pulling out only for a second at a time. Just enough to let her catch her breath, then went right back in. Fuck, she felt good. Something about this woman drove me to the edge, making me feel things I never had before. If I wasn’t careful, I could see myself falling hard for her.
When she cupped my balls, I knew I only had seconds left before I coated her throat with cum. I pulled away, and she released my cock with a pop. I grabbed her underneath the arms, pulling her up into a standing position. She was still catching her breath. Her mouth was red and swollen, hair tousled. When our eyes met, I could tell she was wild with need. Sucking my cock seemed to turn her on. I reached between her legs, sliding my finger in between her slick folds. “Your pussy is soaked.” I chuckled. “Did you get yourself all worked up while I fucked your mouth?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her eyes were half-lidded as she licked her lips. Anticipation made my body tense. I had to have her. I led her over to the wall, pressing her back against the painted sheetrock. Reaching down, I hoisted her legs around my hips. As if she were reading my mind, she held my cock in front of her entrance and I plunged deep inside her drenched pussy. I let out a growl when I filled her to the brim. Her core squeezed my cock, milking me as she moaned through each thrust. She clenched her teeth, and her nails dug into my shoulders.
“You like that, baby?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
I felt her inner walls pulsate as she climaxed. She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. Her body limped like a wet noodle as she rode the waves of her orgasm. But I kept going. I wasn’t letting up on her. Squeezing her hips, I fucked her with everything I had. I wanted her to cum again. I wanted her cream running down her legs, puddling onto the floor beneath us. I reached down and teased her swollen clit, making circles with my thumb. Her eyes burst open.
“Play with your tits,” I ordered.
She tugged and rolled her hard nipples with the tips of her fingers. “Fuck me hard, Detective. Punish my pussy.”
It was like I had been injected with euphoria. I was totally and completely out of my mind with lust. I pounded into her, pushing her hard against the wall, not caring how much it might hurt. I couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel her tight, wet cunt. Her mouth was shaped in an O as she came over and over again. We were both covered in sweat. My legs shook from holding her weight for so long, but I didn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. I plunged into her like a machine even as my energy faded. I don’t know how long I lasted. It seemed to go on forever.
When I was finally finished, I growled through my climax.
I lowered her to the ground. As I caught my breath, I leaned onto the wall for support. Tonight, I’d had craziest sex of my life. I’d completely lost myself in her. I’d never let go like that before. I was fully engrossed, feeling more like an animal than a man. And as exhausted as I was, I still wanted her. I had cum dripping from my cock, but I was still hard. I wanted to say something to her, but for the first time in my life, I was speechless.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah,” I replied, panting. That was all I could muster.
“I think we both need a shower.”
Smirking, I replied, “Lead the way.”
She took my hand and led me down a long hallway, passing by two bedrooms. We stepped inside an enormous master bedroom with a mahogany four-post bed and a pink comforter. A large dancing ballerina painting hung above. Matching wood chest and dresser sat on the opposite end. There was a small table next to the bed with a stack of books on top and a bouquet of fresh flowers in a crystal vase. At the far end of the room, I noticed a silver vanity table, chair, and a floor length mirror.
I entered the bathroom, which was double the size of mine. She had a shower with two faucets, two sinks, two mirrors, and one gigantic soaking tub. I watched her as she ran the water in the bathtub. She opened a purple bottle and let a few drops fall into the stream. Within minutes, the tub was filled with bubbles up to the rim. She lowered herself into the foam. I went in right after her, positioning myself behind her. She settled in against my chest. Between her body and the warm froth, I was in heaven.
She let out a relaxed moan. “I wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while.”
“I wouldn’t mind staying like this forever,” I gushed. My eyes widened as soon as the words left my mouth. “I mean, I feel good too.”
Turning her body to the side, she looked up at me. “Can I say something without you thinking I’m crazy?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Yes.”
“I’m comfortable with you,” she said, staring down at my chest. “Probably more than I should be since I barely know you. I don’t know how to explain it.” She shook her head. “It’s just…it’s just—”
I put my finger under her chin, tilting her head up until our eyes met. “It just feels right.”
She nodded. “Does that mean we’re insane?”
“I don’t think so,” I shrugged. “Not if we both feel the same.”
Biting her bottom lip, she asked, “So what should we do?”
I kissed her softly. “I think we should continue getting to know each other and see where this goes.”
She released a long sigh. “I’ve tried that before with regular people and it’s never worked out.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “Regular?”
Smiling, she replied, “Men who aren’t in the industry.”
“I haven’t dated anyone famous before, so I can’t be sure how this will end.” I reached out for a loofah and stuck the sponge into the bubbles. Once it was filled with soapy water, I ran it over her shoulders and arms. She returned to her original position, and I continued to wash her. “But I can say that I’ve never felt like this with any other woman. And for that reason alone, I want to see where this might go.”
“Does this mean we’re dating?”
“Considering how many times we’ve fucked, I hope so.”
She laughed. “Then tell me something about yourself. Start with your family.”
“I grew up in LA. Mom was a public school teacher and dad was a cop. They moved to Pasadena a few years ago, after they retired. And I have one older brother who is a lawyer. He lives here with his wife and two kids. What about you?”
“I grew up in New Mexico and moved here when I was eighteen.”
She didn’t offer much information. “What about your family?”
“I never knew my dad. He left when I was a baby. Mom raised me by herself until I was twelve. She’s an artist, but she made a living working at galleries. That’s where she met Steve. He came in to buy a painting and ended up asking for her number.
They got married two years later and have been together ever since.”
I pushed on her shoulders, and she leaned forward while I washed her back. “Do you like Steve?”
She ran her hands over my hamstrings, and my cock jolted. “He’s a good guy.”
I cleared my throat, trying to ignore my growing erection. “Any siblings?”
“Nope,” she replied, massaging my inner thighs.
I leaned my head back against the tub. “Any pets?”
She giggled. “I had a ferret once, but she ran away.”
Her hand moved between my thighs, gripping my dick. Slowly, she slid up and down my length. All the blood rushed to my cock, and I couldn’t think clearly. I dropped the loofah, letting the sponge fall into the water. She released me from her hold and twisted her body around until she was straddling my lap. Her gorgeous tits were above the water, covered in bubbles. The only thing I could see was her puffy, rose colored nipples poking through the white foam.
I swallowed hard. “You are stunning.”
“Aren’t you going to wash the front?” she asked, in a sultry tone.
Washing her wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. “I lost the loofah.”
She grabbed a bar of soap and put it in my hand. “You don’t need one.”
Oh, this was going to be fun. I rubbed the bar against my hands until they were covered in soapy froth. I ran my hands over her chest, in between her breasts, and then her stomach. She made soft moaning sounds as her eyes fluttered closed for a second or two. I reached for the bar again, getting my hands soapy once more. And then I cupped her tits, massaging them with my palms. I flicked her hardened tips with my thumbs.
Her lips parted and she let out a whimper.
I chuckled. “You thought you’d tease me with your tits, but you’re the one grinding your pussy into my lap.”
“I’m so horny.”
“That’s my little dirty little girl.” I rolled her tips in between my thumb and index finger. “Beg for that dick.”
“Please fuck me,” she moaned. “I want you so bad.”
“So greedy.”
“Please,” she begged.
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