by Mia Carson
She rubbed her hand against him, but his hand captured hers and dragged it away, holding it instead. “I want to feel you,” she whispered, moaning when he switched to her other nipple, tugging mercilessly on it.
Her thighs rubbed together, every cell in her body screaming for his attention, and the storm grew in intensity until Belle feared she’d lose her grip and fall. Greyson’s hands trailed down her sides, tickling and teasing as his mouth released her nipple, leaving her panting. When his hands slid up her thighs, her eyes met his, and the predatory need to possess his woman was plain on his face. Her hands fell on top of his and moved with him up her thighs. They shifted, and she spread her legs, enough for him to see the other bit of this lingerie.
“Jesus,” he grunted, and his jeans strained so hard she almost expected the zipper to bust. “Spread your legs for me, Belle,” he whispered as he moved her hands to the surface of his desk. He returned to her inner thighs, and slowly, she spread her legs. She thought, at first, she’d be embarrassed to have him staring so openly at her hot sheath, soon to hold him, but she wasn’t. In fact, watching him stare at her with a driving hunger spurred her on even more.
Biting his lip as if trying to control himself, Greyson moved his hand inwards, caressing her inner thigh until she couldn’t stand it.
“Spread them wider,” he commanded in a deep growl.
His tone sent a fresh wave of shivers down her spine, and she did so, revealing all of her glory, visible in the crotch-less panties. She expected to feel his fingers as she had their first time together, but when he fell to his knees, she frowned.
“Greyson—oh, God… oh, wow… what are you…?” She trailed off as a moan tore from her throat and her chest heaved. His tongue thrust deep inside her, and her whole body hummed as electricity like a bolt of lightning shot through her.
Her toes curled, and when his hands gently pushed, she obliged, spreading her legs as wide as she could to accommodate him. He lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders, and kissed down each thigh before his dark brown gaze landed on her. As she watched, his hand crept forward and tugged her clit, rolling it between his fingers before he lowered his head again and sucked on it hard. Belle’s moan turned into a sharp scream of pleasure, his fingers twisting and turning as they stretched the deep recesses of her womanhood. The orgasm he gave her the first time was nothing compared to this. She fought to get away at the same time she begged to be closer, for it to never stop.
Her inner muscles clamped hard on his fingers as he continued to penetrate her, licking her swollen lips. Every inch of her warm folds pulsated with intense pleasure that continued. He plundered deeper within her, using his other hand to spread her lips and lick every bit of her silky flesh. His fingers pulled out, and she shivered at the loss, but the pleasure was far from over. He moved his fingers against her, up and down her folds, spreading her wetness.
“You’re incredible,” he grunted. “I could listen to your screams all night.”
“Then why don’t you?” she gasped, which crescendoed into a scream when he plunged his fingers into her and his mouth clamped down on her clit, nipping and sucking until she could scream no more.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he whispered and gave her clit one final suck before she collapsed on the desk, laying back across it.
Greyson stood as she panted, struggling to catch her breath. She sat up on her elbows and watched as he tugged his shirt over his head. He reached for his jeans, but she moved and rested her hands over his.
“Let me,” she said, the words dripping with want.
His hands fell away, and he sucked in a breath through his nose when she quickly undid his jeans and shoved them down his hips along with his boxers. He pushed them the rest of the way down and stood before her, naked for her to see. His hardened shaft bobbed, and he was definitely as large as she’d felt. She stared at it for a long second before her hands reached out and gripped his scorching hot, pulsating member in her palms. He cursed as his body shuddered.
Belle grinned and ran her thumb over the silky skin of the crown, spreading the pre-cum already there. As she ran her hands up and down, all the way to the base, his hands reached up and undid the string of the halter, tugging the fabric down from her breasts. They were so heavy and swollen, one brush of his fingers made her clench him even harder, rubbing her hands faster against him.
He swelled more at her touch and twitched as if seeking her succulent, wet center crying out for him. When he tried to pull the rest of her outfit from her body, she resisted, wanting to hold him longer and watch him squirm. She hopped down from the desk, and gripping his hips firmly in her hands, closed her lips over his aching arousal. The salty taste of him encouraged her, and she sucked hard, taking in as much of him as she could. His hips bucked and his hands buried in her hair, but the moment didn’t last long. He yanked her back up, tore the rest of the lace from her body quickly and placed her on his desk. He spread her legs wide as she lay back.
The second his rigid length pressed into her folds, rubbing against them, her back arched, wanting him to plunge into her.
“Slow,” he growled as he took her hips. “We have to take it slowly. It’s your first time.”
“I’ll be fine,” she promised, and when his tip pressed against her, she shifted, taking the crown of him within her.
“Belle,” he warned, but she did it again, wanting him to fill her.
His hips moved away before he spread her lips wide and slid slowly within her warmth. She ached for him, and as he stretched her inner walls; her nails dug into his forearms, driving him to move faster. He pulled back and plunged in a little deeper. She winced at the painful pinch, but he didn’t stop and she didn’t want him to. The third time, she barely had half of him, and the pain was there, but her desire to have him possess her outweighed the pain.
She dug her nails in even harder, and when he thrust this time, she met him and he filled her completely, seated firmly between her thighs. Belle cried out, and he quivered, buried deep within her body. She waited for him to panic as the pain subsided, but when he pulled out, it was not all the way. He thrust back into her, and she cried out, still sensitive. His hand moved from her hip, and his thumb massaged and rolled her clit as he plowed into her, driving her across the desk until his other hand tightened on her hip to hold her still.
“You’re so hot,” he grunted. “God, and wet.”
That she was and so was he, filling her with a heat so intense, she was lost in the crazy storm of their budding love. Just as her inner muscles tightened around him and the pleasure built within her, he pulled out, but he wasn’t finished. He gripped her arms and pulled her to her feet, turning her around, and wrapped one arm around her waist. His knee spread her thighs, and as she bent over the desk, his hands kneading and massaging her breasts, he drove into her again, harder, filling her in a split second. He thrust quickly and powerfully. Seconds later, his warmth filled her as he swelled, and she held onto him tightly, pleasure wracking her body until all she could do was fall limp against the desk and in his arms. He lifted her body, kissing her neck sweetly and her shoulders, their hips still moving as they rode out the storm together. His body quivered as much as hers did. Carefully, cradling her against his body, he tumbled them to the floor in a heap.
He shifted his hips gently and pulled out, leaving her empty and craving him again.
Still panting for breath, she rolled over. He smiled wolfishly back at her as he raised a hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “So,” she asked, “is it always like that?”
His deep laugh vibrated through her as he dragged her close and kissed her. “With you, I think it will be. Does that answer your question? About me wanting you?”
“Am I going to have to wear dirty lingerie every time?” she retorted.
He kissed her again, his hands trailing down her back to cup her ass as he rolled her over until she straddled him. “Maybe, but after tonight, we’ll try to m
ake it to a bed.”
She laughed as she lowered her mouth to his, her hair falling over them as their laughter echoed around his office.
Chapter 17
Greyson yawned as the sun hit his eyes and a warm body shifted beside him under the sheets. He opened one eye and looked at the brown, wavy hair draped over his shoulder and Belle resting in the crook of his arm.
“Morning,” he whispered and ran his finger down her nose. She twitched and squinted one eye open before burrowing back under the blankets. “Nope, time to get up,” he told her as he threw the quilt off, revealing their naked bodies.
“Too early,” she mumbled and reached for the blankets, but he rolled over, pinning her to the bed.
After last night in his office, he couldn’t get enough of her, and as he’d promised, they made it to a bed where he proceeded to explore every inch of her delectable body. As he kissed her, his tongue dancing across the plump lips still swollen from his kisses, his knee spread her thighs and he pressed his swollen head against her.
“You’re already wet,” he groaned, and she laughed.
“I dreamed of you all night,” she replied and tugged his beard until he kissed her again.
His hips rocked forward, and their heavy breathing filled the room, their lips unable to kiss each other hard enough or fast enough as he plunged deeper within her. When her back arched, the angle shifted and he groaned as she moved with him, meeting each powerful thrust until he moaned and his body shook, trembling from her touch. Her muscles clenched him hard, holding him there as she sighed, whispering his name before a cry breached her lips.
“I think… I think I could get used to waking up like this,” she mused.
He pulled her close and replied, “Same.”
She eyed him warily. “Who are you and what did you do with my stubborn-ass boyfriend?”
He laughed and grabbed her ass as he kissed her hotly before climbing out of bed. “Come on, we have somewhere we have to go today.”
“And that would be where?”
He sighed and knew he’d never hear the end of it. “My dad’s grave, so get showered and dressed.”
She tried to hide her knowing smile, and he could tell she wanted to give him crap for it but held it in and darted into the bathroom. “Are you coming?”
“In a second,” he called back and grabbed his robe.
He padded through the house as images of Belle soaking wet in his shower filled his mind, but it would have to wait a few minutes. Once inside his office, he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a Post-it with a number on it. He glanced back down the hall before picking up the phone and calling it.
“Yeah, listen, we need to make a deal. When are you available to meet?”
“I knew you’d come back,” Aiden crooned. “How’s tomorrow sound?”
“Don’t get any ideas, Aiden. I need information, and you’re going to help me track it down in exchange for a check instead of secrets. That’s the deal, take it or leave it.”
He waited impatiently for her to reply before she finally sighed. “For now. But one of these days, you’ll come back to me. What do you want to know?” she asked, all business now.
Greyson thought of the woman in his shower and how much he cared for every aspect of her well-being and knew how much she’d hate him if she figured out what he was doing. For her happiness, it was worth the risk. “I need to find Belle Hall’s parents.”
END OF VOLUME TWO.
PLEASE CONTINUE TO VOLUME THREE.
Chapter 18
Running water echoed through the bathroom door. Greyson grunted and rolled over, his arm stretching out to the other side of the bed to find it warm but empty. One eye squinted open, followed by the other, and he rolled over on his stomach, yawning loudly.
“Belle?” he called out, but she didn’t answer.
Scratching his beard, he rolled over and sat up, a smirk immediately curling his lips as he surveyed his bedroom. Her clothes were scattered over the floor, along with his. Her bra hung over a fan blade and her thong over the dresser mirror. His boxers hung close by, and the quilts were mostly on the floor. His body protested when he climbed out of bed, stretching his back and arms, but damn, had it been worth it. After their first few times, she had showed him new moves and was just as feisty in bed as she was out of it.
He had the scratch marks on his back and thighs to prove it.
Steam billowed out of the doorway, and he peeked at Belle’s deliciously naked, beautifully wet silhouette through the glass doors of the stall. She tilted her head back, letting the water stream over her hair as she ran her fingers through the tendrils. He licked his lips, and every cell in his body sprang to life, including a throbbing erection he couldn’t ignore. Hunger filled him for the woman he was unable to get enough of. She drove him crazy with her stubbornness and her hatred of being taken care of, but damn, did he love her.
Gradually, he slid the glass door aside and caught the crooked grin she shot him before he stood behind her after closing it. He kissed her neck, the heat of the water a shock before he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“You’re going to burn your skin off,” he growled before sucking hard on her earlobe.
“Maybe I like it hot,” she breathed, squealing when he tickled her sides. “That’s not fair!”
“After last night, you should know I don’t play fair,” he murmured, remembering how many times she’d screamed his name and how her body writhed at his touch, wanting to be closer and farther away at the same time. “I’m going to be sore for days.”
“My poor bear,” she teased, turning in his arms, a pout on her face. She stood on her toes and kissed him sweetly, the water cascading down her back. She tugged at his beard and he ground against her hips, but she smiled and pulled away. “I think it’s my turn to take care of you.” She winked and slithered wetly down the front of his body.
Greyson frowned, ready to pull her back, when she clutched him and her mouth covered the crown of his swollen length. “Jesus,” he groaned and shot a hand out to support himself.
Belle sucked hard, and his head fell back as his hand buried itself in her wet hair. She licked the tender flesh, and when he saw himself disappearing into the depths of her mouth, his whole body shuddered. Her eyes glimmered as they stared up at him.
Greyson’s hand pressed hard against the wall of the shower, trying to maintain control, but with Belle, he was never really in control. He never had been. Her hands stroked the rest of his erection to the base, pressing against him, and he wouldn’t last much longer. Gripping her arms, he hoisted her to her feet, picked her up, and wrapped her legs around his waist as he backed her into the wall.
As his mouth captured hers, exploring hers mercilessly, his tip pressed against her wet and swollen lips. With a shift of his hips, he penetrated her, and she trembled with a moan in his arms, gripping his shoulders as her nails bit into his skin as they had the night before.
“I thought… we talked about… being fair,” she said breathlessly as his hips ground against hers with each thrust.
“I told you,” he growled roughly and thrust harder. “I don’t play fair.”
He plundered her depths as the water swirled around them like a hurricane, their skin hotter than the water pouring from the shower-head. Greyson’s hips struggled to hold a steady pace as need drove him, and Belle gripped him tightly deep within her sheath. They fit together perfectly, as if they were made for each other. It’d barely been two months, but he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this difficult woman who set his blood on fire. Who drove him to push all the dark thoughts of his past aside and embrace a future with laughter—and definitely more showers like this one.
Her moan quickly grew louder until she cried out and pressed one hand back against the shower wall for purchase as her whole body went limp in his arms. Greyson thrust two more times until he groaned, burying his face against her neck as he spilled
deep within her. Carefully, he set her down on wobbly legs and leaned against the wall, his shadow covering hers as his body blocked the water from reaching her. With one hand on either side of her face, he leaned in and kissed her, barely letting his lips brush against hers.
When her eyes flickered to his shoulders, she grinned sheepishly and reached up to rub the sensitive skin. “I think those might be my fault.”
He glanced to the right and left then shrugged. “Casualties of love and war, pet, nothing more.”
Her light blue eyes crinkled at the sides when she smiled, and he wrapped her in a tight hug, shoving them both under the spray of the water. His booming laughter mingled with her shrill shrieks, and he held her tightly against his chest, never wanting to let go.
“Unless you plan on taking another day of vacation and explaining to Tim why he has to take over again, we should probably get ready for work,” she laughed.
“I’m just a figurehead anyway,” he said with an exaggerated sigh. “Everyone uses me.”
“They sure do,” she agreed with a crooked grin. “Because you are the worst boss in the world, let me tell you. A real slacker, total narcissist, rude, obnoxious—”
He cut her off with a kiss. “Right, you made your point. Let’s go, pet.”
She hopped out of the shower, and he frowned when the view of her curves was covered by the over-sized, blue, plush towel. She wrung out her hair and went to the sink as he rinsed quickly and stepped out behind her.
“Mom called,” he announced, wrapping another towel around his waist.
“Are you in trouble again? You told her about your visit to your dad’s gravesite, right?”
“Yeah, I did, and she cried she was so damn happy, but I told her not to get too excited about it,” he grumbled. “I still hate the man.”
