by Olivia Myers
She got her wish a second later when he reached out his hand.
Lexi paused. For a split second, she paused. She contemplated stopping. Stepping back instead of stepping forward. Putting her clothes on and walking out of the room and out of the bar and keeping to her ‘no repeats, no relationships’ rule. Keeping safe.
Duke’s brows drew down.
“Don’t be coward, Blondie.”
Her chin came up. “Fuck you, boss.”
His grin was bright and broad and heart-meltingly gorgeous. If she hadn’t been in love already, that would have done it.
“That’s what I thought we were doing.” He wiggled his fingers.
Lexi slid her hand into his and let him pull her up onto his lap. His cock slid against her inner thigh.
Staring into his eyes, she reached down and wrapped her hand around his shaft. She guided him into her, rocking downward to sheathe him completely. Her right hand dug into the muscle of his shoulder as he filled her, stretched her.
He stroked her hair back from her face, caressed down the long muscles of her back and curled his fingers around the soft flesh of her buttocks. His lips quirked as he squeezed gently.
“I knew you were trouble the first second I saw you,” he said, rubbing his lips along her jaw.
Lexi wrapped her arms around his neck and began to move her hips, lifting up and sliding down in a slow, rocking rhythm as inevitable as the tide. She chuckled at his words.
“Shut up and kiss me, you moron.”
He did. He kissed her and tightened his grip on her ass, urging her to ride him. The wood of the desk creaked under them, providing an almost musical sounding counterpoint to their gasps and moans and sliding flesh.
He kissed her, and she kissed him back, feeling the pleasure like a wave washing through her, rising and crashing and ebbing only to rise and crash again. He kissed her while she called his name, swallowing the sound and then giving her her own name back while his body shuddered and spasmed inside hers.
Duke kissed her as she lay limp and panting against his sweat-slick chest. He kissed her hair and her eyelids and the tip of her nose. He kissed her breasts and her chin and lips. Her lips, over and over until they were swollen and sore, and she still didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t think she’d ever want him to stop.
Yeah, she was definitely in trouble.
Lexi huffed a ragged laugh against the warm, smooth flesh of his shoulder.
“I guess repeats aren’t so bad after all.”
She kissed the laughter from his lips and started all over again.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Olivia Myers is an author of paranormal romance, science fiction romance, and historical romance. Living in San Diego, CA, she loves sitting by the water and writing on her laptop. When not writing, Olivia loves attending local art shows and exploring the California coast one restaurant at a time.
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