Page 45 of The Publicity Stunt

"Fuck, Bri, I'm sorry."

"It's okay-"

Whipping them around, he lays her on the counter and kneels between her legs. The movement takes her by surprise, cutting off whatever platitude she planned to give him, and he sucks her swollen need. Other men might be content getting theirs and not helping their woman cross the finish line, but he's never been that. In fact, he tries to make sure she finishes first.

"Oh, Kace," she pants and tilts her hips as he slides two fingers inside. It's not how he'd like to make her moan, but it'll do until he's ready for round two.

It takes only a few more minutes before she claws at his free hand on her belly while pulsing around his fingers. And just like that, he's alive again, ready to go.

"Wow," she pants, her breasts exposed to the ceiling with her legs on his shoulders. "I gotta say, I'm okay with this tit for tat arrangement we have going."

Standing up, he smiles at her. "Normally, I don't come before you, but having you answer the door and offer me up dessert like that was too much. But I will never finish without taking you with me one way or another, baby."

Bri smiles and looks down to his waist. "I think we should go to the bedroom this time. I'd like to see your version of a quickie."

Kace laughs. "My version?"

"Every time with Easton was quick. And he never made sure I finished. At all. I want to know what you offer, because I have a feeling it's spectacular."

"Bedroom?"

She points behind her, and he picks her up, noticing how much she seems to enjoy being lifted into his arms. Being lighter than what he benches, it's not hard tossing her around like a sack of potatoes, and if it makes her happy, he's more than willing to accommodate.

Rather than lie on her back like he expects, she crawls on all fours. "Bri?"

"I want to try a few things," she says and looks over her shoulder at him. "Is that okay?"

"Fuck," he growls and climbs onto the bed to mount her, sliding in with ease.

His left hand reaches around to twist her clit between his index and thumb, making her squeal, as he holds her hips with the right while thrusting into what he worries might be described as harsh. Her body moves back to meet him with every thrust, and it propels him to continue, knowing she likes it as much as he does.

"Bri..." he moans, feeling himself reach the edge at how tight she is in this position.

"I'm coming!" she cries out, squeezing around him as he rubs her furiously.

"Fuck," he groans and pulls out of her just in time to watch his cum hit her back. "Stay right there."

Bri laughs and watches as he hurries to the bathroom to wipe off her back. "You're such a gentleman."

"You're good now," Kace says and pulls her into his arms while he falls onto the bed. "And a gentleman never lets his girl lie with jizz on her back."

"Oh, is that so?" she laughs. "For the record, I'm clean and on birth control."

"I don't normally go bare." The worry she'll think he does this with all the women he's been with surprises him. What she thinks of him matters more than he realizes.

Rolling in his arms, she props her head up on her elbow. "How often?"

"Well, honestly, never. Not until tonight."

"Not even with Sasha? You were together for a while."

He shakes his head. "No, never. She was on birth control, but I didn't want to take the chance."

"Probably a good idea, considering what happened."

The fact she fucked another guy? The thought crossed his mind, too. "Yeah."

"Kace?"

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