Page 78 of Relinquish

“Your pussy is so tight,” he growls and grabs my hips. “But I can’t hold out any longer.”

I convulse. “Fuck me hard.” I lean back until I can grab his thighs. From this angle, every lash of his dick puts pressure on my G spot. I’m an orgasm whore. The more I have, the more I want. I would love to think I’ll care more about his needs, but let’s not be stupid. I need him to destroy me with pleasure. Isn’t that what all women want?

He digs his nails into my hips and fucks me with all the power and precision he has. Each slap of his thighs against my ass sends shockwaves through my body. I love how he makes me feel wild and out of control.

With each lash of my sex, my body tingles and tightens as my release nears. He rotates his hips, and I gasp. “God, yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”

I strain my hips forward to get all the pressure where I need it until I fly headfirst into bliss. “Yes. Don’t stop. Keep fucking me. Harder.”

“You’re going to fucking kill me.” His dick pounds into me, and I laugh as wave after wave of convulsions rob me of my sanity until he stiffens and comes deep inside me.

“Holy fuck.” I collapse on his chest.

His breathing is ragged as my head raises and lowers with each gasp of air. “Fuck, doll. I’m dead.”

“You sound like you’re alive.”

“Not if you keep tempting me with your sweet ass. Truman’s going to fire me, and I’ll have to be a kept man.”

“We can’t have that.” I never thought I could be this happy.

He grabs my face and ravishes my mouth until we’re both breathless again. “Don’t even think about it.”

“What?” I stare at him in mock question and wiggle my ass.

“Don’t,” he groans, rolls me over, and pins me beneath him. “We’ve got to get to work.”

“Fine.” I pop out my lower lip in a mock pout.

“God, you’re a wench.” He drags me up and to the edge of the bed. “I love you, but you’ve got to give me fifteen minutes to recoup.”

I wiggle my eyebrows. “Perfect. We have an hour before we need to be at work.” I hop off the bed. “Join me in the shower. We can save water.” I sway my hips from side to side as I walk to the bathroom door. When I reach the threshold, I peek over my shoulder. He’s studying me with a mixture of love and lust as he strokes his swelling cock. “You’re the devil.”

I wiggle my index finger at him. “Come here, big boy, and sin. I promise I’ll make it feel like heaven.” As he stalks across the room, his dick sways with each movement. Fuck, I’m going to love this ride.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Cade

“She’s going to love you.” I grab her hand as we walk toward Stella’s front door.

“You should have told her we were coming.” She runs her free hand through her hair.

“I wanted to surprise her. She’s going to be over the moon that we’re together, and I wanted to see her face when she finds out.” We’ve only officially been together for a week, but everything about us feels right.

She glances over at me. “You’re such a sap. All that blustering about being big and tough, you have a big gooey center.”

“Yeah.” I shrug. “I do.” I stop in the middle of the sidewalk and wrap my arms around her. “Thank you for not giving up on me. And for giving me the space to learn to be vulnerable. Without you, I would have never been open to this.” A car door, down the block, slams shut.

“You realize you’re perfect, don’t you?” Her lips curve into a smile, and she leans forward until our lips are inches apart. “Thank you for showing me that controlling me can be sexy as fuck and that it shows how much you love me.” She runs her hands up my abs to my chest. “And thank you for trusting me to breathe a little without you freaking out.”

“I do trust you, but I’m always going to worry about you.” This week, she’s gone out on two different cases here in town. Both times, she went alone but not until she told me when and where she was going, and added a GPS tracker to her cell phone and vehicle. All her suggestions. Not that they weren’t on the tip of my tongue to ask for, but she brought them up first. From somewhere behind me, a dog repeatedly barks.

“I know.”

I place my lips against hers and relish the softness of her mouth. She tastes faintly of mint from her toothpaste. Her hand rests over my beating heart until she steps back. “And I’ll always worry about you.”

I nod. “I’m good.”

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