Page 36 of Bedding the Biker Next Door

He grinned and started moving again, but this time slower, trying to make it last. He let the momentum build little by little, while Jill arched her hips, trying to urge him on. The more he moved his hips, the more his cock explored the smooth muscles inside of her, and the more she felt her orgasm building. It started in her toes and began radiating upwards toward her clit, but it was definitely coming.

“Oh, Cole! Oh God, that feels so good!”

“That’s Mr. Novak to you, Ms. Jones. And yes, it does.” He shoved his hands underneath her, cupping the cheeks of her ass and holding her off the desk, squeezing tightly each time he plunged into her. She was still holding onto him, but when he grabbed her, she let go and let herself fall back onto the desk, sliding one of her own arms underneath her head. With the other arm, she reached between her legs and felt him as he drove in and out of her.

He was soaking wet with her juices, and she loved the way it felt. She stroked him for a few minutes, then found her clit and began to rub it as he fucked her. She was out of her mind with desire now, and he was on the edge, too, pounding even faster. The sound of their breathing was rivaled only by the sound of their flesh slapping together.

“Yes! Oh God, Cole! Mr. Novak, sir…” Her words seemed to spur him on, and he increased his pace even more, slamming into her with more force each time.

“Oh yeah. That’s it, baby!” He growled and pounded her pussy even faster.

“Oh fuck! I’m coming, Cole! Don’t stop! Oh, my God!”

Suddenly, her whole body shook as he plowed into her. Her breathing was so irregular it was a wonder she was taking in enough air to keep from passing out. The explosion and warmth of her own orgasm coated both their sexes and ran slowly down the smoothness of her inner thighs. Cole slowed and reached for her breasts, covering them with his large hands again, giving them a gentle squeeze as he let her ride through her climax. The only word for what she was feeling was ecstasy…pure, sweet, wild ecstasy.

When she’d calmed sufficiently, Cole gripped her hips and began moving faster again. Missing his touch on her breasts, Jill squeezed them herself. He grunted his approval as she let her nipples play through her fingers. “Come on, baby,” she urged him.

He moved one of his hands to her pussy and began massaging her highly sensitive clit with his thumb. The new pressure, coupled with the slow, rhythmic grinding of his hips nearly sent her through the roof. “That’s so good!” she said.

“So good,” he grunted out. “You feel so fucking good!” He pressed down with his thumb, hard against her clit, and she squeezed him hard from inside. That was all it took for him. His hips jerked and he cried out, continuing to grind himself tightly against her as he came.

When he collapsed on top of her, she relished his heavy weight and the feel of his racing heartbeat, and wrapped her arms around him. They both struggled to catch their breath.

After a while, he stirred and lifted his face to peer into hers. Expression tender, he kissed her, and she felt him soften and slip out of her. He took her hands and pulled her back upright, kissing her gently. “That was…”

“Your fantasy come true?” She winked.

“And then some,” he said.

Chapter Twelve

The next morning, Cole woke early, pleased that Jill was still beside him rather than back at her house. They’d returned to his mom’s house after their escapade at his office and Jill had fallen asleep in his arms. He took a moment to simply look at her and was blown away by her beauty, but more than that by how she could go from a perfect lady to a sexy vixen to a sleeping seductress in seconds flat. The perfect woman. He’d never met anyone like her, and the more time he spent with her, the more time he wanted with her.

He reached out to caress her hair, and she murmured and rolled closer toward him. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, he started. It was after seven already, and he knew her kids would start arriving at eight. “Jill,” he said, caressing her face. “It’s seven. Do you need to get going?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “But let’s snuggle first.”

Cole grinned. She’d blown his mind with a blow job and a raunchy fuck in his office last night, but funny how snuggling with her held almost the same appeal.

Five minutes later, he was still holding her as the light coming in from the window grew brighter. When his phone buzzed on the nightstand, she murmured something incoherent—and slightly grumpy—which made him smile. Reaching across her, he picked up his phone and noted the caller. He turned back to Jill and nuzzled her hair, murmuring, “It’s Luke.”

Jill blinked, nodded sleepily, and started to get up, as if maybe he were kicking her out. “Hey, where you going?” he protested. “Stay. We’re not done snuggling.”

She looked surprised but then settled into him again. Reaching out, he traced the lines of her cheeks and chin with his fingertips.

I’d be so gone for this girl if I let myself be, he thought.

“Hey, Luke,” Cole answered his phone.

“I’m sorry to bother you so early. Especially when you’re probably not alone. But I figured I’d give you as much warning as possible.”

Cole stiffened slightly, even though Luke didn’t sound tense or worried. Jill could probably hear their conversation, and it surprised him how much he didn’t care. He felt at ease with her, with nothing to hide. Except his growing feelings, of course. To Luke, he said, “What’s up? Have you heard from Eric?” Cole laid his hand on Jill’s thigh and smoothed lazy circles against her silky skin.

“No, sorry. Not that. It’s about a job. When I checked my messages last night, I’d received a call from the aide of Senator Taylor.”

“Who?” Cole said, realizing how disconnected from work he’d been before he and Jill connected there last night.

“The senator whose whole campaign was about going green? He’s visiting LA for a conference and wants us on the security detail. And he asked specifically for you. Otherwise I wouldn’t be bothering you with this.”

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