Page 54 of Designed for Disaster

She laughed, the sound echoing through the living room. “No one likes a commute.”

“It gives me time to get into my work headspace. To review emails or prep for meetings. I’m very productive in the car.”

“I’ll say,” she said, giving my cock a gentle squeeze. It twitched with interest, and I felt the stirrings of arousal. It was still a bit too soon for me to go another round, but I liked the look in her eyes.

“Can I entice you to take a shower with me?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I stood and pulled her to her feet. We stripped out of the rest of our clothes, careful to drape her dress over the back of the couch so she could return it to Stacy in good condition. I took a beat, admiring every inch of her exposed skin. We hadn’t managed to get completely naked the first time around, but now that I had the full view, Natasha sure didn’t disappoint.

She tipped her head. “What are you looking at?”

“You’re beautiful.” I took her hand and led her to the bathroom, pausing occasionally to kiss her. She squeezed my ass as I turned away to start the water in the shower. “How do you like it?”

“The hotter the better.”

I looked back over my shoulder, giving her a wry grin as I ogled her. “That’s what I was thinking.”

Once the bathroom was sufficiently steamy, we stepped under the spray, soaping each other up. Touching her was every bit as pleasurable as being touchedbyher, and by the time we were done, I was hard again.

“Can I help you?” she teased as we stood in the bedroom, towel drying.

I scooped her up, and she shrieked, giggling as I plopped her down on the bed. “I don’t know, Hellcat. Think you’re up for it?”

She gave me a wicked grin, opening her towel enticingly slowly. “I think I could rise to the challenge.”

I went to the drawer for another condom, rolling it on myself. When I turned around, Natasha was touching herself, eyes closed, humming softly as she cupped and squeezed her breasts with one hand while the other toyed with her clit. I watched her pleasure herself for a beat, my cock throbbing at the sight. She was so fucking hot.

“That’s it,” I said, drawing closer.

Her brow twitched as I broke her focus.

“Want me to help?” I asked.

“Yes,” she breathed, her hands falling away as I guided the head of my cock to slide up her thigh, teasing her gently. She moaned,her fingers curling into the comforter. I parted her legs further, leaning down between them to press my mouth to her clit. I let my tongue drag through her folds, then focused my attention, listening to the way her breathing changed, feeling the muscles in her thighs clench against my face.

“That’s it,” she hissed. “There…yes! Oh god!”

Her hips bucked, and I pressed her down into the bed, holding her steady despite how much she writhed. The sounds of her pleasure filled the room as she climbed toward her next orgasm, and my cock ached, throbbing with the need to sink into her soft, slick heat.

I alternated between flicking my tongue quickly and running tight, slow circles around her clit. She tugged at my hair, guiding me. It didn’t take long to drive her over the edge, and she trembled as she came undone. I climbed up her body, sliding home, fucking her through the rest of her orgasm and into another. Natasha’s legs wound around my waist, arching, taking, demanding as her moans grew more and more uncontrolled.

It was so good.

Shewas so good.

If I’d known sex with Natasha would be like this, I’d have asked her out after our first fight in the coffee shop. I jerked my hips forward, driving into her once more, gripping her hips to anchor me. Natasha cried out with each thrust, her sounds spurring me on as I filled her over and over. She was like a siren, begging me for more, and I answered, fucking her harder as I chased my own climax. I came with a sudden, explosive shudder, the pleasure ripping through me.

Fuck! She was addicting.

I didn’t know how I was ever going to be fully sated. I rolled off Natasha, stretching out on my back. I reached my arm out, and she rolled into my side.

“Wow,” she mumbled. “I don’t usually come that quickly. Or repeatedly.”

I chuckled. “Maybe I’m just that good.”

“Or maybe it’s been just as long for you as it’s been for me,” she said. “And we’re both a little desperate.”

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