Page 58 of Worth the Risk

She snuggled in closer to his chest. “I’ve lost my appetite, for food at least.”

“Me, too. Food can wait. Your body is the only thing I need for sustenance. I need you. Now.”

Bella’s breath hitched at the raw desire in his voice, her body instantly responding to his commanding presence. She could feel the urgency in his touch, his hands gripping her hips as he walked her backward until her back hit the wall.

He caught her wrists, raised them above her head, and whispered against her lips, “Leave these here.”

She could barely think, let alone speak, and nodded.

“Not good enough, beautiful. I need to hear your consent.”

“Yes, sir.”

His big body pressed heavily against hers, and the rough insistence of his lips feeding on hers sent shivers up her spine, fueling her own hunger for him.

She cried out when he swept her shirt over her head and tossed it behind him. Before it hit the floor, he yanked down the cups of her bra, freeing her tight nipples and aching breasts. His mouth closed over one hard peak and sucked hard, the heat nearly scorching her skin. She sank her fingers into his hair, holding him close because she didn’t want him to stop.

Suddenly, the weight of him was gone, and her cheek was against the wall. Dan flipped up the short skirt and lowered her panties to just above her knees, then his hard palm landed a furious flurry of swats on the curves of her ass that took her breath away.

“What did I say about your hands, Bella?”

“To, uh, leave them where you put them.”

“That’s right. If you want something, you ask. If you don’t ask, your ass gets spanked. It’s as simple as that. Got it?”

“Yes, sir!” she cried because throughout this Q&A, he hadn’t stopped spanking, and her ass was on fire. Having his hands on her, his touch demanding, leaving no room for misinterpretation of who was in charge, sparked a fire in her blood as well, and her pussy wept to be possessed just as thoroughly.

As if he knew that, two broad fingers sank into her from behind.

“Damn, baby, you’re dripping,” he growled as he glided them roughly in and out. He did this for several long moments until she was arching her back, offering her pussy for more as she moaned helplessly. Then his hand returned to her bottom, his hard palm not hesitant or showing restraint as it bounced off her hot cheeks.

The next instant, he spun her around, her back to the wall again. Their mouths collided in a ravenous kiss, tongues clashing and exploring with a ferocity that left them both breathless. Bella moaned, wanting to touch him, but her tender cheeks reminded her of the lesson he’d just taught her.

“Please, may I touch you, sir?”

“Very nice,” he approved. “But not yet. I’m hanging on by a thread I want you so badly.”

Then Dan gripped her ass and lifted her.

“Lose the panties,” he growled.

She’d forgotten all about them. But in two kicks they were on the floor and he guided her legs around his hips, ordering her to hang on as he pinned her to the wall with his chest. It took only a moment for him to open his fly and slid on protection. Once he sank into her, stretching and filling her, the contrast of hard steel and soft wet heat making them both moan, he relented. “Now you may touch.”

His mouth covered hers, his tongue sweeping hungrily inside as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. The taste of him, the intoxicating blend of desire and need, overwhelmed her senses.

Bella couldn’t do much but hang on as he intermittently ground into her between hard, demanding, ravenous strokes. The surrounding air crackled with electricity. Every touch, every brush of skin, sent waves of pleasure coursing through Bella’s veins. She could feel the heat radiating from Dan’s body, his muscles tense with anticipation, matching her own hunger.

Bella’s breath came in shallow gasps, her heart pounding as the hunger between them grew insatiable. There were no words, only primal instincts.

Dan’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. Bella arched her back, offering herself fully to him, reveling in the delicious ache that his roughness brought.

Time ceased to exist as they surrendered to the hunger that consumed them both. Moans and whispered pleas filled the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies colliding in a symphony of passion lost in a world of insatiable need.

In that moment, there was no past, no ex-wife, only the fervently intense connection between them. Bella embraced the smoldering heat and the fiery passion that threatened to consume them both, leaving them scorched and breathless but utterly satisfied, as they shouted their release to the ceiling together.

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BREAKFAST WAS A FULLstack of the fluffiest, mouthwatering flapjacks he’d ever tasted—if he didn’t say so himself—and a short stack for her, with both of them tucking in like starved shipwreck victims after going without dinner last night. Neither came up for air until only a lake of syrup remained on their plates. They followed it with a lingering goodbye kiss as Bella, who said she had a bunch of errands to run and a pile of laundry waiting for her, took off. Then Dan made the call.

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