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His hands beneath her butt provided the support and lift she needed, acting like a spring as she bounced up and down, essentially impaled on his cock and touching nothing else.

Naked, with the morning sunshine streaming in, he couldn’t miss how her big boobs bobbed and wobbled, and her soft belly jiggled. Without the fetwear specially selected to support and conceal, he could see every flaw. Her hands moved again, this time to cover herself.

Noah reacted immediately. His fingers speared into her hair, bringing her nose to nose with him. “Do you feel how rock-hard I am for you, Fiona?”

How could she not? She answered, “Yes, sir.”

“This is how I was last night. The same way I got in a millisecond this morning seeing you lying warm, soft, rosy-cheeked from sleep, and fucking gorgeous in my bed. Have I given you the first sign that I don’t like what I see?”

She shook her head, ever so slightly, locked in the force of his angry gaze.

“I’d rather hear your answer.”

“You haven’t, sir.”

“Then we’ll have no more of your insults about my excellent taste in women.”

“No, sir,” she breathed, her body quivering inside and out at his reaction.

“Since you’ve pissed me off, you’re going to ride me hard, without coming, as I lie back eye-fucking your gorgeous body. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir... Crystal. But—”

“You may put your hands on your knees, thighs, my chest, or the bed if you need to for balance, but not to hide. That will earn you a bright-red backside.”

His mouth covered hers, and his tongue possessed her mouth as completely as his cock did her pussy. When she was writhing all over his lap, drenching his cock, only then did he release her mouth and lean back on his forearms.

“Now that we’ve got that straightened out, let’s try this again, pretty subbie. Ride me.”

With the use of her hands, it took only seconds to find a rhythm. The intensity of his gaze on her face and far-from-perfect body made her believe his words—he really did like what he saw. Noah didn’t just lie back as he promised, however. His hands moved over her as if he couldn’t bear to look and not touch, fingers rolling and tweaking her nipples, and every so often his thumb doing the same to her clit.

Easily, he drove her to the edge and held her teetering on the brink of release. “Now, for my pleasure, I want to watch as you come.”

She wasn’t expecting a reprieve from her punishment but wasn’t about to argue while writhing and undulating in a frenzy of need. When it finally came, her orgasm sent her flying into a million pieces. She shuddered with the force of it, his hands on her hips held her in place as he drove upward over and over, unrelenting in his pursuit of his own pleasure and wringing another stunning orgasm from her. As she came back down to earth, she found herself collapsed on top of Noah, his arms wrapped around her. She snuggled against him, completely sated, her submissive soul nurtured by the dominant who’d caught her eye and made her heart stutter-step from afar over a year ago. Now that she knew him, intimately, with each touch, each caress, she felt herself falling for him more and more.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “We’ve got ninety minutes to shower and get to the office. We don’t want to be late. Keiran said there’s been a break in the case.”

“You mean it could be over soon?”

“Maybe, but we won’t know until we get there.” He gave her bottom a light swat to get her going. Again, she didn’t flinch, but then again, she could barely move. She’d slept solid, but the orgasms he’d pulled from her, close to a half dozen at least, had left her drained. But this was a good tired she wouldn’t trade for the world.

Chapter 16

Sociopaths Don’t Need a Reason

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