Page 61 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

Just to see, she checked the freezer for waffles but found it empty. Too bad. That would’ve been funny. Instead, she’d put together the kind of charcuterie board her chef made for her when she didn’t want a full meal.

She cut wedges of cheese, opened a box of crackers, and put mixed nuts into a bowl.

What else?Her chef often put chunks of mango, dates, figs, and grapes, but Slick didn’t have anything like that.

Big, warm hands slid under her sweatshirt and cupped her bottom. “You think you can flash this ass at me and run away?”

“Oh, come on. You wanted me gone.”

He squeezed her cheeks, parted them, and wedged his hard cock in the crevice. “I said I didn’tsnuggle. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. Now, get on your knees.” He waved the condom in front of her face. “And put it on me.”

A torrent of lust crashed over her, and she dropped the bag of nuts, turning within the tight space of his arms. What was it about his commanding tone that made her libido soar? She did as he asked, trembling as she stretched the latex over his thick erection. She wrapped both hands around it and squeezed. “How do you want me, Slick?” On shaky legs, she stood up again.

He set his hands on her shoulders and spun her back around. “Brace because that ass is sexy as fuck.” He flipped up her sweatshirt, palmed a cheek, and reached around to stroke her a few times. “You’re ready for me.”

So ready. Desperate, in fact. “I could’ve told you that.” Every part of her body was hyper-sensitive, every sense heightened. She’d never been so acutely aware of the sound of her rapid breaths, the throb between her legs, and the heat from a man’s body.

And right then, she knew what it was about him that got her so wildly aroused. For so long, she’d been in charge of her career and all her relationships. Until this moment, she didn’t understand the toll it had taken on her. Her reaction to his commands told her just how badly she needed to give up control. And oh, did this man know how to make her feel good.

Tilting her hips, he lined himself up and rocked his erection against her core in a dance of push and retreat. He reached around, his fingers stroking her, his knuckle grazing her clit.

She swiveled her hips. “Come on.” Gripping the counter, she lowered her head and lifted her ass higher. “I couldn’t be more ready.”

“You think I don’t know that? You’re fucking dripping. I’m trying to get a hold of myself, so I don’t lose it the minute I get inside you.”

Me. This gorgeous, intensely masculine, bossy man was losing it over her.

She almost couldn’t believe it.

Sure, she was successful. She had a decent body and could rock a costume. But she’d always been the good girl. Wholesome. In a million years, she wouldn’t expect a man like him to go for her.

With him, she felt sexy, sultry. And she loved it. “I want to be so bad for you.” The moment the words slipped out, she regretted them. A dirty woman wouldn’t need to say something like that.

“You’re fucking perfect.” Grabbing hold of her hips, he pushed inside.

She couldn’t help but thrust back, burying him deep inside her. He filled her so perfectly, and the friction as he drove into her lit her up until she was sure she glowed like a night star.

He slid the palm of his hand from one breast to the other, stimulating her nipples and working her into a frenzy. “You’re so tight.” He fucked her hard and fast.

Her hair shook, her breasts bounced, and all she could do was hold on to the counter and slam back against his powerful thrusts. She was out of her mind, fully lost in this moment with him.

His hands clamped on her hips, and he used her body, yanking her against him in a brutal rhythm. She’d never felt so full, so aroused, in her life.

“Fuck, Hellcat.Fuck.” He reached for her breast, cupping it lightly, as if he wanted to feel the bounce in the palm of his hand. Each brush of her nipple against his skin drove her wild.

“You just gushed all over my cock.” He circled her clit. “So fucking hot.”

Her orgasm came roaring through her like a sudden storm, the intensity as bright and electric as a lightning strike. The hair at the back of her neck stood on end, and flashes burst behind her eyelids.

While she slowly calmed down, she tuned into his grunts, the clamp on her hips, and his short, powerful thrusts as he came hard and wild.

It was magical. Powerful. Intense.

And she wanted to stay here in this cabin with him forever.

When he finished, he slowly pulled out and draped his body over hers, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She wanted to turn around in his arms and hold him, but he’d made it clear he didn’t want that kind of connection. So, she rested her forehead on the cool tile counter, happy and sated. She’d take what she could get.

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