Page 40 of Taking Denver

My hand drifts between her legs, her wetness coating my fingers as I plunge them inside her. Denver’s back arches, and fuck, she’s soaked. I keep my rhythm slow and precise, watching her face as the pleasure envelopes her.

“Does that feel good?” I ask, and she nods, a whimper leaving her lips as I pick up speed. Her hand snatches out, and she grips my bicep, her eyes wide, lips parted. I move faster, leaning over her, and she glances between my hand and face.

“Fuckme,” she whispers. “I can’t… I don’t think… Oh, fuckme—”She bucks against my fingers, one hand pressed against the headboard, quick and desperate moans leaving her mouth. I don’t relent. I move faster, fingers curling inside her, hitting the spot I know she needs, and she cries out. “I?—”

She arches her back, and her body tenses as she comes, spilling over my fingers. I kiss her chest, slowing my movement but never stopping.

“Holy goddamn shit, what the fuck?” she gasps. “I am never making fun of your biceps ever again.”

I laugh, sucking and teasing her nipple as she catches her breath. “Happy you kissed me in the gym?”

“Happy I’m wherever your fingers are.”

“My fingers are nothing.”

“Prove it,” she says, and when I push my cock into her again, her head falls back.

A deep blush spreads across her neck and chest, and I kiss it, whispering her name into her skin because I have no other words. She runs her hands up my arms to the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, and when I look at her again, the stark silver of her eyes brands me with desire, heated and permanent and ours.

My mind spins. I drop my forehead against her shoulder and try to maintain my composure, but she’s so tight, so perfect, so ready for me. I move my hips faster and grip the headboard,picking up speed, and she holds on so tightly to my hair that it hurts, but I don’t stop. Can’t stop. I need to hear her again; I need to hear those sounds fall from her lips.

I slam into her repeatedly, giving her everything. She cries out, my name permanently leaving her mouth, begging me never to stop. I lift my head and see her tongue through her parted lips and dive for it, kissing her frantically, her kisses the same. All the while, I power into her. A sheen of sweat coats my back and her chest, and the room is stifling, but I don’t stop. Her sounds are too beautiful, her mouth too sweet, and as her orgasm approaches, I slow, but only for a moment.

“You’re going to come for me, Denver,” I say, and she nods quickly in response. “You’re going to come because you’re a good girl who does what she’s told, aren’t you?”

She bites her lip. “I fucking hate you sometimes.”

I grin, and I’m breathless as I say, “The feeling is mutual.”

I’m getting close, and god, I need it. I’ve needed it since she walked out of the gym, and I pick up my pace again, looking down at her. I’ve never wanted anyone more.

And as her eyes roll back and she comes again, I do, too, and I know that I’m fully addicted to Denver Luxe.

“Stay dirty.”

Denver laughs, wriggling in my grasp. “I can’t sleep unless I’ve showered!”

I groan into her neck, my arms tight around her body as we lie together. Hours of sex, and I still want more,needmore. She’s quickly becoming my favorite smell, favorite taste, favorite fucking everything.

Am I thinking with my dick? Partly. But my heart is a co-conspirator in the dumbest thing I have ever done—fall for a woman who belongs to the most dangerous man in San Francisco.

“Shower with me.” Denver arches her back, nudging her ass into my cock.

“Better yet, let’s have a bath,” I whisper and release her. She hops out of bed, glorious and confident in her nakedness. My phone lights up on the nightstand. “Get started. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She saunters away, beautiful ass swaying. “Don’t make me wait, Ethan Defender! I’m far from patient!”

I run my hand down my face as I watch her leave. She still has a handprint on her ass from round two, the red startling against her creamy skin. “Lord, have fucking mercy.” I check my phone—and my smile vanishes. It feels like I’ve been doused in ice water, my lungs constricting as the name on my screen pulls free memories long buried beneath dirt and whiskey bottles. I answer. “Archer? Is everything okay?”

Archer clears his throat. “No, I… uh…”

It feels like weights have been dropped onto my chest. “What’s wrong?”

“I need a favor.”

Chapter 15

Denver

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