Page 152 of Mission Shift

“You serious?”

Her grin told me everything. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down with zero ceremony. She yelped and kicked at me, laughing the whole time.

“Braxton!”

“Quiet, Mrs. Thorin. We’re in the middle of an interrogation.”

She threw a pillow at my face. I caught it, dropped it, and kissed her again—hard, hungry, the way we both liked. Her laugh faded when I moved lower.

I trailed kisses down her breasts and stomach. Her thighs parted for me like it was instinct, like her body already knew what it needed and I desired. I kneeled between her legs and looked up. She was watching me, flushed and breathless.

I brought one of her hands down and placed it on her center.

Her mouth curved into a wicked smile. “You like watching me touch myself, don’t you?”

I nodded and smirked. “Hell yes, I do.”

Without hesitation, she stroked herself, drawing small circles around and around her clit, while I sat back and watched. Nothing in this world had ever looked that good.

After a beat, I reached for her wrist, guiding her fingers lower.

Her eyes darkened with desire as I slid one of her fingers inside her. She gasped.

“Soaked,” I murmured. “All for me.”

I added my own finger alongside hers, and together we worked a slow rhythm, her hips rising and falling with each stroke. The way her body responded…it was like she was made to be touched. Made to fall apart in my hands.

She was close. I could feel it in the way her body tensed up.

But I wasn’t done.

I pulled our fingers free and grabbed her by the waist, dragging her to the edge of the sofa and flipping her over so fast she let out a startled laugh. Her knees hit the floor, and her chest pressed into the cushions as her ass arched up in a perfect position for me.

I ran my hands up the length of her spine, spreading her knees just a little farther. Her breath caught. My fingers curled around the base of my cock as I lined myself up and dragged the head along her slit, which was wet and ready.

And then I sank in, balls deep.

“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping her hips and began driving my cock in and out of her. “You’re so damn tight…and perfect.”

She moaned, clinging to the cushions, rocking back into every thrust. I moved one hand to her back, tracing the curve of her spine as I picked up the pace. The slap of skin, the sound of hergasping my name—it was all I could do to not explode right then and there.

I leaned over her and kissed her shoulder. “You trust me?”

“Mm-hmm,” she moaned, barely able to speak.

I slid my hand lower, dragging it along the curve of her ass, my thumb following the seam until I reached that tight, untouched spot. I didn’t force anything; I just circled it gently, reading her body language. When she pressed back into my hand, groaning, I knew she was ready.

For just a second, I pulled out, coating my thumb in her slick pussy. Then I slid back inside her. I returned my thumb to her snug little hole, teasing her with gentle pressure. After a few seconds, I pressed more firmly and entered her taut ring, rocking in rhythm to my strokes and moving a little deeper each time.

Her body went rigid.

“Braxton,” she gasped. “Don’t stop— Right there— I’m gonna—”

I pushed just a little deeper with my thumb, and that was it. She shattered—legs shaking, walls gripping me so hard I nearly lost it.

I couldn’t hold back. I drove into her, once, twice more—

Then everything inside me exploded. I came hard, bracing my hands on her hips, dropping my forehead to her shoulder.

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